Nope

No. Not spin the bottle. What? 8 girls and 2 guys? Only one of whom was single?

No. But you played some hypothetical games like Shag, snog, marry. Which was funny- especially the teacher round because it was Mr Robbo, Mr Benz or Mr McCarthy

McCarthy fared worst- the debate was whether marrying him and enforcing a no physical contact rule was preferable to enduring a kiss and never having to see him again.

Most of the girls would fuck Mr Robbo and marry Mr Benz for the bantz but Lauren admitted Mr Benz kinda "flooded her gash" which made you and at least one more spit beer in astonishment!

Ange was getting rebellious and drinking more- even being the first to try the 'Duvel'which was about 9% abv. That and how tiny she was meant she was quickly accelerating into quite a drunken state. You'd promised to look after her and as the conversation went on, you were on her bed with her sitting cross-legged virtually in your lap. Lauren had noticed this but never seemed to look for long.

Awkwardly you were asked 'shag, kiss or marry' out of Lauren, Ange or Maddie. You knew the girls were taking the piss but suddenly felt the pressure that any hope of you getting anywhere rested on your answer to this question.

"Fuck! You're all to old for me- I choose Kaitlyn for all three!" Ange smacked you, Maddie protested it wasn't fair as Kaitlyn wasn't an option and Lauren smiled but gave you a quizzical look that was difficult to interpret. Kaitlyn was vamping it up a storm and everyone laughed.

After two or three beers, the girls stopped drinking: it was strong stuff and they could feel the effects setting in already. Maddie and Bryony became quite intrigued about your little musical number earlier:

"Anyway El, who was the girl you were singing to earlier?" Probed Bryony teasingly to general excited laughter.

"Yes Elliott! We were all very jealous! Where's our song?" Added Maddie in a fake-scandalised tone.

"Ah, no no. That was for Lily in my year..." you admitted. You noticed Lauren seemed disinterested, looking at her phone for the moment. "I found out she liked the same band as I do so I did one of their songs."

"She's very pretty." Courtney chimed in, her arm entwined with Curtis'. "Did you see her Curtis?" She asked, eyes narrowed in pretend jealousy. He ignored it and shrugged.

"Yeah she was alright. Really nice hair?" This was phrased as a question but immediately every girl in the room agreed.

"You should ask her out Elliott" encouraged Millie.

"Fuck off, he said he likes me!" Argued Kaitlyn, launching a pillow at Millie which was casually caught.

You felt you had to be really careful here; it wasn't ideal that this new circle of friends had become aware of Lily but it was hardly surprising given your public serenading of her an hour or so ago. Just how had you absolutely unwittingly manipulated yourself into this scenario of seemingly limitless potential?

You and Curtis split the last beer and carefully secured the empties in the various socks and underpants sets in the holdall. The girls found your system hilarious but Curtis argued it was genius. Everyone agreed you needed better boxers though, to your eternal shame.

You could hear Mrs Ashton knocking on various doors and sending students back to their allocated dorms and sat tight with Ange's head nuzzled into your chest with her eyes closed "I'm not asleep, I just don't want you to goooo!" She whined when asked if she was okay.

Her proximity and smell meant you had a monster erection to disguise in a moment when you did get up to leave. You hoped Ange stayed still a minute because if she inched backwards in your lap she'd be sitting right on it.

But no knock came. There was a commotion with some dorm upstairs, some lads on coach 2 it turned out, and with only your dorm unchecked, Miss Ashton hurried up to help Robbo and Benz deal with the situation.

"Oh my God! I think we've got away with one El!" Curtis fist-bumped you and you sheepishly shrugged. "I could use the holdall as a pillow if there's a spare blanket I guess?"

As you'd silently prayed, Ange pouted "No! Mine!" And snuggled closer, even planting a possessive peck on your cheek. Lauren was still on her phone and had seemed really off since the whole Lily topic had come up.

So the lights went out after a procession of teeth-brushing, makeup wipes, a lengthy carousel for the dorm's single toilet and a giddy and excited clambouring into bunks. Ange's bed was the bottom bunk with Sophie's above you. There was plenty of space with you against the wall and Ange curled beside you, you had the pillow and her head was rested on your bicep.

There was some idle banter and salacious chatter that you can't even remember now but by and by everyone dropped off to sleep. You couldn't yet though. You had a stonker of an erection and were just listening to the deep breathing of the tiny perfect Filipino girl literally sleeping with you. Well, you'd rather it was the figurative kind but the statement didn't sound bad either way.

