Scope out the dorms

You pull up your pants and fasten them into place. With some hurried words to Charlie, you excuse yourself and begin heading towards the entrance to the cafeteria.

"Thanks again, John! But if this thing needs to be repaired because of all that juice I'm coming to you with the bill." Charlie calls out after you, half-joking and flashing you a thumbs-up. Absentmindedly, you return it and finally reach the doors leading outside. When the afternoon sun hits your face you reflect how much _warmer _it is -- how much more _alive _you feel in this moment than at any time in your past; this is truly the world for you, and today has only been the very tip of the iceberg. The party that Leo mentions seems like it will be a good test of your new role in the world, but there's preparation to be done if you don't want to show up looking like a slob and reeking of cum, pussy, and ass. Maybe people here are used to that from you, but you still hang on to a bit of decency from your old life. Maybe that will fade away soon, as you can already feel your inhibition fleeing from you.

You resolve to head to your old dorm. If you remember correctly, your roommate Alan should still be here on campus as he was a freshmen when he moved in during your final year. He was a great guy and fun to hang out with, if a bit unlucky with the ladies due to his nerdier lifestyle. You swear the guy seemed to care for little else than gaming, watching anime, and programming. But, surprisingly, he has a great sense of style and always dressed impeccably whenever he ventured out into any social gathering (though this wasn't very often). It's been a while since you said your goodbyes and left campus, but if he's still in your old room he might be persuaded to lend you something to wear to the party tonight, and if he's **** you can always bribe him by offering to buy him a game on Steam or something.

The walk from the cafeteria to Alan's dorm building is one you took often over your years here, and you find your feet know the way instinctually. What is different this time, of course, is obvious. During your walk your eyes feel like they'll pop out of your head with how often they flick and turn to observe the girls walking past or standing with their friends, totally bare from the waist down. A few smile and wave as you pass, though none of them seem familiar to you. A short goth girl in a black hoodie and matching kneesocks even turns to wave and call out to you.

"Hi, John; long time no see!" You smile awkwardly and are content to merely return the wave until she breaks from the group she's with and begins walking alongside you. You don't slow your stride and turn to her as you both walk.

"Hey there; it has been a long time, hasn't it?" You hope this is vague enough of a response not to give up the fact that you don't recognize her whatsoever, but she must be much more intelligent than you give her credit for, as her eyes twinkle with mischief and she lets out an easy chuckle.

"You don't remember me at all, do you, lover boy?" Another laugh escapes her lips and she increases her pace until she stands in front of you, then stops with her hands on her smooth, exposed hips, her head cocked ever-so-slightly to the side and an amused smile gracing her features. Naturally, you stop and grin sheepishly at her, the game given up.

"It's okay, I understand," she begins, "you see so many girls and hardly ever share a word with them while you're fucking them into oblivion, so you get this one free pass -- but from now on I expect you to at least recognize me. It's Gwen, remember? From the bookstore? Physics?" Suddenly something ignites in your mind and you vaguely remember a trip you took a few years ago to a used bookstore just off-campus in search of a cheaper copy of a textbook for one of your classes. The girl behind the counter had been intimidatingly hot, and you'd tripped over your words trying to explain to her that you needed a physics book. She'd helped you out and you were this close to asking for her number, but your nerves had gotten the better of you that day. But that had been so long ago, and was so brief an interaction -- certainly Gwen wouldn't remember that, unless, somehow, in this reality things went differently.

"Of course, yeah, you worked there, right?" Your embarrassment mounts as you recall the way you had stammered when you approached the counter she was behind.

"Exactly! I knew you'd remember me, John. I certainly remember you. I got you that book on physics, but you showed me quite a few forces of your own." Gwen giggles at her own joke, then does something which shocks and arouses you in equal measure. She pulls up the hem of her baggy hoodie, exposing a mouth-wateringly taut belly and does a little twirl for you. In her rotations you appreciate her pale skin, smooth and white as porcelain, her thick ass, and the wild black bush concealing her pussy-lips from your gaze. Her skin's contrast with her hoodie and socks, which run down to a pair of black sand-shoes, makes your instinct cry out to grab her right then and there, but you hold back for now, letting her take the reins on this encounter.

