Working hard on Cassidy

“Come on Cas, one night, just a bit of fun,” he said, chasing her out of the south wing dance floor.

She was smiling, her arms crossed, still walking away from him. There was no doubt that she liked the attention that she was receiving. Picking up on that, Mark caught up to her and started being all feely touchy again. “What can I do to get you out of that skirt?” he asked slyly, using a couple of fingers to tickle her leg, underneath that black and white skirt.

Cassidy shrug him off but was now really struggling to stop herself from smiling. She bit down on her bottom lip hard.

Mark knew he had her where he wanted her, “We’re going to your dorm though, my new roommate’s got the flu and stuck inside all night,” she told him.

Mark straight away shook his head, “Can’t do mine either, it’s Saturday night and fucking Dirty Dale won’t leave the room because he’s on some online computer war game shit,” he told her.

Cassidy’s eyebrows raised, “Looks like you might not see what’s under the skirt tonight...”

Mark wasn’t having any of that, she grabbed her by the hand and took off towards the dorm rooms that were located in South Wing.

Without a real plan or anything, he led Cassidy to the rooms, looking for where he could find a spare bedroom to use. Most were locked or shut or currently being occupied but as they kept searching, they got lucky.

“Who’s room is this?” Cassidy asked as Mark entered.

“Ours now.”