You'd done away with the jean shorts, socks and shoes but kept your T-shirt on and of course the pair of less than quality boxers your penis was currently tenting. God, this was incredible, after ten minutes or so went by, you could hear soft kissing noises coming from Courtney's bed but a while later a whispered "no, not with, like, everyone here!" You smiled- couldn't blame Curtis for trying it on. Your boner had subsided a bit now at least and you rolled onto your side, spooning Ange gently without poking her with anything.

"Mmmmm" she mumbled and wriggled back into your embrace. She was still soundly asleep but had definitely responded to you. Your breath was shallow now and your heart absolutely thundering in your chest. You licked your lips which were dry with nerves and risked stroking Ange's upper arm with your right hand. She didn't react so you continued. Very softly, very slowly.

The boner was, of course, back in **** and you felt it nestling against her tiny shorts. "Ange?" You whispered but she didn't respond. You slid your hand down past her elbow under the sheet and found her exposed hip between the shorts and her little vest-top. Again, your body quivered with excitement and you felt her skin bristle at your touch.

Was this really happening? Was Ange into it? Was she ****? You should stop. There's no consent here. But you couldn't. Not now, she insisted you slept in her bed and she was the one who'd writhed close up against you. And if she even uttered a syllable of discontent you would stop. Of course.

Your fingertips made little circles around where her pelvis met her abdomen and you marvelled at the contrast between the firm hip bone and the tender softness of her smooth tummy. In the groove of this contour was a little valley and your middle finger slid along it and inside the waistband of her shorts. She fliclnched. But, if anything, she rolled into you, more onto her back as if giving you access.

This was incredible. Was she letting you touch her? In a room full of people? A hot Filipino dancer from the year above? What?

The inside of her hip joint was a little recess that raised on one side into her toned thigh muscle and on the other...

You gasped. You didn't mean to. You were terrified Ange would be brought to her senses and scream or something- but as your index and middle finger traced the outline of her exposed pubis, you wouldn't have been surprised if you'd ejaculated then and there.

And then she spread her legs for you.

There was no doubt about it. She was breathing in little excited gasps - through her nose so as not to give it away but clearly her little heart was racing with yours as your fingertips traversed her shaven little mound and made their way to her tingling folds. You rubbed lightly at them and heard her moan - more a stifled gasp expelled through her nostril but voiced enough to encourage you further.

She had her face turned to yours but her eyes tightly closed. You felt you could kiss her but again, didn't want to do anything that could break the magic when you were so close. On the fourth rub, her flaps seemed to fall away and your middle finger sank into her cunt.

She was absolutely sopping wet.

Her mouth opened as you digitally penetrated her and you couldn't help it this time, you closed your lips around hers. Her moan was muffled into yours then and, as far as you knew, nobody could hear her. The pretence was gone as she hungrily kissed you back. Her hips slowly bucking in rhythm to your ministrations.

You'd never done this before, of course, and marvelled at how warm and almost oily her juices lubricated her. You eased in a second finger now and you were gasping with your own desire into her mouth too. Your thumb rested at the apex of her opening where the flaps you'd fingered converged. She seemed to rub herself keenly against this idle digit and remembered that this was where her clitoris was (or should be... you guessed)

Sure enough, as soon as you started to rub her here, she was rocking her pussy in resistance to you in order to generate more friction. You were kissing passionately now and her hand deftly fished your cock out of the relieved boxers against which it had been fighting for liberation much of this latter part of the evening. You broke the kiss long enough to gasp "oh God" in her ear.

Her nubile little fingers felt incredible along your shaft as she crudely wanked you into oblivion. Her hot wet snatch was making audible squelching noises and Ange was mewling into your ear whilst jerking your tool with **** abandon. You had a thought and tried to yank her shorts down but she whispered "I'm not on anything. I'm sorry" you heard the pleading lilt in her voice and knew it was useless anyway. You weren't going to last another twenty seconds with how worked up you'd got.

You tried to think of anything to prolong this and remembered girls had tits too so with your hand that wasn't half submerged in teenage vagina, you reached under her vest and found two bullet-hard nipples though not really much breast tissue to speak of. In that moment though, you were so lustful that even these blackberries on an ironing board were the horniest little nubs you'd ever known.

Ange was cumming. The triple stimulus of being fingerfucked and the clitoral rubbing along with the nipples being fondled had her gyrating so hard your wrist ached.

And then you came.

Ange gasped, a sharp intake of breath as your seed shot across her tummy and sheets. She rode her own orgasm out as you slumped into her neck, breathing heavily.

She made no move to clean up or any comment. Cuddling into you and exchanging a last few tender kisses, you both fell asleep. Still a virgin but so much more a man.