Her Roommate

She dashed to her room, ignoring anything else and fumbling around for her key in the pockets of the jeans that she had just stripped out of and lain on top of various other bins. Finding it she fiddled with the lock for a moment before pushing the door open and revealing her roommate lying on the bed with her hand in between her legs.

A kiss was in some sense a subversive act within Free Use Dormitory. Oscillation is a human norm and the constant atmosphere of debauchery did nothing to efface this basic fact of one's nature save to alter the states which someone could oscillate between. Free use complemented the state of being used, each dom finding themselves a sub as they discovered how best to stretch the limits of pleasure in tandem with the stretching of their holes. This rapid and constant movement created a signal whose erotic voltages carried the signal of a life pleasurably lived, betwixt the peaks and valleys of sluttiness an equilibrium could be reached long enough to take care of some of the basic demands of hygiene and schoolwork; post-coital sweat condensing on windows as two people switched wordlessly from fucking each other's brains out to completing the coursework they had missed during a sexual rampage. The silence with which two people could fill a shower after they both orgasmed and switched to mindlessly scrubbing the juices from their bodies was louder than any moan.

Sybil was a pathological example of this kind of state of mind, she barely had sex with anyone, may have even been a virgin when before coming to Anytown University; instead she masturbated with a fury and frequency that could only be matched by a horde of high schoolers collectively working out their sexual frustrations. Her porn collection was gathered onto an expanding array of hard drives kept backed up and managed with a surprising amount of technical acuity for someone who could spend upwards of 11 hours a day jilling off. She would spend days at a time seated with a vibrator between her legs, gently buzzing the mechanical keyboard she used to provide tags for the contents of some new collection of porn DVDs.

Free Use Dormitory was perfect for Sybil, she was finally granted as much porn as she could ever want to watch. All one had to do was stroll down the hall to see a parade of pornographic scenes; doors were left open to allow witnesses to cheer on their favorite of two roommates competing to see who's boyfriend could be **** through a package of condoms first, switching holes and techniques with astonishing frequency in an attempt to get the tired and sore cocks into a state where orgasm was possible again; bathrooms containing rows of girls holding each others collars, daring each other into submission and use; girls howling with delight and horror as their urethras were sounded for the first time ever by creative and cruel mistresses. Sybil took her fill of this buffet, watching countless times in lounges, bedrooms, hallways, and bathrooms as whatever limits people might have once honored were removed and ignored. Most of the time though she still preferred what took place on a screen, staying in her room for days, her online classes finished with lightning speed and an ice pack on her reddened folds while her mousy face was accumulating an exciting collection of acne, her brown hair was getting more and more frizzy, and her musk was growing to overwhelming proportions.

Hazel loved Sybil all the same. She saw something in this collection of compulsive sexuality and hyper-technical expertise that concealed more honesty and desire than the rest of the dorm put together. There was the standard excitement of masturbating next to someone who could call up your wildest fantasy with no hesitation but it was made all the more exciting by knowing she would never touch you and would shy away if your own hand slid between her legs. Many people within Free Use Dormitory claimed disregard for themselves in the face of other's pleasure but Sybil was the only one who showed true disregard for the outside world. Sybil was the only one whose actions seemed to take any real toll on their body outside of the side effects on pleasure (although Hazel certainly grew to love her musk and the almost metallic smell of her sweat).

So when Hazel kissed Sybil there was something transgressive even inside this unbounded space. There was the acknowledgement that human love expands not only beyond the physical aspects but into them as well, that even if fulfillment could not be found in a staggeringly large number of terabytes of porn those same terabytes could still be an integral part of one's fulfillment. Hazel leaned down to kiss her; gently, no tongue, no further touch. "Good to see you" Sybil said in a voice barely audible over the sounds of two men sucking each other's cocks on the TV.