Just flirting and teasing, for now.

One of them is Trisha, a small and flat-chested student from your training squad, who has a caramel-brown swimsuit and hair of the same color. Even her eyes a brown, but a darker shade. She has a cute, symmetrical face and you almost feel as if she's giving you adoring puppy-dog eyes, as she enthusiastically asks question after question about quite a few very private details of your life and life goals. You endulge her questions, and notice how the crowd begins to disperse.

They had at first gathered around you to bug you about your swimming performace, and then they all HAD to see the girl with the penis-tongue. But as a few of them had been interested in your new life goals to try and sue the pharma giant that gave you the tock, they are not interested in your favorite metal bands. The seniors and juniors turn away first, the sophomores also don't hover around for long.

Before long, Casey leaves your side to go back and flirt with Jorge, Teak and Pedro - three tall guys of whom she will not sleep with either, anytime soon, but that is a secret that only you and Ashley know. And Ashley goes back to flirt even more shamelessly with Melek, the olive-colored girl. And then, suddenly, it's just you, Trisha and Paul, hanging around no longer in the Goodell cafeteria, but in a comfy corner of the Phelps Common room.

Right, Paul. Paul is an Afro-American guy in a sparkling white swimsuit. He is of the small but wiry and energetic persuasion, and while he stereotypically happens to like hip-hop and speaks out against your metal repeatedly, he seems friendly enough. What fascinates you the most are his short but strong beard stubbles that shine brilliantly against his skin. It's really cute and just too bad that nobody but you can see the "ownership colors". Outside the color bubble, he just has regular black hair.

And now that you three guys are almost alone in the 'Phelps' community room, lounging on the latex-covered waterproof sofas. Paul and Trisha both lean in to question you for more spicy details. Like, if you are still a virgin on either side, and how it feels to fuck someone with the tock. "Uhmmm..."

"And then, you're room-mates with Casey the bitch and Ashley the raging lesbian!" Trisha blurts out shamelessly, totally destroying the innocent 'cute-puppy-dog' image that constantly invades your mind whenever you look at this lovely face. "And you three are constantly hanging out..."

"...except for right now!" you point out, but Trisha waves that comment away: "Because Casey wants to get into those big boy swimsuits. What I mean, you definitely did it together already, right?"

You have the decency to blush as you think of your tock exploring the insides of both of your room-mate lower and upper lips just last night. "So what?" you ask, defensively, but already knowing that Paul and Trisha are going to ask you out.

"Both at the same time?" Paul smirks, and grins even wider when he sees you biting your lips. "And are you exclusive? Just asking for my friend Trisha."

"You guy, fuck off!" Trisha swats at him playfully. "We've not talked more than five words the whole orientation week, we're not friends." She scowls towards Paul, then dog-eyes you pleadingly. "But we two..."

"We can be though, and even with benefits, if that's Emcey's wish." interrupts Paul, unperturbed.

Your heart stops for a moment. Your wish? Has he caught wind?

But your concerns vanish, as neither of them seems aware of your power. Paul just continues: "So Trisha, back off for a few days." He gets on his knees in front of your sofa, and folds his hands over his chest before asking you in a dramatic fashion: "Emcey, will you be my casual sex buddy?"

"Noooo!" Trisha protests loudly, rushing to your side so close that her swimsuit-clad ass rubs against yours, and grasping your hand in both of hers. "Please choose me!" she pleads.

They're both pretty cute, and you want them both. Not after each other, or as the rivals that they currently are. Both, right here and now... Your swelling hot glans makes its way through your lips, getting longer and longer. You exchange a look with Trisha who sits on the sofa like a salt statue, mouth agape, eyes fixated on your steadily growing tock. Paul looks just as eager, still kneeling in front of you.