Small changes in the morning

Peter woke up early, strange for a Saturday morning. He felt a few things, in order:

Firstly, he felt great. For some reason he felt energized, and...in control of his body. Normally, waking up was a groggy affair alternating between dozing, scrolling through his phone, and feeling sorry for himself. Today, he just woke up, and was awake. Cool!

Secondly, he felt hungry. His alertly-awake body immediately wanted eggs, bacon, and other forms of protein. Peter resolved to get to the dining hall for breakfast, which he normally missed.

Finally, he felt horny. He had vivid sex dreams -- cumming all over Miranda's face, or shooting a massive load into her body until it started leaking out around his climaxing rod, even a scene of that little Vietnamese girlfriend of hers impaled on his dick, held entirely in the air just by that tool.

He wanted to get up, but his morning wood made things awkward. His roommate had apparently stumbled home at some point last night and was snoring lightly on the other side of the room, but he still didn't want to be up and about with his larger-than-normal boner bobbing about. He thought about chess openings for a while and eventually it went down to a halfie, which was gonna have to do. He pulled his pants on, tucking his semi-hard member down one leg, and headed to the dining hall.

Miranda woke up early, strange for a Saturday morning. She didn't feel like she normally did.

Firstly, she felt great. Normally the weekend meant heavy drinking and staying up late. Being up early, no hint of a hangover, with the morning light filtering in through the blinds was energizing. She felt a spring in her step, and her vision had kept its odd clarity from the previous night.

Secondly, she wasn't as hungry as normal. Miranda kept a strict diet to maintain her figure, and was used to just permanently feeling kind of hungry. She figured she'd still get her routine weekend breakfast of fruit and granola, but there wasn't the normal dull pangs in her stomach.

Finally, she felt annoyingly horny. Her first thought when waking up was of the smell of Peter Wang's cum. She could somehow feel the absence of it. Like, her nose was expecting to have some of that ambrosial semen right in front of her, and the not-smelling of it left a very noticeable impression on her brain.

She got up. Trinh's bedroom door was still open, and her shoes weren't by the front door, so she probably found somebody to take her home yesterday. Maybe that guy who'd been dancing with her, but Trinh had also been flirting with that little blonde ditz with the obviously-fake tits. Maybe both -- her pixie-like roommate was definitely embracing the college lifestyle.

She pulled on sweatpants and a loose tank top. Ugh, I don't feel like wearing a bra this early in the morning, she thought to herself. Let me just throw on my hoodie.

It wasn't clear if Miranda had actually forgotten that it was covered in Peter's cum last night, or if that was just a convenient excuse, but the moment she grabbed it she couldn't help but bury her nose in it again and take another big sniff. Her brown eyes rolled up in the back of her head. Even stale and faded, the smell of it made her feel...complete, in a way. Unbeknownst to her, each breath was gently re-wiring her brain to need his cum more and more. She stood there in her bedroom, taking several deep huffs of it before she felt sated and regained some control.

Looking at it, the hoodie didn't actually look too bad. A lot of the stains were on the inside. Feeling naughty, she decided to wear it anyway. She could still smell it faintly, but it wasn't the headrush she'd just had.

Okay, let me get breakfast, then I'm gonna find Peter and figure out what the hell is going on, she decided. The slender Korean-American coed wriggled her toes into some flip-flops, and headed for the dining hall.

Writer's note: I keep trying to just write mindless sex but...exposition keeps happening! Sorry about that. Hopefully the build-up is worth it!