3

My head was pounding when I woke up.

The ceiling fan in the motel room spun slowly above me. The taste of last night’s vodka still clung to my tongue. I rolled onto my back and groaned.

What the fuck did I do?

The memory hit in pieces. Kole. Ava. The bar. The man. The kiss. My hand down his pants. My own fingers buried between my thighs, dripping wet while I imagined him inside me.

I sat up slowly and dragged a hand through my tangled hair. Shame burned hot in my chest. I didn’t even ask his name. What kind of girl throws herself at a stranger like that?

Apparently me.

Still, I was glad I’d never see him again.

I showered, got dressed, and called a rideshare to campus. Blackmoor College. Three hours late for check-in, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to spend the next four years hiding. I was here to start over. No more Kole. No more waiting. No more good girl.

The dorms were packed when I arrived. Boxes everywhere. Parents hugging. Girls already crying like it was goodbye forever. I checked in at the desk and picked up my welcome packet and room key.

“Room 3B,” the guy at the desk said. “You’re with Danika Sloan.”

I didn’t know her, but I nodded. Took the key. Grabbed my suitcase.

The hallway was narrow and loud, but my head was still pounding, so I didn’t bother looking around. I found 3B, slid the key in, and pushed open the door.

And stopped.

There was moaning coming from the other side of the room. Loud, wet and shameless.

The beds were pushed together. Sheets halfway to the floor. One girl was on her back, dark hair spread out like a halo, legs open wide.

Her nipples were pierced.

A second girl was on her knees between them, mouth buried in her pussy, licking deep, two fingers sliding in and out of her like it was her job.

A guy stood behind the second girl, hands gripping her hips, fucking her from behind. Hard and fast. His thighs slapped against her ass. She moaned around the first girl’s clit like she was starved.

No one saw me yet.

I just stood there in pure fucking disbelief, was this really what my first day in school was going to feel like?!

The room smelled like sex, weat, heat, condoms on the floor, lube bottle knocked over.

The guy groaned and slapped the girl’s ass, then leaned forward to grab her hair and yank her back against him.

“Fucking tight little bitch,” he growled.

The girl between them laughed, breathless and full of cock.

The girl on her back gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets.

“fucking cunt, don’t stop...fuck...Danika...”

I blinked. Danika. My roommate.

She finally looked over and saw me standing in the doorway.

Her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open but she didn’t stop the girl eating her out, or the guy pounding into her from behind.

She just grinned.

“Roomie!” she moaned. “Welcome to Blackmoor.”

Danika finally pulled herself up from the bed, breathless and grinning.

She turned to the guy and gave him a slow, deep kiss, her hand sliding down his chest as she murmured something I couldn’t hear.

Then she turned to the girl still panting on the sheets and smacked her ass.

“Go on. I’ll text you both later.”

The guy and the other girl both laughed and started gathering their clothes, barely bothering to cover up.

Danika stood there completely naked, not even flinching. She looked back at me and smiled like we were old friends.

“Sorry,” she said, casually. “Didn’t know you were showing up today.”

I couldn’t answer. I was trying not to stare, but I couldn’t help it.

Danika’s body was insane.

Her tits were massive, full and heavy with nipples so hard they pointed out like they were demanding attention.

She didn’t try to cover herself.

Her hips swayed as she moved, thighs thick and smooth, waist tight.

Her pussy was completely bare and neat, like it had been sculpted on purpose, everything about her was polished and hot and unapologetic.

She walked over to me, still naked, completely unfazed.

“My eyes are up here, Ember.”

I blinked. My mouth had been slightly open. I looked up, flushed, “I'm sorry...” I stuttered and then furrowed my eyebrows, “how do you even know my name?”

“I should be the one apologizing.” she chuckled, “I saw your name on my roomie list and looked you up, you're so much fucking hotter in person,” she winked at me.

She laughed, soft and husky. “Relax. It’s college. You’ll see a lot worse.”

Danika bent down to grab a tiny tank top and matching shorts from the floor.

She slipped them on without underwear, tugging the shirt down over her bare chest.

Her nipples still showed through the thin fabric, proud and stiff.

The shorts didn’t even come close to covering her ass.

Her cheeks bounced slightly with every step, and when she lifted her arms to tie her hair up, the curve of her underboob was perfectly visible.

“I’m gonna go wash off the sweat,” she said, already walking toward the bathroom. “Then I’ll come introduce myself properly.”

She tossed a wink over her shoulder before she disappeared behind the door.

I stood there frozen, still holding my suitcase.

And I was wet all over again.