Nobody is ready to sleep

With three of the four inside the room still a little tipsy from the game, neither of them were too keen on calling it a night just yet, even if the result of the game didn’t go their way.

“What sort of liquor you got stashed away in here?” Jackson said, boldly going through Miranda’s cupboard and desk draws.

“You’ll never find anything,” she lied.

He kept searching different places until he found a couple of bottles of straight inside her underwear draw, hiding under a pile of bras and panties.

“Oh yeah baby!” he exclaimed as he pulled a bottle of vodka out.

The look on her face indicated she was annoyed but since it was Jackson, who she had come to like, she didn’t want to get angry with him. She just shook her head instead, “Normally it’s safe there cause nobody goes through my panties draw.”

Mark thought the opposite, if anyone was ever to break into here, that would be the first place they would want to go to. He watched as Jackson took out a tiny light blue thong, stretching it between both fingers.

“Put that back!” the blonde said as she got up and playfully slapped Jackson in the chest.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave these alone if you do a few shots with us.”

She wasn’t impressed, “It’s Sunday night, we all have classes tomorrow, or did you forget?”

“So?” Jackson asked as if it meant nothing at all.

“Sooo I don’t want to be waking up with a bad headache dummy,” she said while poking him in the chest.

“What about for me Miranda?” Ali spoke up.

The blonde gave her a confused look, “What about you?”

“Just do it for me, it’s been a rough night,” Ali begged her.

They began taking a few shots straight from the bottle as they passed it around while they sat on the beds.

“Ugh,” Miranda moaned as she tried not to gag off a big sip of vodka.

They laughed at her reaction as Jackson took the bottle to have a drink himself, “At least you’re a better drinker than Mark.”

“Oh seriously? Come on, I’m not that bad of a drinker,” he snapped back.

“You certainly were before college when I knew you,” Jackson replied as he took a sip, “I guess you’ve changed, very popular with all the chicks somehow.”

To have a drunk Jackson unintentionally embarrass him in front of the two girls was annoying to say the least. But in some way it was a compliment to show how far he had come.

“Bit jealous Jackson?” Ali teased.

“Nah, look who I’m sitting next to, I think I win,” he said, referring to the busty blonde right next to him.

Maybe it was a sign of overconfidence due to the **** but Jackson was not afraid of getting on anyone’s nerves tonight. He had managed to pull off a threesome with both Ali and Tiffany over the holidays before he came to college but he hadn’t had much to do with the two since arriving here, spending a lot of his free time with Miranda.

It made Mark ponder about whether or not it would have upset Ali to hear him boast about the girl he was sitting next to.

“Is that genuine or is it just you trying to get something from me tonight?” Miranda cut in.

“Can’t it be both?” he said, making her giggle.

As they kept drinking, Jackson continued to dominate the flow of conversation, now asking some personal questions of everyone.

“I’ve got to know, have you and you ever done anything together over the last two years,” he asked, pointing back and fourth between Mark and Miranda.

Before he had a chance to say anything, Miranda answered first, “We did once or twice, almost two years ago. But we haven’t exactly gotten along fantastically since he cheated on Tiff.”

Mark rolled his eyes, not wanting to go over this again.

“Yo what the fuck dude,” Jackson exclaimed, “You were batting so far out of your league, what were you thinking???”

“It was complicated,” he said, playing it off.

Sensing how awkward things were getting, Ali tried to help Mark by getting them off-topic. The skinny blonde proposed they play a drinking truth or dare game, minus the truth section. It would stop anymore personal questions and

“Alright, so since I decided the game, I get to start,” she said, sitting crossed legged on top of her bed, “Miranda, dare you to let Mark choose one person from your phone to text whatever he wants to them.”

“Nope,” she said straight away.

“Oh come on,” Jackson said straight away, “Just play the game.”

She took a second to think about it, grabbing the bottle and skulling a decent amount of her vodka.

“Wow, that was a lot,” Mark said, noticing how much she was struggling to get it all down.

She shook her head, trying to keep it down, “Oh god, fine, have the phone.”

“Passcode?” Mark asked, holding her iphone stored in a bright pink case.

“1,2,3,4.”

Everyone laughed.

“You’re joking M? 1234?? What’s even the point of having a password,” Ali laughed.

“Well nobody ever gets a chance to hack into it cause it’s always on me, no matter what.”

Mark went through her contact list, he always let his jaw drop as he saw Winter’s name. Although they were friends a long time ago, he couldn’t believe that she never deleted her phone number.

Maybe there was a chance of forgiveness there.

He didn’t want to risk making things worse between them so he chose not to go there with this dare. Instead he searched for ‘Mom’ and sent a quick text to Miranda’s mother.

