Dorm Story Novels & Stories

But the accommodation f*e is about 15,000 dollars per term for two students in a dorm, and 30,000 dollars per term for a single person in a dorm, how the hell am I supposed to afford that? “Alan Rowan!” I suddenly heard my name. “Yes.” I answered on instincts and my feminine voice rang out which drew attention, all gaze were on me, so, I pretended to have a cough. “Uhm… Yes, that’s me.” “Your dorm is in Zenith Hall, Room 270.” The registrar said as he handed me my pass and key, his eyes fell back towards his computer, calling out the next person. I dragged my suitcase under the hot sun, my eyes finally taking in how magnificently huge the school is—and for such a big private school, with eno

“To the ones who leave and come back. To the ones who stay. To us.” They clinked. “To us,” they echoed. Dinner was loud—laughter, stories, teasing. Lila told them about her dorm roommate (a music major who played violin at 3 a.m.), her first all-nighter (paint everywhere), her favorite professor (a sculptor who swore like a sailor). Noah told her about his surf meet (second place again—closer this time). Emily and Alexander listened—smiling, soaking it in. After dessert—pie with extra whipped cream—Lila leaned back.

“The housing office said there weren't any available female dorm rooms left…” “And?” He asked as he swatted my hand off his shoulder and I lost my balance for a second. I cleared my throat. “Then she told me about you. She raved about how kind you are and how you'd be more than willing to host a homeless girl like me for a while? At least till a dorm room is found for me…” I sucked in my breath as he suddenly leaned in so close that the tip of our nose almost touched. “Did she also Tell you that the only women allowed in my dorm room are those I've throughly fucked?” He asked and my eyes widened as heat pooled at the bottom of my stomach.

When he stopped his silliness, I let him pull me closer as we walked into his dorm room. I wasn’t surprised to find his dorm spotless. These days, his room was practically immaculate—nothing like the chaos it used to be. I knew exactly why, but I didn’t say anything. Dorian smirked as he shut the door, tossing his duffel bag onto his bed. “As much as I’d love to take you right now and fuck you into the mattress, we actually do have to study.” He flicked his fingers toward the stack of notes on his desk. “Like you told that prick."

This school has a Zero Tolerance for bullying and other students were expelled for doing it in the past before these measures were put in place. The five of us talked while we had dinner and walked back to our dorms together, when the guys found out I was able to bring my Dire wolf Alma they wanted to meet her, so we went back to our dorm to talk and potty walk her once more before bed. When we walked into our dorm, the guys were shocked as their rooms weren’t as big as ours was. We also found Alma, just lying on the couch, with her legs up in the air, and snoring with a toy still in her mouth.

They kept staring at us the whole way, and some crazier ones even catcalled us. Sydney didn't mind at all. If anything, she seemed to enjoy the attention. After chatting with those men for a bit, she took me to the dorm. That was when I experienced a whiplash. A tiny dorm, no bigger than 108 square feet, was packed with about 20 people of both genders. "You guys live here together?" I asked Sydney. She lay sprawled across the bed and replied, "Of course. Besides…" She lowered her voice, her tone turning mysterious. "…it gets really fun at night."

Late-Night Confession – Vulnerability exposed – One opens up about past heartbreaks, drawing the other closer emotionally. 45. Rain Check – Heated argument, heated attraction – A postponed study session turns steamy as tension spills over. 46. Flirtatious Pranks – Mischief and sparks – Playful pranks in the dorm escalate tension and bring laughter mixed with desire. 47. Shared Umbrella – Close quarters – Walking in the rain under one umbrella forces intimacy neither can deny. 48. Secrets Shared – Emotional intimacy – Late-night conversations lead to emotional vulnerability and stronger connection. 49. Dorm Storm – Passion escalates – Another rainstorm brings them together in close quarters,

It was amazing to be able to get my dick fix whenever I needed and, trust me, I needed it A LOT. But I never ended up fucking any of the guys more than once or twice because they were all kind of douches. I just needed their dicks but eventually, around my spring quarter, I got pretty turned off from the partying life. It just got to be so repetitive and my grades needed more attention, so I spent one entire weekend before finals week studying in the common area of my dorm. The dorms are co-ed and have a large, well-lit common area for kids to study, talk, whatever 24/7. I occupied myself in the corner farthest away from the entrance, and that was my station for the weekend. Just me and my b

' But I didn't. Kyle took me to the dining hall for dinner; I met a bunch of his nerd friends and we had a great time. Back at the suite, I met the other two roommates and, yeah, I think they play with each other too. We all watched a soccer match in Bosnia; I never watched soccer and now I know why. It's fucking boring. The dorm is co-ed with bathrooms/showers for each. Kyle was still watching boring soccer, so I got my stuff and headed for the shower in my robe.

He is lying down on three waiting chairs joined together, and snoring loudly. Fucking asleep whilst he is supposed to be protecting my girl from people who break into the dorms. People like me. Fucking unprofessional. This is the security person they get for a girl’s dorm? I thought this was supposed to be one of the best schools in Mottville. I enter the dorms silently. The hall way is quiet and empty.