She’s the girl everyone has high expectations for. All the airs and graces. A degree of respect within the dorm. But her mind is filthy, her fingers love to wander and those two aspects combine to help her become all the things she believes she can’t be.
The boy in the room next door, forever flirtatious, occasionally a little too purposely dirty, she feels she has to dismiss him out of hand. Yet through paper thin walls she could hear him masturbating - wondering if he was deliberately loud, particularly when he came, or if that was just the way he teased his cock.
The girl she was raised to be soon realised how wet she was becoming, spreading her legs and finger-fucking to each soft rattle of the headboard against the adjourning all, digits deep imagining his cock inside her. The point she heard him cry out she imagined him cumming deep inside her, all over her breasts, her face, fucking hard at the back of her throat and choking on his cock. She wondered how big he was, how he’d feel in her hand, deep inside her, of how he’d writhe as her tongue twisted and teased all over him.
She mused of him walking in, seeing her masturbating, and plain taking her. Holding her down, fucking her hard, even using her and walking away. All connotations in devious rotation, as she lusted harder and harder beyond everyday graces.
There was only so long she could push him away before another girl took her place. Listening to another girl in his room raised an eyebrow as they talked and laughed, but an extended silence where she presumed both had left the room, was followed by raucous fucking. Lewd, loud, filthy - she wanted it.
A knot twisted in her stomach that she wasn’t there, legs spread, riding him, feeling his cock fuck as savagely in and out of her as it was the other girl. As she leant against the wall, she closed her eyes and imagined just that, fingers ferociously frigging in her PJ’s, buttons undone to pinch hard at her nipples, enough to gasp.
She mused of the girl eating her out - something she’d never tried - and sucking his cock. Climaxing hard against the girl’s tongue as he spunked all over her face. The more she teased, the louder she got, the more she lost control. Yet stopping, trying to control breathing, calm moans to purrs to silence added a certain shiver. The next instance she played, everything was so, so much more intense.
As she shook against the wall, she wondered if they’d heard her, if that added to their intensity, and as she drew towards an orgasm she knew she would never be able to control - equal in volume and electricity - she wonders if that will leave her embarrassed and broken .. or if they’ll come in.