Darryl

Darryl has helped you out before, so it makes sense to go to him for this. Granted, this is not exactly the sort of thing he's done for you in the past, but you feel you should be able to convince him to help you. After all, even if all else fails, there is one thing we won't be able to resist regardless of any reservations he may have: You've given him a fair few blowjobs before, but you've never let him fuck you. Since he's not exactly drowning in pussy, he's always been eager, but you have always resisted. Right now, of course, that would be too dangerous, but perhaps you can convince him to let you 'pay him back' after this is all over?

First things first, though.

When you arrive at Darryl's dorm room, you hear muffled sounds through the door, though you can't make out what's causing them. You knock, and wait. And wait. And knock again. "Come on, Darryl! Let me in already! I can hear you in there!" It could be his roommate, of course, but you're willing to take that chance. Someone is clearly moving around in there, and you think you faintly hear Darryl's voice. Finally, the door opens.

Darryl stands just a hair taller than you, with a thoroughly average physique. His face won't land him on the cover of fashion magazines, either, but honestly he's kind of cute. In a nerd-chic sort of way. Well, usually he does, anyway. Right now, he is sweaty, almost panting, and his hair is all tussled. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you had interrupted having some fun with a girl in there.