Mark passed her back the phone and let her read out the damage.

“Oh what the fuck!” she exclaimed, before reading it out loud.

“Hi mom, I’ve got good news, you’re about to be a grandmother! I’ve met this amazing boy Jackson and we’ve just found out today that I’m pregnant with his baby. Call me when you can xoxo.”

They all laughed, even Jackson who had been thrown into the dare by Mark.

He was started to tell that both girls were beginning to lose their senses due to ****. Miranda was beginning to sway on top of the bed while Ali was a lot drunker than what she was when they entered the bedroom. The 49ers super bowl loss now behind her.

“I dare you two girls to make out,” Mark said boldly.

Ali looked over at Miranda who flipped her long natural blonde hair back before getting off the bed and hopping on top of Ali. She full on straddled her lap as she grabbed her by the back of the head and brought her forward.

It even surprised Ali who tried to relax her legs as the unexpected weight of another sat on top of her. Ali grabbed onto the bustier girl’s ass, giving it a tiny bit of a squeeze while their mouths collided.

Both guys looked on in silence. Neither of them took a look at the other but they were both hard underneath their briefs. Miranda was clearly a lot more confident after a few shots, making out with her room mate.

The sounds of their sloppy kissing was the only sound to be heard as the two boys watched. This wasn’t any sort of kiss, it was a proper make out. The two went at it with a lot of tongue, almost as if they liked it just as much as doing it with a guy.

Struggling to hold her weight, Ali began falling backwards with the bustier blonde following her until she was laying on top.

They kept kissing passionately, Ali now even playing with Miranda’s hair. At the time, Mark would have given up his left nut just to see these two do this without the items of clothing.

Just as they started to think that there could be some form of pussy to pussy connection, Miranda broke the kiss.

“Okay, my turn!” Miranda announced as she got back up on her feet.

The blonde almost tripped over nothing as she made her way back to her bed. Holding onto Jackson’s shoulder for balance, she managed to crawl back on top of the bed, “Okay hun, time to get you involved.”

Jackson had a goofy smile on his face, he was certainly thinking the definition of ‘involved’ may have something to do with what just went down with the two girls.

“I dare you Jackson… to take off those tiny briefs and go for a stroll down to the common room and back,” she said, still holding onto his chiseled body.

He let his head drop forward, not impressed at first.

“You’re a piece of work,” he said, standing up, “You’re dead after this.”

Wasting no time at all, Jackson pulled down his underwear to reveal his entire naked self. Mark awkwardly turned his head to the side, not wanting to stare even for a second. For Ali, it was a bit of de ja vue. She eyed off his massive hard-on and thought about the time her and Tiffany took it on over the holidays.

As Jackson stormed towards the dorm, Miranda came rushing after him

“I’ll come with you to make sure you don’t chicken out,” she said before tripping over her own feet.

Jackson helped her back up before the two stumbled outside, leaving Mark and Ali alone in the dorm room.

“Jesus, I didn’t think she had drank that much since…”

Mark was cut off by Ali who straddled his lap. She went straight for his mouth, their lips touching almost instantly. He couldn’t believe how quick she was to get on top of him, he had to wonder how long she had been thinking about doing it.

She broke the kiss just for a second so she could whisper into his neck, “Forgive me, I’m so fucking horny right now…”

Forget forgiveness, Mark was thanking Ali for this.

Mark returned favour as he squeezed tightly on her heart shaped butt while Ali held Mark’s face as she kissed him. They wouldn’t have long before the other two were back so it wasn’t like they could do much but it didn’t bother him, as long as it had a bit of a piece of her ass.

It didn’t take long before Ali was grinding her covered pussy up against his cock. She created the tension, rubbing up against him, over and over again until she was virtually humping his lap.

Her mouth was getting just as busy as she moved down from his lips and to his neck.

As she grabbed a hold of Mark’s dick from the outside of his briefs, the door swung open again. A naked Jackson came running in with Miranda trying to keep up behind him, laughing as she ran.

“Ohh man,” he said as he realised what was happening on the bed, “Get a room you two.”

“We are in a room,” Mark said back, holding the back of Ali’s head as she sucked on his neck.

Miranda came up closer, smiling as she watched Ali calm herself down.

“You didn’t have to stop,” she said, sitting on top of Mark’s cousin.

They were at an interesting point of the game, it looked as if it was on the brink of turning into an all out sexual couple show. But still wanting to see where the game went, Jackson took his shot, calling out the girl on his lap.

“I told you I was getting you back and I’m a man of my word,” he said, with an arm wrapped around her waist, “I dare you to take out one of your special toys and give us a nice show before bed.”

“You bitch…” Miranda muttered.