I Just Wanna Get Laid

Quin had only lived in the room for four days.

Four days of orientation forms, a biology textbook she already half-knew, and two roommates who slept like the world owed them nothing.

Mara Delacroix. Jade Fontaine. Second-years. Loud in the way confident people were loud. Kind enough on the surface. And, as Quin had learned on her very first night in the top bunk, not quiet when they wanted each other.

She had heard them that first night; wet sounds, soft curses, the metal frame shivering under a rhythm she pretended not to understand.

She had heard them again two nights later. Each time she had stayed on her back staring at the ceiling, thighs pressed together, face burning, fingers in between her legs, telling herself curiosity was not the same thing as wanting.

Today was different.

She was just coming back from the chapel that Sunday when she heard those voices; she understood them. She wasn’t that innocent anymore to this topic.

She decided it was best to hang around, but curiosity was what she couldn’t fight, she had never seen them during the day, and even at night, she barely saw the real thing.

Curiosity got the best of her, making her hold the door handle. As the door swung open, the air that hit her was thick, humid, and smelled of sex, unmistakably.

Quin froze.

This wasn’t what she was expecting, her hand gripped the doorknob so tight that her knuckles turned white.

The dorm room glowed in the low, flickering light whose source was a scented candle hanging somewhere in the room.

She wasn’t ready to start looking for it because her gaze was fixated elsewhere.

Two bodies were tangled together like a thread in a rhythm , it looked like they were tangoing on the bottom bunk of the bunkbeds against the far wall.

Mara was on her back. Her legs were spread wide, feet resting on the shoulders of Jade. Jade was kneeling between Mara’s thighs, her face buried deep in the other girl’s cunt while Marcus stood over them watching them, his dick in his hand, his eyes a darker shade.

Quin knew she should leave because whenever she sees dick, it’s usually in her phone, she had never seen it like this.

She should back out into the hallway and pretend she had forgotten her key, she told herself, anything to erase the image of Mara’s head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Jade’s tongue worked her over or the sight of Marcus’s penis. But her feet were rooted to the spot.

A heat she had begun to get familiar with, this time more intense than ever, bloomed in her lower belly, rushing through her veins with a speed that made her dizzy. She had read about this and studied the diagrams in her textbooks, but seeing it, the wet, slick sounds of Jade’s mouth, the way Mara’s fingers clawed at the sheets and the way Marcus's dick stood erect were something else entirely.

Right on cue, Mara’s eyes snapped open. They locked onto Quin standing in the doorway. Her gaze had no shame, it was only dark with heavy-lidded amusement.

"Well, well, well," Mara sing-songed, her voice breathless in between. She didn't push Jade away; instead, she tangled a hand in the brunette's dark hair, pressing her face harder against her cunt. "Look what the cat dragged in."

Jade paused, lifting her glistening face from between Mara’s thighs. Her chin shone with Mara’s juices, her lips were swollen and red. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her head, a funny grin spreading across her face.

"Quin," Jade purred, crawling up Mara’s body to nuzzle at her neck. "We were just talking about you, wondering if you’d ever get that stick out of your ass and join the real world." She glanced at Marcus too, who nodded his head.

Quin’s heart hammered against her ribs like a bird that had been trapped inside a cage. "I... I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll go."

She knew within herself that she didn’t mean it.

"Don't be stupid," Mara said, her voice becoming a command. She sat up, her full, perky breasts exposed to the cool air, nipples hard and pointing straight at Quin like an invitation. "Get in here and lock the door."

Quin’s body moved voluntarily, of its own accord. She stepped inside and closed the door, the click sounding final, echoing her own decision.

She dropped her backpack by the desk, her hands trembling slightly. She glanced at Marcus again; her eyes drifted to his dick. The length of it was shocking.

She knew she needed to touch it.

"You watch us every time," Jade teased, sliding off the bed and standing up. She was completely naked, her athletic body toned and tight. She walked toward Quin, her hips swaying with a deliberate, inviting feel. "You think we don't see you looking? You're so hungry for it, Quin. It's pathetic."

"I, I, I'm not," Quin stammered, though the denial sounded weak even to her own hearing. She couldn't take her eyes away from Jade’s body, the way her waist shone with the navel piercing rings and then the small pack of dark hair between her legs.

Jade stopped right in front of her, close enough that Quin could smell the scent of Mara’s body on her skin. "Liar," Jade reached out, her fingers grazing Quin’s waistline as she lifted the hem of Quin’s oversized sweater. "Take this off."

Quin hesitated briefly, her breath hitching in her throat. She had never been naked in front of anyone before, let alone two women who looked like they had stepped out of a fantasy and a man whose dick was the size of what she couldn’t comprehend. But the way Jade was looking at her, a mix of challenge and hunger made something snap inside her. She wanted to prove them wrong. Or maybe she just wanted to be devoured.

She lifted her arms obediently, letting Jade pull the sweater over her head. The air in the room was cool. It hit against her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms, reminding her of what she’s getting into.

She stood there in her plain cotton bra and jeans, feeling exposed like an innocent virgin about to be sacrificed.

A virgin, yes. Innocent? Not anymore.

Mara laughed softly from the bed, her hand trailing down her own stomach to dip between her legs. "Look at her, Jade. She's shaking. Poor little virgin doesn't know where to put her hands."

"Let's help her," Jade said. She reached behind Quin’s back and unhooked her bra with a practiced movement of her wrists and fingers. The fabric was removed, exposing Quin’s breasts to their hungry gaze. They were smaller than Mara’s, pale and sensitive. Jade leaned in, her hot breath blowing over Quin’s nipple before she took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bud.

A sharp gasp tore from Quin’s throat. Her knees buckled slightly, and she grabbed Jade’s shoulders for support. The sensation was electric, shooting straight down to her clit, which throbbed with a need she had never experienced before.

Never.

"Get on the bed," Marcus ordered, watching them with heavy-lidded eyes. His dick was not in his hand anymore, but it stood so erect that she found herself licking her lips.

Mara moved over, making room on the narrow mattress. "Let Jade show you what a real orgasm feels like." Her eyes delved into mine like she was daring me.

The dare looked like a threat.