Craig, Sunday School Teacher, 21

“I think that’s enough of this for now,” Craig said as he put his pencil down, closed up his Bible, and cleaned up the papers that he had spread out on the desk. He was done with preparing his Sunday school notes for the next morning. It was ten o’clock and probably time for him to get some sleep, but for him it felt as if the night was just about to get started.

Whitney, his girlfriend, was busy that night so he was on his own, which of course he didn’t mind that much. Sure, seeing Whitney naked was by far better, but he wasn’t too picky. He enjoyed seeing the naked form of any woman he could come across. They were all unique and each worth looking at. That was the one benefit of being in the college dorms, if he looked hard enough, he could find what he was looking for.

Going out from his dorm room, he looked both ways and tried to figure out which would be the best way to go. He could hear the faint sound of music, talking and laughing, and maybe even sex. He couldn’t clearly tell from which direction any of them were coming, but he knew that to the right there tended to be more going on.

Craig made his way down the hallway, glancing at the closed doors that lined the hallway. None of them were any bit promising because he had no real access to them. What he needed was either a clear sound of sex, from which he just might be able to see something if he went outside to the window, since he was on the ground floor, or an open door which indicated a party and something crazy going on if he made his way to the right place.

He was at least three-quarters of the way to the end of the hallways when he hit the jackpot. He could hear the sound of hips slapping as well as an open door that was emanating music, along with the smell of alcohol and maybe even sex, though he wasn’t sure if that was just simply wishful thinking.

The sound of slapping bare flesh increased even more as he reached the doorway to the party. The sound, however, was not coming from the party, but seemed to be coming from the closed door across the hallway. He cursed under his breath to himself and realized that he had a decision to make.

To the left he could walk into the party and maybe get lucky and sneak into a closet or something and wait for some couple to come in and start getting busy. Or, he could keep going, make his way outside and sneak into the bushes near the window of the room across the way and hope to see the sex he knew was going on.