Head up to see Alan

Well, this is awkward. Your dorm requires a student ID to enter, and you haven't been on campus since you graduated. You look at the electronic pad where an ID must be scanned for entrance, and are just about to consider asking someone milling about to use theirs before you decide to check your wallet. Your key card is still there, but you remember having thrown it out after graduation. Well, that was your old life after all. This world's version of John probably held onto it in case he needed to fuck someone in a dorm-room. Good thinking, parallel you.

Apparently the encryption hasn't changed, as the door springs open as soon as you press your ID to the pad. You step into the entryway of your old dorm, and memories come flooding back. Sure, it had only been a short time since you graduated, but you had so many great experiences here. Staying up with your buddies well into the night, ordering pizza when you were drunk at three in the morning, your first day when your dad helped you move all of your junk into the dorm, sneaking your ex-girlfriend into your room for a quickie while Alan was in class.

Yeah, those were good times. Now with this power you may be able to make some more memories here, at least until you find a new place to wander in search of women.

The volunteer at the front desk never looks up from his phone as you walk past, then take a right into the corridor that houses your old room. When you reach the door with the familiar number '148' printed on the front, you knock and wait patiently. Several seconds pass before the door is cracked open, and about a third of Alan's face is visible in the light cast from the hallway, though the room behind him is in total darkness.

"H-hey, man! How are ya?" Alan opens the door wider and you can see that the only light in your room is coming from a large television set against the same wall as the door. Its faint light illuminates a couple of chairs facing the screen. One stands empty but the other is occupied by some Asian girl you've never seen before. Holy shit, is Alan actually on a date?!

"Hey Alan, it's been a while," with a turn of your head you gesture subtly to his room and the girl within, "am I, uh, interrupting something?"

Alan smiles then throws the door totally open. "No, we're just watching a movie. John, meet Yui. She's new here."

The girl, Yui apparently, pauses the film before standing and coming to the doorway. She's a petite little thing, only coming up to your shoulder. Long, straight, and silky black hair sprouts from her head to lie over her little T-shirt, framing a cute oval face sporting a button nose and large, amber eyes. Her shirt ends just below where you think her navel must be, and below she is, of course, totally nude. Not even a single hair adorns her crotch, leaving her tight, smooth pussy-lips totally exposed for your viewing pleasure -- she must have shaved or waxed recently, maybe just for this occasion. The thought that you're rudely interrupting a date impresses upon you further, so you resolve to make this quick.

"Lovely to meet you, Yui; I'm John." Your offered hand is taken and shaken delicately. Unexpectedly, Yui bows after your handshake and returns to her seat, wordlessly. She sits this time, however, Indian-style, thinking nothing of baring her totally-smooth slit for you to see in the ghostly illumination of the television screen. Even with her knees splayed open her little lips are sealed shut. Fuck, she must be incredibly tight. If Alan's been in there yet, he's a lucky man.

"Come on in, John, what can I do for you?" Alan stands back and beckons you in. Not wanting to come off as any more rude, you accept and step inside, allowing Alan to close the door behind you. Yui starts the movie up again, and the sounds of some larger-than-life battle in a superhero movie fill the darkened room.

"Well, truth be told, Alan, I was invited to a party tonight, and well -- " you gesture to your wrinkled and decidedly unfashionable shirt.

"Say no more, buddy. I'll find you something from my closet right away; I couldn't live with myself if I let you go out like that." You both laugh and he turns, before doubling back and speaking low.

"Listen, Yui is a Japanese exchange student and doesn't really speak English very well, and I really want this night to go well if you know what I mean. Can you try to keep her occupied while I look for something for you, because this might take a few minutes? Just simple sentences, though. I can't have her getting bored, but I don't want her getting confused or embarrassed either."

Emphatically you nod and sit in Alan's empty chair next to Yui's as he begins to rummage through his large closet. She turns to you and actually smiles, then says "Hello, John." Her accent is noticeable, but adorable, but unfortunately from this position beside her you can't see her pussy anymore. Well, Alan did say to keep her occupied, didn't he? A devilish idea forms in your mind and you're curious how your ability may translate over the language barrier.

What was it he said, simple sentences? You'll keep it simple alright. While Yui looks into your eyes you point downwards to your growing erection within your pants and begin unfastening them. Her eyes travel downward and begin to grow as you expose yourself. When your pants and underwear are pooled at your ankles, you grip the base of your cock and give it a little shake, then motion with your hand for Yui to come to you.

She does not hesitate, and comes to face you, her lithe little body now a silhouette framed by the pale light of the screen behind her. The sexy little shadow stands before you and without a word you grip her thin waist and pull her into your lap. In one swift motion your dick is pressing against her entrance with her hands gripping your shoulders.

You begin to pull her downwards, her lips finally parting on the very tip of your cock.