She speaks as she turns. "And I know you remember all this. Why didn't you ever visit me again?" Her rotation ended, she lets her hoody drop over her tummy but minds not at all as your eyes linger on the thatch of hair between her thighs, fantasizing about what's beneath and wondering which holes, if any, you'd already plundered in this universe.

"I didn't need any more books. But now I regret not stopping by for a quick visit." You smirk at her and begin walking in the direction of the dorm where Alan hopefully still resides.

'Well," she happily chirps, following alongside you all the while and making no indication of any intention to let you get away so easily, "mind if I walk with you, lover boy? I don't have much to do for the rest of the day and I'm kind of bored."

'Sure," you offer, and tilt your head to smile at Gwen, "but I had no idea you attended school here. Why didn't I ever see you on campus?"

"Well I was only eighteen at the time and I took a couple of years off after high school to work in the bookstore with my folks. They own it. But now," she sighs, sounding almost wistful, "I'm here, going for a degree in history. I have to say I was kind of disappointed when I couldn't find you on campus after my orientation."

You beam, amused by the fact that this girl had apparently been crushing on you for quite a while, enough even to recognize you after years. Maybe the fact that you'd fucked her had something to do with that, but you resolve to ask, curious just how casual a conversation topic your fucking of random girls actually is.

"Well, Gwen, maybe you just weren't that good of a fuck. Remind me what we did again?" You say in obvious jest, and Gwen punches your arm but laughs all the same.

"You ass! Don't tell me you don't remember sliding that big thing between my ass-cheeks and humping me against the counter. You used my butt to cum like three times in a row. I was surprised you didn't want to stick it in after all that, but I thought it was kind of sweet that you liked my booty so much."

Fucking jackpot. You sneak a sidelong peek at Gwen's ass as she walks and don't blame your past self for using it for a buttjob. Gwen may be small but her perfect butt is anything but little. Its flawless surface doesn't jiggle overmuch as she walks, but does bounce and give in a way which begs you to give it a feel and imagine how it would be to slide your cock between those cheeks one more time. You wonder if that thing is a product of exercise or genetics. Considering how tight her tummy is, maybe it's a bit of both. Curiosity getting the better of you, you reach out a hand and begin kneading a soft cheek as you and Gwen get ever nearer to your destination.

"Mmm," she purrs like a kitten, "there's the John I remember."

Gwen's ass is peerless, its texture providing the perfect amount of softness and resistance to your lecherous grip. Fuck, she has a nice body under all that black. Your squeezing and kneading becomes more insistent, and with each escalation of **** Gwen lets out deeper and more lewd moans. Before long, however, you both arrive in front of your old dorm building, and you turn to Gwen, about to say goodbye.

"Wait, John...there's something I want to say."

Your curiosity piqued, you let Gwen continue.

"I, uhh...I remembered you because that day in the bookstore I wanted to ask you out but couldn't work up the courage. I've kicked myself for that for the past few years and thought I'd never get the chance to fix that mistake. But now..." She trails off, her sentence dying in the air between you, and looks into your eyes. For the first time you really examine her face. Her lips are painted charcoal, set exquisitely in a face made nearly bone-white with makeup. Her blue eyes are framed by long lashes and thickly-applied eyeshadow. That charcoal mouth quirks up into a timid smile.

You begin where she seems unable to continue, "Gwen, I'd love your phone number if you'd give it to me. And, in fact, if you're not busy tonight, there's this party going on and --"

You're unable to finish your thought before Gwen replies, in a squeal, "Yes! When can you pick me up?"

You let her know that you don't exactly have the time for the party yet, but that you'll text it to her once you find out from Abby, Leo, or Mirriam. In delight she snatches your phone from you and quickly puts in her number, naming her contact 'Gwen ❤️' and snapping a quick selfie to set as her icon. You both wish each other goodbye and she departs, sneaking a few glances over her shoulder at you as she walks away, not surprised at all that your eyes are glued to that fabulous ass until she rounds a corner and is out of sight.