Jenna comes home

You're trying to **** your mind to return to the paper you're writing and away from the images of fat throbbing cocks pumping into your greedy pussy, when your musings are interrupted by the door of the apartment banging open noisily.

Startled, you get up and open your bedroom door to see your room-mate Jenna wrapped around some guy you don't know, one of her legs hooked behind his as the two of them devour each other's mouths. One of his hands is squeezing her ass, the action causing her short tight skirt to lift further. His other hand fondles her breasts, as she squirms against him, one of her hands between them, obviously groping his cock.

Entranced by the scene, you stand watching for a moment, the sight bringing your imagination to life in a rush of horniness. Suddenly embarrassed by your reaction, you start to turn back into your room and give Jenna and her new friend privacy when they break their embrace and she sees you.

"Oh hey Lisa," she says, panting a little. "Sorry if we woke you up...This is..is..Alan...Alan this is Lisa, my roomie..." She's obviously very drunk, clinging to Alan for support. He holds her around the waist, giving you a smile and an appraising look.

"Pleased to meet you," he says, his eyes roaming up your legs to your body, pausing for a moment at the sight of your stiff nipples poking dents in your shirt. You can see the bulge of what appears to be a large cock in his jeans, the sight setting off another cascade of prurient images inside your head.

"You too," you answer.

"We're just going to bed...aren't we babe?" Jenna slurs, turning back to Alan and glueing her mouth to his as she writhes her slender body against his, before breaking the kiss with a gasp. "I'm right here," she says, taking him by the hand and leading him to the room next to yours. "Night night Lisa.."

You can't help noticing Alan eyeing you thoughtfully before following Jenna into her room and shutting the door.