“Should we really be doing this?” Jamie asked.

In answer, Clifford kissed her again.

“Mmm, that was nice,” Jamie admitted. “But don’t they have rule about what can go on in the dorm rooms?”

“They might,” Clifford said. “But seeing as how this dorm is brand new. And seeing as how we’re not students.”

“It was nice of them to put us up here,” Jamie said.

“Given that we contributed, what was it?”

“A lot,” said Jamie. “But it was your old school.”

“Right,” said Clifford. “So we’re entitled to celebrate.”

“Sort of like we’re christening the room,” Jamie said. “Everything’s still a virgin. The desk. The chair. The lamp.”

“The bed,” said Clifford, before continuing the kiss.

Not many minutes later they were both naked.

“But you know what,” Jamie said. “Maybe we shouldn’t actually go all the way.”

“Why not?” Clifford wanted to know.

“The room is so innocent. It might be like despoiling it. And the way the light’s pouring in the window. Sort of heavenly, don’t you think?”

“I think you’re sort of heavenly,” Clifford said.

“We can still do some things,” Jamie said.

“What sort of things?”

“Lie back,” Jamie told Clifford.

Clifford lay back. Jamie perched herself atop.

“These sorts of things,” she said, sliding herself back and forth along Clifford’s trapped cock.

“And these sort of things,” she said, when she felt the moment was right.

She managed to get the things in their almost proper places just in time.

Following their orgasms, they exchanged bodily fluids.

“That was heavenly,” Clifford admitted. “But tonight I’m going to fuck you.”