John, a prudish university student

I need help. I need some serious help. I don't know what's happening recently (or did it already start last Sunday, when I accidentally walked in on my sister Alissa masturbating on her bed?), but I think I've been cursed. These things keep happening to me. I don't know what to do, I don't know how to stop it, I don't know who I can tell this to.

Maybe Evelyn? No, she'll think I'm a psycho. But we've known each other for so long I'm sure I can trust her to not think I'm weird or anything. Or maybe it really is just a random string of coincidences.

"John?" Sophie says, smiling. We just met a last Sunday when we moved in to the university dorms. "What's wrong? Something on your mind?"

"No, it's nothing." I say. "Let's head back."

She's holding the books to her chest. Organic Chemistry I. I try to read the title in full because I'm trying to distract my eyes from... from her cleavage. She's been wearing revealing clothes more and more often this week. I know she's trying to get Chad to notice her (good for her, he's the star of the swim team). Now she's in tight shorts, the kind athletes wear and a tight fitting camisole with a neckline too deep but at least she's wearing a parka on top.

We exit the building and head to the dorms. It's 6.30, we just finished class a while ago and I wonder if she's cold in the autumn wind with those scanty clothes.

"Seems like they're not here yet," Sophie says as we enter the dorm. It's a shared unit, with a common living room and bathroom, but Sophie got the master bedroom which means she has a bathroom of her own. "Huh - already missed the first day of class. Can't wait to meet them though! Aren't you excited?"

We were expecting two more foreign girls - I forgot their names. Wait, that seems strange how I'm the only guy here. Could this be the part of it too? I shake my head.

"Delayed flight, maybe? Yeah I guess so."

"We have the whole unit to ourselves then!" She says, and opens the curtains with a bright smile. Far across, someone from the other block glances up from washing his dishes.

We talk about our first day of class (mine was introduction to programming, hers organic chemistry) for a bit before I get up to shower. I haven't really used a common shower before, but I was aware I couldn't just hang my towel around because there wouldn't be much space for the three of us. So I brought my clothes with me, and my towel, and my shampoo and soap, in a big clunky mess around my arms as I went in. I didn't like that the door was sort of semi-transparent - you could see faint shadows behind. Damn, they should have put more thought into the design for a shared dorm!

I take off my clothes. When I start the shower, the water gushes for a second - freezing - then stopped. I turn the knob - hot, cold, off, on, off, repeatedly, but it didn't work. No water. Hm...

"Sophie?" I yell.

"Yeah?"

"Could you check if there's a switch for the shower?"

"Switch?"

"There's no water."

I see the faint shadow of Sophie from the door.

"Nope! No switch!"

I fiddle with it for a while longer. I was starting to get cold.

"Is it working?"

"No!" I give up and head to dry off. "We've got to get the repair guys tomorrow," I say.

"Okay, yeah. You... well you can use my bathroom in the meantime."

I pause. Isn't that kind of private? A girl's bathroom? Sophie's private bathroom! Well, I guess she's only used it like once yesterday, when we first checked in.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

In that case, I wrap myself with my towel. Sophie's never seen me topless before, but I'm a guy, so it's okay.

"Oh," she says as I open the door. "Yeah okay," she says, leading the way to her room. I take a half-glance before she opens the door to her bath - some books on the desk, pillows and half-folded clothes on the bed, plenty more still in boxes, and in her bathroom, a pair of thongs on the hanger!

"Oh shit!" She snatches it and goes red. "Forgot that was there. Uh. Pretend you didn't see that."

"See what?" I smile, almost laugh.

"Ugh!" She rolls her eyes and slaps my shoulder. But the tremor made me drop my shampoo and suddenly with the unraveling of my towel, I'm naked.

"Oops! Oh! Uh..." We scramble, and I could have wished she wasn't so kind because instead of just running out of there she resolved to bend down and pick the stuff up for me. But now the space is so narrow that I can't bend down if she does and when she looks up I can barely hide my now-growing dick away from her face.

"Sophie!"

"Uhm, I'm sorry!"

She awkwardly stumbles. "Uh, do I just..."

"Yes, just put them there it's fine."

"Right, okay, okay!" She says as she stumbles out, but when she does my elbow accidentally triggers the knob on the shower. A fine mist bursts to Sophie's screams.

"Oops! I'm so sorry," I say, shutting off the water.

"Ugh! I'm all wet!" She complains, wiping the water from her eyes. A huge wet patch coats the front of her camisole, down to her crotch. I try not to notice its translucence and the beige bra underneath. "Okay, I'll go, I'll go," she says.

"Be care-" as if on cue, she slips, and in trying to catch her I fall too. Now her face lands on my thigh and she looks at me side eyed, shocked.

"Sorry! Sorry!" she apologizes as she tries to get up, and seeing my hard on, covers her eyes. I'm left in that position, back against the wall. She's trying to hide her embarrassment and not look any more than she already has, but that isn't the best way to get up, and she slips again, and this time I feel a warm wet coating on my dick. It's inside her mouth.

I moan. Her eyes open wide, trying to piece together to string of events that led to this position. I see the cleavage down her chest. God, what if she could just start using her mouth - no! I blush. I know I shouldn't think of it, but I do. To my surprise she doesn't commence an immediate retreat, as if curious about the new experience, I feel her tongue move and her lips pucker.

She looks up at me in that moment, half-bewildered, half asking for permission. My hand on the back of her neck guides her face down. I see the hollowing of her cheeks, something I didn't think I would be ever seeing, and she starts - slowly - up, down, checking on me - up, down, up, down...