Your old university

“Have you got a place?” Charles asks, breaking the silence of the room.

“Yeah, I do. It’s-“

He cuts you off, his voice thick with laugher. “You don’t actually need to tell me lad. We’re all powerful, remember?”

You laugh nervously, your mind remaining unwavering from your desired location: your old university. You keep your thoughts locked on that one place, and as the minutes go by, you start to wonder exactly what’s supposed to happen.

“Um, Charles. What am I waiting for, exactly?”

But the man never responses. Instead, everything hits you at once. Sounds fill your ears, the smell of the outdoors hits your nostrils, and you feel something wooden pressed against your cheeks.

You blink, slowly allowing your eyes to adjust themselves to the daylight, as you start to realize you’re laying down on something rough. As you sit up, the world around you gradually makes itself known to you, and you realize exactly where you are.

Turns out you fell asleep on a wooden park bench on the university campus. In fact, you’re facing the exact dorm your girlfriend and her roommate live in. Groaning, you shake your head in an attempt to recall exactly how you got here, a memory of a man named Charles creeping its way into your mind.

Was that entire sequence true? Did some mythical “Doctor” really create your dream world? A world where relationships don’t exist, sex is a sign of closeness, and women are naturally submissive and respectful to men? You take a look around you, noticing countless students making their way to and from class, and nothing strikes you as out of place.

Briefly, you wonder if you dreamt the whole thing. But, if you did, how exactly did you end up asleep on this bench in the middle of the day?

Ignore the question, you rise to your feet and stretch. Seeing as you’re already on campus with nothing better to do, you figure might as well surprise Alice, your girlfriend of a little over a year. Making your way to her dorm, you glance at your watch, grinning as you realize it would be the perfect time to drop by as she’d just be wrapping up her study session with her professor.

Your first inkling that something might not be as it seems happens when you arrive before her dorm room. As you fumble in your pockets for the spare key she gave you, the silence of the hallway is broken by a deep groan.

“Fuck. Yes. Just like that!”

You pause. The sound came from Alice’s room.

And it was distinctively male.

Is Alice in there, cheating on you? While you’re not one for cuckold fantasies, you’re first thought jumps back to your weird dream instead of immediately getting angry.

If the thing with Charles and the Doctor truly happened, could you not have a girlfriend anymore? You’re about to knock and find out when you hear a soft sound of surprise next to you.

Turning, you find Alice’s roommate Charlotte standing next to you.

Charlotte was a tall one; easily a few inches taller than you, and she often dressed to show it off. Right now, she was wearing a small skirt that did nothing but expose her long, smooth legs. She matched it with a cute little buttoned up blouse that hinted at her ample bosom. Her auburn hair was tied in a long ponytail, and her cute little freckled face made her an easy place to rest your eyes.

Despite being Alice’s roommate, you always found Charlotte to be extremely attractive. In the past, she’d often catch you checking her out, giving you a small but innocent glare whenever she did. The girls had always trusted you around them. This time however, she didn’t glare back.

In fact… Is she blushing?

Still glancing at her face, you smile. “Hey Charlotte. How are you today?”

Unsurprised at seeing the girl here, you almost missed the small curtsey she did when you acknowledge her. In fact, the movement was so precise and instinctual that, despite you having never seen it, you almost paid no attention to it. You shake your head, thinking you imagined it.

Interestingly enough, she seems to relax at your words. “Hey John, I’m good! Just finished classes for the day.” She finished with a dismissive wave of her hand, her face still red.

Despite how she was currently behaving, the oddest thing about the conversation was that the girl had yet to maintain eye contact. Charlotte, being well over six feet tall, has always has an air of empowerment to her. Frankly, in the past, she’d always intimidated you a little, a by-product of both her height and how often she proudly kept your gaze. But now, her eyes actively avoided yours. In fact, she almost seemed nervous to be talking to you.

You were about to inquire about it when the voice from inside the girls’ room spoke out again.

“Oh yeah, here it comes!”

Turning back to Charlotte, you motion towards the door. “Is Alice having sex in there?”

If Charlotte was upset that you just accused her roommate of cheating on you, she didn’t show it. Instead, she shrugged. “I don’t think she is. She’s with her professor right now. And while they have gotten to know each other quite well these past months, I don’t think they’re at the stage where they’re having sex yet.”

Wait… what? That couldn’t possibly…

Charlotte continued unashamed. “In fact, I only just recently got comfortable being in my panties around him. So if anything, she’s giving him head right now.”