"Do you want something colorful or neutral?" Alan calls behind you, his head still evidently buried in the closet while you're about to be buried in the Japanese cutie in your arms.

"Uhh, colorful --"

OH FUCK!

Yui spears herself completely in an instant, obviously having been wet enough to accept you already and impatient to begin. You nearly yell out but are able to catch yourself before you do. Alan wouldn't mind, of course, that you're casually fucking his date, but the thought of hiding what you're doing for now thrills you. She's tight as a vice and her walls clench and caress you in a snug and rhythmic fashion you've never felt before, but what really causes you to thank God is the tearing sensation you feel a few inches into her. Evidently, Yui was a virgin and you've just torn her hymen. But that doesn't stop the little girl, and she proceeds down your thick, throbbing shaft until you bottom out within her; Yui's pussy is so shallow that a few inches of dick still separate her pussy-lips from your own lap, but you resolve to stretch her out a bit and see how deep she can take you.

"Okay, there are a few good ones here; oh wait, no, this one needs to be cleaned. Give me some more time." Alan is still busy looking for your shirt but you are now paying him little mind, focusing totally on the girl impaled on your cock. You grip her trim waist and begin pumping her up and down your shaft, her lubricant coating your dick and allowing you to speed up your thrusts until you're practically jackhammering her along your rod.

For the first time, Yui makes a noise, and it is a long and lurid "Ohh" that stretches on for a few seconds, then with each time you pull her down to kiss her womb with your tip, a squeak rises unbidden form her lips. Her hands grip your shoulders more forcefully, and you feel her begin to twist and writhe on you before her impossibly-tight pussy clenches down even harder in apparent orgasm.

"Ah!" she yells, and you're sure that Alan has noticed by now what you're doing to his little crush, but you're beyond the point of caring. With one hand you grip the back of her silken head and pull her into a deep kiss, moving the other hand from her waist to a tight cheek of her tiny ass and squeeze it for all you're worth. She moans into your mouth, tasting of mint and tongue, and begins slamming her hips into you of her own accord. The wet slaps of flesh on flesh and her moans fill up the dark little room, the movie forgotten and playing uselessly on the television.

Your kiss heats up, Yui's tiny but nimble tongue probing your mouth as you reciprocate with yours. Yui speeds up her bucking and your finger gets adventurous, pressing greedily into her tight asshole. The moment your fingertip pops into the ring of her little ass she pulls her lips from yours and throws her head back, cumming again and giving your dick another loving squeeze. It is at this moment your balls tighten and you erupt within her shallow depths. You cum what feels like liters deep into her, most of it trapped inside by the sheer tightness of her little pussy's grip on your rod.

"Fuck yes!" You call out, squeezing your eyes shut and riding out your orgasm, moving the hand from her head to her other buttcheek and gripping them both lovingly as the last of your seed leaks into her, your fingertip still massaging her anus. After several breaths you open your eyes to see Yui looking down at you, her cheeks flushed and her pussy quivering along your length. A slight tilt of the head reveals Alan, a red collared shirt in his hand and a raging erection tenting his sweatpants. You notice with glee that it's rather smaller than yours, and delight in the expression of desire on his face.

"The shirt..." He says, trialing off. "And, uh, thanks for keeping Yui...occupied."

"No problem, Alan," you begin, sliding your finger from her butt and helping extract her from your still-hard, dripping cock. When her lips are no longer sealed, a thick glob of your cum begins leaking from her stretched and reddened entrance, a few streaks of red driving home the fact that you've claimed her maidenhood.

"She was so fucking tight, dude, I bet that would have felt heavenly for you. And to think she was a virgin, too. Well, not anymore!" You laugh in your throat and feeling overcomes you, seeming to bring forth these words without your bidding. There's something about this which makes you feel so powerful. You'd better be careful, or this could become addicting.

As you set her back in your chair, you notice that Yui appears to be **** and she falls limply into it, her delicate chest rising and falling with soft, contented breaths; wow, you fucked her asleep.

You stand and, noticing the mess on your cock, wipe it off on Yui's sleeping lips, leaving a smear of pussy juices, cum, and hymen-blood before pulling up and re-fastening your pants. you turn to Alan and his erection is still as forceful as ever, his eyes locked on Yui's exposed cunt, which now is opened slightly, leaking cum, and clearly a bit sore. You take the shirt from his hand and sling it over your shoulder, making your way toward the door.

"Thanks again, Alan; I'll bring this back some time this week. Oh, and I wouldn't try and get lucky tonight," you bring your voice down to a whisper, "I think she's going to need some time to recover."

Alan nods weakly and doesn't even look your way, merely muttering a "Bye..." before you shut the door behind you, and head back toward the entryway of the building, whistling as you go.