Both of course...

"I choose both of you." you say, clasping Paul's shoulder with your free hand, and getting up.

"You..." Trisha begins, now flustered. She exchanges a look with Paul, who has begun to grin even wider. Then she relents. "...you... okay. We can try that." But she is squirming inside, you can practically feel it. You also recognize Paul's expression. He looks like you would have looked yourself, if someone had asked you out of the blue for a threesome. He can't believe he won this jackpot. And then makes a pained grimace.

Someone tips you on the shoulder. You look around, almost whipping your extended tock into someone's face. The guy must be a junior if his swimsuit (currently shifting colors from the standard dark grey to his custom lemon-yellow) is any indicator. He blinks in surprise at your genital, then takes a deep breath.

"Whoa, how long is that thing?" He hesitates and you nod, which makes him even more uncomfortale. "Sorry, Miss, I'm just checking that you're not going to violate dorm rules. Which means, no indecent or disruptive behaviour in the common rooms. And your toy here is probably both. I haven't checked with the dorm supervisor, and please don't make me."

You try the old approach of thinking of something embarrassing, and quickly feel your tock losing power. As the blood rushes from your wiener to your cheecks, it goes limp and you can see it retreat behind your lips within just seconds. The guy makes huge eyes at your disappearing-dick trick.

You, Trisha, Paul and the yellow-colored junior are not alone in the 'Phelps' community room. More and more people have came here to hang around after dinner. Robert was right, there are a few couples holding hands, but nobody makes out yet, this early in the evening. You concentrate for a moment, remembering the dorm's house rules. Ouch. The rules were written to prevent the very same orgies that you phantasized about a few moments ago. Everyone who lives in Kempner had to sign a lot of paperwork that make this experimental dorm even possible. You're not supposed to bother others, or disrupt the 'scholarly intent' of the building. It has roughly 350 residents, after all, practically all of them aspiring athletes, and the college doesn't want scandals.

Outside the dorm's sleeping quarters, everyone has to wear at least the 'prescribed' swim uniforms; and nobody is supposed to dash around in the nude. And the room assignments with three students sharing rooms were intended very much to keep things orderly. While it can't prevent sex completely, this system discourages adventures every night: Most people aren't into threesomes, and if two residents unite against their roomie inviting a partner, then that's that. Finally, residence advisors have to make sure everyone remains modest, polite and friendly with each other.

"Sorry." you stammer. "Um, who are you?"

The guy with the lemon-colored hair and swimsuit, recovers from his stare of disbelief. "I'm Kenneth Renner." He holds out his hand to shake yours, and you can't see any. "One of your friendly residence advisors, and I hope my team and I can ensure you have a great year here at Kempner." He squints his eyes, while you, Paul and Trisha introduce yourself. Then he points at your mouth. "What exactly was that?"

You sigh, not wanting to explain your weird backstory again. "I can tell you later, okay?" Right now, you want to go to some dorm room and bang Trisha and Paul. "We're heading downstairs to our rooms for tonight."

Now it's Kenneth's turn to sigh. "Sure. But think of the dorm rules. Obligatory curfew from midnight to five in the morning; and don't disturb others. Especially not your roommates. If my RA friends or I get complaints about you having sex there, we're not going to be amused."

Okaaaay. So this is going to be an issue.