Chapter 6

I sank into an overstuffed chair in the TV lounge. My mind raced in circles. That was, when it wasn’t drifting back to the vision of Julie’s breasts.

They were small, but very round, with big nipples. I briefly wondered what they’d be like to suck, but then shook myself. That wasn’t going to happen.

I snorted in amusement. Yeah, I wasn’t going to be sucking on Julie’s nipples anymore that I would Lori’s. It was wild. In less than thirty-six hours, I’d tripled the number of topless women I’d seen in the flesh. Andrea, Lori, and now Julie.

Maybe I was going to like college.

And they were all different. Andrea’s were small, with tight nipples. Julie’s a bit larger, with bigger nipples. And Lori’s...

Full, and curved like teardrops. Large dark areolae—with fat suckable nipples—

I shook myself. My cock was already stiffening uncomfortably in my pants. I’d already gone too long without some, ahem, relief. I didn’t need to get myself worked up.

I got up, walked across to the TV, and turned it on. I stood there flipping channels for a bit until I caught the last part of Saturday Night Live. That was better than nothing, so I settled back into my chair and wondered how long I’d have to wait for Len and Julie to be done.

“Dude.” Len had come up behind me. He looked tired and a little worn, but not pissed off.

“Sorry.”

“I put a rubber band on the doorknob.” His tone was matter-of-fact.

“I didn’t see it.”

“It was there, dude. Green.” He actually held it up, and then stretched it with his fingers.

“Okay...?”

He furrowed his brow at my confusion. Then his face cleared and he nodded.

“Ah. Yeah. I just kinda assumed. Sorry. That’s a signal to stay out.”

“Figured.”

“You can use it, too.”

I snorted. Like that was going to happen anytime soon.

“Anyway. She’s left. You can come back.”

I nodded and stood. I was really tired and ready for my pillow.

Back in our room, I noted that Len had straightened up his bed. He’d also cracked a window and lit some of the incense he’d bought earlier. But otherwise, the room looked like normal. I couldn’t’ve guessed that Julie’s been here if I hadn’t seen her.

That was probably for the best.

But as I got ready for bed, I couldn’t help marveling. Len had known Julie for less than a day—I’d been there when they’d met!

Julie didn’t strike me as a slut. Not compared to the ones from high school. Mom still would’ve called her that, but...

I just couldn’t see it. No, this was all Len, I was sure. I’d heard of guys who were so smooth they could talk women into almost anything. Like Cyrano de Bergerac. I’d just never expected to meet one.

And now I was living with one.

It was definitely going to be an interesting year.

I woke up only mildly hung over. My mouth was dry and my head ached a little but that was about it. Enough light streamed past the window blinds to make it feel like morning, though I swore it couldn’t be. Except the clock said ten after nine, so it had to be.

I blinked a couple of times and realized two things. First, Len was gone. Second, I had morning wood as hard as steel.

Well, that was a nice coincidence.

I slowly climbed down from my bunk, my dick swinging in my PJ’s. Len was indeed gone. I spotted a note on my desk.

Gone to breakfast.

I smiled. This was just good to pass up. I found a rubber band and slipped it over the outside door knob. Then I grabbed some tissues and headed back to bed.

I had plenty of fantasies floating through my head, starting with my memory of Lori...

I remembered Lori calmly returned my gaze and she raised her bra in front of her breasts, but not before I got a good look at them.

“Lucky you,” she said.