Quiet Saturday

After the events of last night, Mark was looking to have a much more chill day. No drama Saturday, he was calling it.

It was about late afternoon that Mark found himself in the main common room inside East Hall. There wasn’t a whole lot happening, most people here were drinking heavily the night before and were still suffering the consequences of that now.

Sitting on the leather couch, he watched as people pass him, coming in and out of East Hall. He couldn’t help but stare helplessly into Winter’s eyes as she headed out. She was dressed up very nicely, clearly going out somewhere, most likely off campus. A light baby blue dress which was covered with a jacket for the cold weather. Mark knew that she probably had plenty of cleavage on offer underneath that jacket.

She politely smiled at him as she left the common room. God he wouldn’t have minded fucking her today. He wished he could have a go at her big tits.

It was just too soon though. He’d only just gotten back to a good spot with her where they had a chance to start their friendship up again. It had to come before the sex.

Not long after Winter left, Mark started to move around, speaking to different people here and there when he could.

Most students in East Hall started to drink again once the sun went down. They didn’t want to waste a Saturday night not drinking, determined to get over their hangovers by extending it out another full day with a bender.

The biggest surprise of the night may have been seeing Dirty Dale leave the dorm room and actually have a drink. Seeing him in the corner of the common room, Mark thought he’d do the right thing and speak to him.

“No video games tonight?” he asked him, smirking.

“I actually have an important online game later tonight,” he pointed out, “So I will only have one drink.”

Mark shook his head, “What, does that mean another night for me not being able to bring a girl back to the dorm room?”

Dale didn’t really know how to answer, he was clearly very shy when it came to women. It was something that Mark could easily sense about him, it was more than obvious.

“Never mind, it’s fine, if I get lucky with someone tonight, I’ll go to their room,” he told him.

Mark spoke with Dale a little longer before moving on again. He soon realised that he probably wouldn’t have to worry about where he would go if he got lucky. It was one of those nights where the girls just weren’t coming to him. They all seemed to be paired of with others, missing in action tonight or completely impossible to get with currently like Miranda.

It was late, about two in the morning, that’s when Mark was ready to pull a pin on the night and head to bed. He was dozing off on the couch, intentionally perving on the busty blonde Miranda who was across the room, chatting some guy up. Her big tits were pushed up firmly together in a black singlet.

Mark started to wish she didn’t hate him so much, just so he could touch those beauties again.

While dreaming of motor boating Miranda, in walked two people who were about to start a big altercation.

Walking through the front doors was Winter and Bryce.

Together? Bryce had his arm wrapped around her neck, both giggling, very drunk.

Mark looked at them a little in shock to see them together, somewhat jealous himself. Across the room, Miranda did the same thing. However she wasn’t a little jealous, she was raging. If her eyes could kill someone, both Bryce and Winter would be dead.

What the hell was going on here??