A visitor.

Lying on the carpeted floor of the girl’s dorm room, you catch your breath, and breath deeply as you and the two beauties recover from the exertions of your frenzied lovemaking. Ellen, having slid off of her bed, lies close beside you, her body pressed against your back. Amy is on her back, on the side opposite Ellen. Her wavy, red hair is spilled over her face, covering her eyes and the upper portion of her face. Her lips are pulled back in an open mouthed smile, and she gently traces the back of her hand over your stomach.

Eventually, you lose track of time, and the next several hours become a half conscious languid blur of passionate sex, punctuated by periods of rest and short naps. The room is filled with the musk of Ellen and Amy’s wet pussies, and the tang of perspiration from the three of you. The two coeds rest their heads on your shoulder, and Ellen whispers that she’s happy you decided to come visit her. Her nylon clad foot traces slowly over your ankle, up your shin, before stopping at your knee, and repeating the process in a slow sensuous manner. Amy nibbles and kisses your ear as you drift into unconsciousness.

Later, your hear three sharp raps on the door to the girl’s room. Opening your eyes, you glance over at the digital clock on Ellen's desk, it reads 9:12. Through the window you can see that night has fallen. Another, single knock on the door is heard followed by a sexy feminine voice. “Ellen, you home?” the girl says from the hallway. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your reach over Ellen, and pull the comforter off of her bed, and spread it over Ellen, Amy and yourself, covering your naked bodies.

Two more knocks, a bit more insistent are heard and you hear a different girl say “Maybe they went to bed early.” The first girl giggles and replies that there’s no way Amy would be asleep before midnight. “Yeah, okay.” the other girl responds. Ellen stirs and sits up, pulling the comforter up to cover her breasts.

“Ellen, if you’re there, I have some news you really should hear.” the girly girl says.

Without moving from her place beside you, Amy whispers to Ellen, asking her whether she’s going to answer the door or not.