Run over to investigate

In your half-asleep state, you think fire alarm. You jump up out of bed and dart over to Mandy’s side of the room to check on her. You find her sitting on her bed, fully clothed, with a small silver bullet in her hand.

She immediately shoves it under her pillow. “I’m so sorry, the guy at the store told me it was a quiet one.”

You laugh with relief realizing nothing is wrong. “Wait, I thought you were too scared to go into one of those stores?”

“Well…umm…” Mandy trails off while still trying to turn the toy off under her pillow.

“Well, what?” you ask with a grin on your face.

“Well, it just been with our schedules, I don’t get much alone time… and well, I needed something to help me finish quicker than my fingers.”

You let out a little giggle. “Yeah, I get that. Maybe we can make a schedule for when the other person needs some along time” you suggest jokingly.

“Planning my masturbation doesn’t sound very hot to me.”

“Well, then, how about we just masturbate?”

“What?!” she replies turning red again.

“I mean, we’ve both already seen the other one get off, why not just do what come naturally.”

“I don’t know” she says hesitantly.

“Look, I promise to keep my hands to myself. And I won’t look over the barrier if I hear anything, deal?”

“So, you don’t want to see me pleasuring myself?” she asks sheepishly.

“Well, I mean, if you are okay with it, I am certainly not going to turn that down.” You can feel your dick pressing hard against your shorts.

“I can tell,” she giggles looking at the tent in your shorts.

She spreads her legs causing her skirt to rise up and giving you a good look at the rainbow stripped panties she is wearing.

You drop your shorts and immediately start stroking, as Mandy runs her fingers along the outline of her pussy, through her panties.

After all the tension and unintentional edging this morning, this site makes you lose control and you shoot rope after rope of jizz across your dorm room floor.

Suddenly there is pounding on the door. You both try to ignore it, but it’s not stopping. Finally, out of frustration, Mandy gets up and pokes her head out the door. The door opens to the other side of the room, so you take the opportunity to grab a towel and clean yourself up a bit.

“You won’t believe this, Mandy. I got an email about my class schedule apparently my pre…”

It’s Trish. And she is going at 90 mph again—this time about her class schedule.

When Mandy is finally able to get a word in, she asks, “how did you get my room number?”

“Oh, I called your mom,” Trish casually answers and pushes open the door to let herself in.

Mandy doesn’t know what to do, so she looks back at you. There is a look of terror on both your faces as you scramble to get your shorts on. Trish sees you just as you get them pulled up and goes silent.

Mandy breaks the silence. “Trish, this is you, my, uh, lab partner.”

Trish looks at you.

You shrug, “We’re in an experimental program... and, uh, we were...”

Trish raises an eyebrow, “...experimenting?”

Trish puts her hands on her hips. “And you tried telling us at camp you’ve never been with a boy,” a grin played around the corners of her mouth.

“Well…uhm…umm” Mandy stutters.

“Alright, I get it. I’ll just be going to go back to my dorm, and you can finish your... experiment.” As she heads out the door, she flashes Mandy a huge smile and points at her shoe that has a large bead of your seed dripping off the side.

When the door closes, Mandy kicks off her shoes in anger. “She had to barrage in! How embarrassing!” She sits back in the chair and hides her face in her hands. “I am so sorry. I feel bad for you too- I mean, you were kind of out there when she walked in...”