Dormitory Debauchery

"Dorm Sex"

By Alix Orozco

It was my second semester of college. I'd already done as much as I could to build up a reputation as a pothead, an alcoholic, maybe even a slut. Not intentionally, mind you. I'd been approached only a month before by one of the more lax resident assistants to go get high.

Now that same RA was asking if my friend Vance would buy the 3 of us some 40s. He agreed and once the contraband had been procured and safely stored in the RAs room, we began drinking and listening to music. Half way through the second 40oz and our filters were off. We began watching porn and showing each other our favorite porn stars.

Then came the drunk texting.

I don't know if the cloud of testosterone that overtook the room got to my head, I don't know what it was that I was trying to prove, but I felt the insatiable need to get laid. And I knew just who to call upon. We met only the week before. After drunken makeouts and confessions of, "I think you're hot," I fellated him in the backseat of his BMW.

In retrospect it's hard to remember what exactly had convinced him to come over, probably some explicit review of the things that awaited him.

"I have to go!" I squealed to Vance and the RA.

"Where are you going?" the RA asked.

"To get laidddddddd, suckahhhh," I replied with zeal.

I made my bed quickly and found a condom. I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I grabbed my cell phone and texted my roommate, "I need the room for a bit. Text you when I'm done."

He surveyed my room and focused on the array of books scattered across my desk. His eyes zeroed in on a Player's Handbook I had for Dungeons and Dragons. "Oh, you play D&D! I have a chara..." he started.

"I didn't say I wanted to talk, Brody. Take off your pants and get on the bed."

"Oh, uhh, okay."

I straddled him. "Is it okay if I tie you up?" I asked.

"Yeah, umm, I guess so," he answered timidly.

I unzipped his pants, slid them down and began fellating him as I'd done once before. Suddenly I felt not only his penis in my mouth, but my own vomit. Part of me was disgusted, but the desire to continue was overwhelming. I swallowed it and continued.

A few minutes and once his penis was fully erect, I put on the condom and assumed the position (reverse cowgirl style) and began to gyrate my hips. He thrust his own forward until I made him stop. I wanted complete control of the situation. He was moaning.

He came and I untied him. He thrust his fingers into me and I directed his every action until I could no longer speak.

Half an hour later he was coming to orgasm a second time, "Oh shit," he said, "I think I got a little bit on your wall."

I pulled my skirt back down, showed him downstairs and ran back to greet the RA sitting on a couch in his hallway. "Guess who just got laid!" I sang while thrusting my hips forward suggestively.

"But you're a girl!" he protests, "It's easy for you!!!"

"You look like you could use a cigarette," a voice says from behind me. It's Liam and he's wearing a sly grin on his face.

"Yeah, actually. That'd be great."

We went outside and I was beginning to sober up from the night's activity. I was suddenly very aware of the rain falling on the awning above us, the silvery dance of smoke emanating from our lips, the dull, satifying ache between my legs.

Liam finally spoke after a few drags off of his cigarette, "Did you take that purity test everyone's been doing?"

"Yeah," I said, "I think I scored like a 46."

"You know," he smirked, "I got a 22. I'd be willing to help lower your score."

I surveyed my surroundings, taking into account possible things that were on the quiz that I had yet to do. "Well," I replied, "I've never had sex with 2 different people in one night, I've never had sex outside, or in public, or in the rain."

"Yeah?" he ventured. He put out his cigarette, "I'm in room D222."

I went to my own room and passed out. I woke up with a hangover.

© Alix Orozco