Let her go

Peter briefly entertained the fantasy of holding her in place, but it felt a little too crazy. His roommate was a pretty easygoing guy, but waking up to see his baby sister getting forcibly face-fucked would probably cause some tension in their living situation.

Kat made the choice easy, too, as she reluctantly disengaged her young mouth from the tip of Peter's raging cock and stole back to the couch, leaving Peter's slowly deflating member to calm down on its own.

While this was disappointing, Peter was no stranger to sexual disappointment -- after all, he'd only just (very unexpectedly) lost his virginity, and it was still a thrilling experience for him to get that illicit blowjob, even if he didn't climax. It was, on reflection, his first (semi-)public sexual experience. He couldn't say he loved it -- he was more nervous than excited about it happening around someone else -- but it was interesting.

Peter waited a few moments then pretended to gracefully turn over in his sleep, giving him a chance to tuck his still half-hard cock back in his underwear. He tried to close his eyes to go to sleep, but the brief oral interlude with the cute blonde had gotten him too worked up. There was a burning fire in him now, a need to bury his cock in something wet and willing.

He tried distracting himself by running through the periodic table, of thinking of the homework he needed to do, but there was a primal thrumming in him that wasn't going away. Unbidden, half formed sensations flashed in his mind's eye, a synthesis of porn he'd watched and his recent encounters. He could almost feel the warm, soft skin of a girl's hips as he held her down to penetrate her; hear the gasping moan of a girl as he entered her; smell the mixture of girly shampoo, sweat, and cum after a climax.

To Peter's alarm, a dull ache started building in his gonads. Panicked imaginings of further, less enjoyable side-effects of his recent chemical accident ran through his head. This was crazy -- his cum had somehow become the ultimate chick magnet, his cock had gotten bigger, what else would happen? His body was telling him it needed to cum, and soon.

His first thought was to sneak off somewhere to masturbate, but furtively beating one out in the dorm's shared bathroom felt like such a shameful activity. Plus, who knows who would come in while he was doing the deed and pick up the scent? The other option he considered was texting Miranda, but it was currently something like 2 in the morning. Plus, she'd told him to be cool and that she'd contact him on Monday, and he didn't want to blow it with her.