Theo Serrano sat at his desk, flustered and struggling not to walk out, go to the bathroom, and find a secluded stall to rub one out. On his left, Marci was practically naked, and wrapped gently around his roommate, who had long given up trying to be quite during their midnight trysts, even with Theo in the room. On his right, Lorelei laid drunkenly passed out underneath his own bedsheets, her tail twirling around beneath the blankets while she snored.
Every once in a while the Redever would grumble a few words, each one quite embarrassing, really. The way she clung to his bed pillows was eerily sexual as well. He was pretty sure one of them was between her legs, although it was hard to be certain, given how dark it was in the room.
Why did I let them in? He questioned his decision over and over again in his mind. He should’ve just let the dormitory counselors handle it. When he found them both fighting in the middle of the hallway, he knew it was only a matter of time before their racket would attract unwanted attention. They were too drunk to reason with, and he didn’t even try to stop Marci from slithering past his front door, pulling Lorelei in with her.
It didn’t take long for Marci to throw her clothes off, and then even yanked the bodice from Lorelei’s shoulders. She laughed at Lorelei’s squealing embarrassment once her naked body was exposed in the middle of Theo’s room. The fright was short lived, as Lorelei tried to seduce him for about ten seconds, before throwing up in a waste bin, then collapsing onto his twin sized bed.
“You’re welcome,” Marci had maliciously teased him, before hopping into Mike’s corner of the room.
Lorelei’s display of drunken intimacy, and projectile vomiting, wasn’t the most…attractive thing he ever saw. Her bare breasts bouncing in midair, however, stunned him into silence. Having her in his bed was definitely appealing, if only she weren’t so drunk. Every fiber of his being wanted to jump in with her, but shame stayed his hand. He didn’t want to be seen as taking advantage, even though he was pretty sure, judging by her words, that she wouldn’t mind.
For twenty minutes Theo sat at his desk, his head resting in the palm of his hand, and felt his heart bouncing in his chest. It was like a sizzling pinball dancing beneath his ribcage that wouldn’t stop rolling around.
There was a naked girl in his bed, and she was ridiculously beautiful. Her pale pink skin was flustered around her neckline, and the topside of her breasts. Even in the dark, before she hopped into his bed, Theo thought that he could make out the tiny constellation of freckles just underneath her collarbone, and scattered across her shoulders. Lorelei’s dark black hair was parted to one side, and a bit oily after a long night of dancing. Small dashes of glitter were smeared over her skin, and Theo cursed, realizing he would have to wash his sheets forever to get rid of it.
But that could wait for now, what prodded his sanity was all the things Lorelei was moaning about while she slept. Some of the things she said, while drooling in his pillow, made him hard as hell.
“Hey Marci,” Theo whispered. He wasn’t sure what to do, isolated from the sanctuary of his bed, and yet, so tempted to forget that this was a vulnerable drunk girl who clearly fantasized about him…often.
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“Hmm,” the Lamia mused quietly in her corner.
“Does she always talk in her sleep?” Theo asked her, with a raised brow. Even his voice was jittery. Some of the stuff Lorelei started whispering about seemed to relate to his chest hair. Her half-asleep mind querying whether it would be smooth or coarse?
Marci chuckled at that, “Only when she’s really-REALLY-drunk.”
Almost on queue, Lorelei began moaning about how her body would break if he kept…doing something to her, and how it was already making her wet…
“Good to know,” Theo got up from his seat, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his arms, as he walked toward the door. His entire body wouldn’t stop shaking; he was shivering with anxious excitement, and his teeth were starting to clatter. He looked over, seeing the beautiful Redever shuffling underneath his bedsheets. Rolling on her back, one of her soft breasts slipped free from the covers. A dark red aureola could be spotted in the gloom, resting on a mound of lighter pink flesh.
Dear god! Theo looked away, his face burning up again. His sweat pants suddenly grew a lot tighter, and he found it difficult not to return his gaze. With a lump in his throat, the young man tried desperately not to let his temptations overcome him.
“Be back in a bit,” he rushed out of the room, and shut the door behind him.
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“Oh Theo, don’t tickle my tits, my breasts are so sensitive when you touch them,” Lorelei’s words were not heard as Theo had already left the room. She twisted and turned under the sheets, basking in the mans familiar scent.
There was still a vanilla scent of aftershave, and clover shampoo, in his blankets and pillow coverings. It wasn’t necessary, she preferred his natural scent over this, but still, she couldn’t complain.
She faded in-and-out of sleep, drifting in the scents of the man that she loved. When the sunlight finally broke her blissful rest, Lorelei groaned. Her head was pounding, but she also felt a renewed sensation in her limbs, as if still experiencing a latent rush of endorphins from the Allucia she had last night.
Slowly, she lifted herself from…Theo’s bed.
Oh shit! Lorelei squeaked, realizing her predicament. Oh god! What have I done! What…did I do anything? She looked over to find Theo leaning over his desk, evidently sleeping. Wait…did he…did he sleep like that all night?
A pang of guilt struck her, and Lorelei looked down toward the floor. This felt wrong, she felt like an intruder, and couldn’t bring herself to simply leave without doing something to make things right.
She slowly got out of bed, clutching at the bedsheet close to her chest, and glided to the young mans side. It must’ve been painful, the way he was lumped over in that position for so long. Then Lorelei carefully placed the blanket over his shoulders, and felt drawn to lean in closer. She could smell a bitter earthy scent from him, and could tell he had expelled his seed recently. Believe it or not, that little fact was true about Redevers, their enhanced sense of smell was particularly good at detecting those sorts of things.
Poor man, Lorelei leaned in even closer. He must’ve spent himself sometime during the night, likely because of her. Her throat was dry, and she felt her head spinning at the thought. A compulsion took hold, one that made her desperately want to wrap her arms around him, and bask in his warmth.
Part of her even wanted to go further.
With a knot in her stomach, she reluctantly let go, grabbed her clothes, and quietly left the room. But before she slipped away, she made sure to leave something behind for him. She wasn’t sure he would grasp its meaning, but she couldn’t hold back how she felt any longer. Something needed to come out, or Lorelei feared she would explode.