Jane - your dorm roommate from China who's planning to fly back home

"Sam?" You hear her call for you.

Okay, no more music. Clearly it's too obvious who's in it and anyone can willy nilly decide to bother you.

"...yeah?" You turn off the hot water and turn it to cold. Guess you won't be getting off fully with her still around.

You can't wait til you have the room all to yourself.

"I'm leaving tonight."

Scratch that, you're going to get off tonight!

"Oh Jane, that's fast!" You exclaim, quickly toweling yourself up and get out of the shower, all your items back in your caddy. "I hope you feel better back home."

"Me too." Jane smiles at you with a bleak voice. "See you, Sam."

She must have wanted to hug you but can't because you're just in a towel and you cringe internally.

To be or not be an **** arse... "Hold on, Jane. I'll give you a hand."

"Oh, you don't have to...!" She looks flustered. O-kay, so you won't.

"Are you sure?" Please say yes and absolve you of all responsibilities.

"Yeah, my teacher I told you about already helped with the luggage." She looks down the stairs and you see said teacher looking back up and says hi to you. You say hi back.

Jane isn't really your type, but her teacher who apparently is also from China but teaches and lives here in Boston permanently. Her teacher is towering and lean and her hair is in a ponytail (god you love ponytails) and dressed well in khaki pants and has a face that says she doesn't take kindly to timewasters.

You want her to bend you over.

You're not gay. Really. Bi maybe.

"Ah well, all the best." You offer your hand instead and she amusedly shakes it.

With a chirp of 'you too!' - you find yourself free of her (what a nuisance she was) and continue where you were interrupted in your bedroom.

The blinds are closed and the lights are off. The room feels large now that it's just you. You turn the music back on.

"Queen, I'm hurt." Your horsie fakes a pained expression, his back on your bed, long pale legs showing off muscle through his slightly disrobed silk robe. "If you want the teacher so badly maybe I shouldn't be here."

"Oh shut up and continue." You wonder why your own mind gave you such a whiny destresser.

Well, you have a feeling why but you don't really want to dig too deep on that right now.

"Anything for you, my Queen." His voice is lower finally and you get on the bed in your own robe after towelling off and wrap your legs around a bolster imagining it to be your horsie's head and you **** him with your own thighs as his own tongue gets deeper into you until you're thrusting your hips harder and fucking finally!

You came and slow your hips down and let your horsie be an imaginary person warming you up stay in your bed.