No

"Not tonight, Allie. You'll be okay."

I did at least slip off her shoes, revealing a very cute pair of socks, as she nestled into a comfortable position on the bed and closed her eyes.

"Sam?" she half-whispered as I turned away.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. You're a great person. I like you."

"I quite like you too," I replied, leaving her keycard on the side as I slipped out of her bedroom and, finding the communal area deserted, into my own.

As soon as I made it to my own bedroom, I slipped my hand down the front of my underwear, running my fingers lightly over the coarseness of my pubic hair and slowly down my mound, teasing myself a little. But it had been a very stimulating evening, and I couldn't wait any more. I gasped out loud as my fingers made contact with my swollen clit and felt for the first time the warmth radiating from my pussy.

Fuck, I was gagging for it, thinking about copping a feel of Allie's sexy tits, Laura's pierced left nipple, and Emily's vague same-sex sexual experience (which in my imagination was her masturbating to lesbian porn; for some reason I'd have to unpack in the morning, I found that very hot). But my mind kept returning to the hot blonde in the window.

I stepped over to the curtains and pulled open a small gap to peek through, but the window that haunted me was covered by an opaque blind. Disappointed, I collapsed into my desk chair and shuffled my jeans and underwear down to allow easier access. I slipped the tip of my middle finger into the wetness to lubricate it slightly, then returned to work on my clit, taking my other hand to my breast over my t-shirt and bra. I scrunched up my eyes as I thought about the mysterious girl's plump breasts and taut, toned stomach. I imagined what the rest of her might look like – long, smooth, athletic legs and a tight little bottom – and what she would taste like. I pictured her with strong thighs either side of my head, riding my face as I hungrily licked her pussy.

Meanwhile, in real life, my fingers attacked my clit in fast, twitching circles. My hand was inside my bra now, kneading my breast in a way that straddled the line between pain and pleasure, my rock-hard nipple pressing lightly against my palm. This wasn't the sensual display you put on for a partner or see in porn - this was an overwhelming, animalistic need to get off. And I did. Hard. I almost bent double as I came, my face contorted into a frozen gasp as my hips bucked. As hard as I tried to be quiet, I definitely squeaked.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I flopped back into the chair to catch my breath and curiously brought my sticky fingers to my lips. I tasted salty and slightly metallic, neither pleasant nor entirely unpleasant. I'd normally go again at this point, but I felt completely spent. Instead, I cleaned myself up, stripped off and headed to bed, sleeping soundly in my post-orgasmic haze until morning.