Set a trap for them both.

You had fantasized about getting with either of the girls since you moved in, and on your lonely internet binges you came up with vague, half-formed fantasies of eating either of them alive with your cock. Now that the possibility of actually having your way with both of them was on the table you felt a predatory pride that demanded you scrap all those feeble machinations and invest the proper time to make this a truly momentous occasion to celebrate your newfound purpose in this world as an apex predator! But how to go about doing it? You'd tried for months of flirting to no avail and even heard both Kimmy and Allison talking in the hall about how ugly and clueless you were. The very memory of it made your blood boil and your twelve inch cock flex and throb with vengeful hunger. At that moment Allison stuck her head around the corner and of the kitchen, startling you from your contemplative plotting.

"Hey, have you seen Claire around today? She was supposed to text us if we were going to do anything tonight but I haven't heard from her."

Your face instinctually reddened despite your new found prowess at being caught by the very girl you were maliciously musing over, and you were deeply thankful for the peninsula counter in the kitchen that blocked your lower half from view and contained the obscene bulge that was your new scepter of sadistic satisfaction! It took a deal of concentration to come up with a convincing lie on the fly, knowing the truth wouldn't do to tell. You were decently sure you didn't yet have the aura of sex appeal and dashing bravado to openly state, "I ate her alive with my dick, digested her into jizz, filled the tub with and then took a hot soak in her remains, and you're next on my menu!" After a couple seconds of stammering, saying your first ever victim's name aloud and trying not to look like you were relishing a secret, inspiration struck.

"Claire? Claire... OH! Y-yeah! She said something about going to see her boyfriend. Seymour? Cedric?"

Allison let out an exasperated groan, "UGH, Sebastian? Figures the head cheerleader would be fucking the quarterback... Did she say when she was going to be back?"

"I think she said she'd be home around..." It was here that you sneaked a quick glance at the clock in the kitchen to give yourself time to plan. If it was 3:36pm now... "5:30 to 6:00? But I honestly don't remember. I could try calling her for you, if you want."

"No, no, just, if for some reason you hear from her, let me and Kimmy know, okay?"

A swirl of auburn hair and soft footfalls, followed by a door opening then shutting marked Allison's return to her room, leaving you standing in the kitchen with a deadline to meet and a plan in mind... Knowing that Ally and Kimmy usually kept to themselves for about 20-30 minutes after getting home to update their socials, unpack their bags, and do whatever else they usually did while ignoring you, you took as quiet of steps as you could towards your room and what used to be Claire's. Thankfully the door to Claire's room was already open, left that way in your haste to get to the tub! Slipping sideways through the gap between door and frame, careful not to make any noise, and looked around your prey's room, wondering what would be of use, and where she kept her important things. And then the memories absorbed from Claire herself came back to mind, and with a cocky smirk and a sway to your hips you walked through her room knowing exactly where she kept her possessions. In no time you found her makeup bag, her "Juicy" sweatpants, her favorite slutty shirt, and a large male letterman jacket that clearly belonged to Sebastian. Another purposeful search of her night stand yielded her phone, keys to her convertible, and her LV purse.

"That should be enough to fool these two." You thought to yourself as your balls ached hungrily at the sight of all your first prey's earthly possessions, her personality and her obsessions, and that which she defined herself by, and suppressing the primal drive to devour it all with your cock and churn Claire's college legacy into your cum to dispose of, just like the girl in the tub... THE TUB!!

Startled out of your lustful hunger you panicked and quickly moved into your room. You threw all of Claire's pilfered belongings into your open, and thankfully empty, backpack, stuffing it full to the brim and zipping it closed. Contraband secured, you then crammed the bag into the back of your closet, knowing neither of your roommates would look there even if they had a reason to. Then you grabbed your robe and a towel and darted into the bathroom, getting into the door just as Kimmy emerged from her room in similar attire.

"Oh come on! You had ALL DAY! Why'd you wait to shower until now?!" She barked at you.

"Hey, if you don't want me to shower, I'll go au natural for you!" You taunted, knowing it would annoy her.

"YUCK! No... just... Be quick and don't use all the hot water!" Kimmy returned to her room in a huff.

Alone now in the bathroom you were faced with another conundrum; how could you empty the tub without it being conspicuous, and what would you do about the scent of cum lingering in the room?