Grab a shower

You feel satiated and happy — not to mention sweaty and smelling like sex. As tempting as the prospect of relaxing until dinner sounds to you, you decide it would be best to grab a shower before you eat. You crawl out of bed, grab your clothes off the floor, and make your way to your bedroom.

You have yet to unpack your things. Fortunately, your bathroom is already stocked with soap, shampoo, and towels. You turn on the shower and step under the warm, relaxing jet of water.

As you scrub the mixture of sweat, semen, and pussy juices from your body, you reflect on the roller coaster of a day that you have had. Little did you expect when you woke up this morning that you would nearly get expelled by hatching a scheme to deprive a nympho of her medication and get her room assignment switched to be next to you. Not only did you not get in trouble, but you landed yourself a job with the nurse with the added bonus of a much-nicer place to live.

And then there’s the sex.

Despite the workout of the past half hour, your cock begins to come to life as you ponder what it’s going to be like living under the same roof as a hot cougar who seems to be just as much of a nympho as the classmate who originally caught your attention. If she couldn’t keep her hands off of you for ten minutes after walking through the door, what is the rest of the year going to look like? Are you even going to have time for your studies if Nurse Nancy has to jump your bones several times a day? You wonder if you should even bother unpacking your things if you never get a chance to sleep in your bed.

Your erotic reverie is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. You feel an instant wave of disappointment. Your hopes for an after-dinner repeat performance won’t be helped by an unexpected visitor. You quickly rinse the soap off your body, shut off the water, and step out of the shower.

You can hear Nancy speaking with someone — probably a guy. The sounds are too muffled to make out the words.

You open the cabinets to get a clean towel. To your surprise, you see that in addition to towels, the cabinet is stocked with shaving cream, disposable razors, and men’s deodorant. You find that to be particularly convenient, since you haven’t unpacked your bathroom items yet. At the same time, it seems a bit odd that Nancy would have such things, since she lives by herself.

“She probably keeps them on hand for when she has a guy spend the night,” you speculate. “Or maybe she has a brother who visits from time to time.”

You slip on clean boxer briefs, a pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt. You run a comb through your hair. After one last look in the mirror to make sure you won’t embarass yourself, you leave the bathroom.

As you step into your bedroom, you hear the front door close. By the time you make your way out to the kitchen, there is no one around except for Nancy. You hear a car start up. When you look toward the front window, you see the headlights of a car as it backs out of the driveway.

Nancy is humming happily. She is dressed in the robe that she grabbed as she left you in the bedroom. You are somewhat surprised that she would answer the door while dressed in something that revealing. It barely reaches beyond her upper thigh. Even when it is tightly drawn closed, the open area at her chest gives more than a hint of her exquisite tits. Her cheeks have the same rosy glow that they exhibited immediately after she drained your balls.

She looks up at you and smiles. “Look at you! All clean and fresh and….” Her eyes rove hungrily over your body, and she licks her lips before adding, “delicious!”

You feel your heart speed up. This woman seems to have an even more powerful libido than you do, and it seems like all you ever think about is sex!

Your stomach rumbles unexpectedly at that moment, as if to say, “Hey, Buster… If you’re going to go for another romp between the sheets, you might want to fuel up first!”

Nancy hears the sound and laughs. “But of course you’re hungry. College boys! There are two things they always wants to do. Sometimes I wonder if eating is the priority over the other.”

“Again with the ‘college boys’ thing,” you think. She seems to have a particular fascination with that demographic. You’re glad that you fall within that category.

You look around in the kitchen and see no evidence of anything being prepared, despite the fact that she supposedly left the bedroom for that purpose. That’s when you remember the sound of the doorbell.

“Was there someone at the door?” you ask.

“Yes,” she responds, turning her attention to the kitchen. She opens the refrigerator and bends down to inspect its contents. As she does, the robe lifts in the back, exposing her ass in full. “It was just a friend, wanting to visit for a bit. I told him this wasn’t a good time. I didn’t want to overwhelm you on your first night here.”

If you hadn’t been so focused on the sight of her ass, you might have picked up on the peculiar way she mentioned ‘overwhelming’ you. Even so, you did clue in on the fact that the ‘friend’ was male.

“Your boyfriend?” you ask. You try to ask casually and not make it sound as if you are jealous — or worried that you’re going to get clobbered for banging another guy’s woman.

Nancy laughs. Apparently not finding anything of interest in the refrigerator, she stands, tugs at the bottom of her robe, and turns to face you. “No… No boyfriend, Connor. You might even know him — Dylan Sanders. He’s another college boy.”

A little alarm begins to go off in the back of your head. The way she said Dylan’s name — particularly when she said “college boy” sounded pretty loaded. You’d swear there was an extra gleam in her eyes, as well.

Before you can consider this further, she says, “You know what? I don’t really feel like cooking anything. What do you say about ordering pizza?” Without waiting for an answer, she reaches for the phone and punches in some numbers. She looks up and asks, “Any preferences? I have a particular fondness for sausage.” There’s no mistaking the innuendo. Her eyes zero in on your crotch, and her tongue slowly circles her lips.

You nod dumbly. If she had asked if you would like broken glass on your pizza, you would have agreed under the circumstances.

Nancy places the order. After hanging up, she looks at the clock and says, “It will be here in about thirty minutes.”

You try to think up something suave to say, but Nancy unties the strap around her midsection, allowing her robe to fall open. You are fixated on the glorious sight as she steps toward you and says, “Let’s fuck until it gets here.”