Sunday Afternoon

Mark watched as many people from the Hall leave throughout the day, some getting on plane rides home, others doing it the long way, driving back home.

While in the common room, he noticed Matt coming down the stairs with all his belongings. He was walking down with another guy, someone pretty unfamiliar to him. They were probably driving back together.

He looked at Mark as he went past him, still remaining ice cold to him. At least he knew that while he was sober, Matt wouldn’t approach him and make a scene.

It was honestly a little awkward for the both of them as they crossed pathways. Earlier in the year, Mark and Matt had talked about driving back together since they were both from California.

With Cassidy conveniently living a state over, it would have worked almost too well for the three to drive together.

Thinking about that now almost made him laugh, the three of them in one car. Yeah right, he thought to himself.

After seeing more people leave, Mark found himself dozing off on one the couches. That was until he felt a big slap on his knee.

“Fuck, what the,” he said, waking up from his little unplanned nap.

There was Winter having a good laugh. “What are you? 65? Napping on the couch at 3PM?” she teased him.

“God, I don’t even know how I keep doing this, my sleeping pattern must be fucked,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

Winter had on a nice black singlet that exposed her impressive tits, a perfect black colour to match with her patterned black and white skirt.

“I’ve been trying to call you, I’m about to head out later tonight,” she started explaining, “Katie’s sleeping right now so she can drive some overnight hours.”

Mark got up from his seat to give her a nice hug, “Fuck I didn’t realise you were going tonight, was hoping to hang out together for a bit.”

She used her fake nails to scrape the sides of his body in their close-up hug. “Why don’t you give me something special to end on today?” Winter proposed.

There was no question about what she was hinting to. Mark nodded immediately, “Now? Let’s go,” he said confidently.

Winter beamed proudly, grabbing him by the hand and leading him back up stairs.

While getting to the top of the staircase, they made their way past Paul, the male RA who seemed to leave all of the work for Tiffany to do. “Yooo Mike, Winter, keep it real guys,” he said, sounding stoned.

As they passed him, Winter only just realised that he didn’t know Mark’s name, “Did he really just call you Mike?” she whispered to him.

“Ohhh yeah, he’s never known my name,” Mark said, not letting it bother him.

They kept on their way, heading straight for Winter’s dorm room. All it took was one look at her incredible cleavage to want to bend her over and fuck her to her breaking point.

As they arrived at her door, Winter fiddled with her key, trying to get inside the door. Very conveniently at that moment, around the corner came Miranda. The blonde beauty who had quickly become the arch rival of Winter also had her breasts pushed up and out, hers in a white singlet.

It was a little eerie, Winter dressed in black with her brunette hair, Miranda dressed in white with her blonde hair. Their incredible racks looked back at each other, just like their eyes did.

“Well well well, what are you’s up to this fine afternoon?” Miranda asked, stopping in front of them.

She waited for a response from either Mark or Winter. Not really knowing what to tell her, Mark remained quiet as Winter shocked them both.

“Oh we’re just about to go in here and fuck, honey,” Winter said so boldly, opening up her dorm door.

Miranda raised her eyebrows hearing that, watching the two pile in the room. She stayed quiet as they entered. Mark would feel a little more guilty but he was about to fuck Winter’s tight little pussy so nothing else mattered right now.