All Chapters of I Just Wanna Get Laid: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 c

Marcus moved onto the bed, the frame groaning in protest under his added weight. He knelt near Quin’s waist, watching Mara work with darkened eyes. His hand moved to replace Jade’s on Quin’s stomach, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. He brushed against Quin’s untouched entrance, the tip of his finger circling the tight bud of muscle that had never been reached. "You’re fucking tight, aren’t you?" Marcus growled, the words dripping with lust. He pressed the tip of his finger just inside, testing the resistance, feeling the way her body clenched around him in panic and anticipation. Jade broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to nip at the sensitive lobe of Quin’s ear. Her teeth grazed the skin, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure and pain down Quin’s spine. "Scream for us, virgin," Jade murmured, her hand moving up to pinch Quin’s nipple, rolling the hardened bud between her fingers. Quin’s head fell back against the pillow, her eyes shut tight to the feeling

Sleep took them in pieces. Quin felt like she was floating on her back with an arm across her waist and the burning aching between her legs still pulsing. The candle was spent. The air was rich with the scent of sex and sweat. There was a long period of breathing. And resting. Until the mattress began to move again. Not the soft movement of sleeping. A wet sound. A low male exhale. The mattress moved under her hip. Marcus was fucking Mara in the dark. Quin could barely make out the picture of Mara lying on her back with her knees up and Marcus over her, moving slowly and deeply so that the metal creaked quietly against the wall. With each movement, a small broken sound left Mara, who had her hand clenching the sheet. Her mouth was open. Quin did not move, her heartbeat rising in her chest. By her side, Jade woke up. Quin felt her first before she saw her, her warm breath tickling the side of her ear, a hand sneaking under the entangled sheet to cup her stomach. "He was hard

Time stopped having any meaning. Quin would have been unable to tell if an hour or three had passed since the beginning of the session. The darkness in the window transformed into a dim, dirty gray. On the floor below, a pipe clinked. In the bunk, bodies were soaked with sweat, slippery and heavy and nowhere close to finishing. Marcus had Mara on her back again, her legs hooked over his arms, fucking her deeply with hard thrusts making the entire bed shake. Mara was crying out, her voice broken and half-sobbing when he bottomed out. Jade was lying next to them, pulling Quin halfway onto her, two fingers slowly moving in and out of Quin's used cunt, not to bring her to climax, but just to keep her dripping wet. "She is clenching," Jade whispered, almost laughing. "Even when she is wrecked." Marcus glanced at her. Sweat was trickling down his temple. He pulled out of Mara with a wet squish, leaving her gasping for air, and pulled Quin over to sit in front of him. "On your knee

Wednesday. Thursday. She has now found a routine in the week that she never did before: lectures, labs, the dining hall, and the football field, where she can go to have fun, thinking that all work and no play would surely make a dull girl.The classes are fine; they were really good, even. Academics are one thing that she enjoys doing very much.And then there is the room. It is an environment that has become important. She returns to her room after classes, not because she has to, like the first week, but rather because she chose to return now.Mara is always there, in some form or the other: physically, through a text, or just by the way her perfume smells in the room. But Jade is more careful, more absent, returning always with steeze and composure, thus indicating that she has gone somewhere and done something and refused to speak about it. Quin looks at them and thinks, They are teaching me something without actually intending to. Or perhaps with full intention.Thursday evening