Chapter 3

Enid woke up in the night. She was naked apart from the bandana covering her face. Her pussy was pleasantly sore and her nipples throbbed slightly. Her thighs were sticky. Kyle was asleep in bed next to her but the room was otherwise empty. She had to pee.

She put on her skirt and shirt and wandered the unfamiliar hall looking for a bathroom. There was only one, and there were urinals in it, so maybe girls weren’t supposed to be in the building at all. There would be a ladies’ room in the lobby, maybe, but she couldn’t wait that long. There was nobody around, so she relieved herself in the stall.

She heard the door, and then a man peeing with a great sigh at the urinal on the other side of the stall wall. He must have been releasing a whole night of drinking because he seemed to go on forever.

She waited for a little while, thinking she’d come out when he went away, but his bladder seemed to have no limit. Tired of waiting, she left the stall, washed her hands, and examined herself in the mirror. She was definitely seeing her own reflection - with the hat missing it was easier to tell. But if there was really something supernatural going on then maybe she only looked like herself to herself. Who knows how that sort of thing works? It had to be something supernatural, though. Kyle had been so patient and attentive like he knew she was a virgin, so he must have known who she was, right? Unless ... Was it possible that Eloise was still a virgin, and that this was supposed to be her first time? Had she stolen that precious moment from her sister?

The boy at the urinal finished and approached the counter at a respectful distance to wash his hands. He was brown-skinned, smooth, and fit. He seemed younger than most of the college boys she’d seen - probably a freshman. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of striped boxer shorts.

“You were at the party, huh?” He asked. “The one with the nipple bars?” He gestured to his chest as he said it.

“Yeah.”

“You got a boyfriend, huh?”

She had to think about how to answer. For tonight, she decided, yes, she had a boyfriend. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Figures,” he said without much hint of disappointment. “Well, you’re really sexy. I only caught a quick glance, but I’m going to remember those tits. Most girls with pierced nipples are skanks, and that’s a turn-off. You’ve got this whole innocent-naughty thing.” His hand moved to his groin and seemed to adjust his package. “Any chance I can see them again?”

Enid blushed. Everything about the night had been so unreal. Nobody knew who she was, and even if they did, she’d probably never see them again. She unbuttoned her shirt, and while she did, the boy in the bathroom with her moved his hand in slow circles on top of his underwear. By the time she opened her shirt up, his dick had sprung out and he was tugging it gently.

“Is this okay?” He asked glancing down at his dick work.

“I guess?”

His dick grew bigger and harder. His grip changed and he stroked himself more assertively. “God damn, you’re sexy,” he said. “I had this thing worked out with a girl for tonight - really looking forward to it. Then everything went sideways and I came home alone. Lucky I met you or I’d be in that stall spanking to PornHub.”

Enid smiled, and shifted position a few times, hoping to present her chest well. He was getting off on her, but, respectfully. It was nice. It felt good that she was able to help him, just by letting him look at her. She wanted to see it through - help him come. He was giving it a good hard jerk, and she didn’t imagine it would take him much longer.

“You don’t have to mean it, but you could talk dirty to me. Name’s Purav.”

She rolled her eyes with a coy smile, shrugging in a way that pushed her breasts together. Then she looked him in the eye. “I want you to fuck me, Purav. I want to ride your cock until I come, and then let you pound my ass until you fire off your, you know, stuff.”

“Ooooh, fuuuck,” he groaned. He was jerking his cock faster than she would have thought possible. His hips were thrusting at the air, but much, much slower than his hand was working.

She sat on the counter, lifted her miniskirt, and spread her legs. “I just had sex for the first time. Can you tell?”

Purav let out a wild growl. The leading pulse of his come-shot missed her naked foot by an inch. The rest fell in progressively shorter arcs.

She didn’t know what to say, so she hopped down from the counter and left, carefully avoiding the semen with her bare feet. She finger-waved goodbye from the doorway.

Back in the dorm room, Enid was feeling sexy, but she didn’t especially feel like having sex again. She certainly had dick on the brain. She wondered whether she could snuggle in with Kyle and suck his dick without waking him up first.

Mechanically, she figured she could do it. He was on his side, but his legs weren’t too curled. There was room for her head. His dick was soft and of course smaller than it had seemed before, but she assumed that he didn’t need to be awake for it to respond to her. Weren’t guys always saying penises have minds of their own?