Text him and let him know you’ll “be busy”

You honestly never thought you’d be in a position to do this, but you decide the best bet is to send a message to your roommate, alerting him to the fact that you’re bringing a girl back and you need some privacy. You struggle to come up with some kind of coded phrase along the lines of the many Zack has sent you. You give up and just send the message, “Bringing a girl back to the room.”

You and Jana have only taken a few steps in the direction of your dorm when your phone vibrates with Zack’s response. The first one is a thumbs-up emoji. It is immediately followed by a series of questions about who she is, whether you have any nudes of her to share, and if she has a horny roommate who needs someone to keep her company.

You’ve got bigger things on your mind than answering your curious roommate’s questions. It takes you about five minutes to get to your dorm, and all the while you keep looking over your shoulder, wondering if anyone from the medical school is looking for you and whether there are any other side effects to this strange phenomenon.

You unlock the door to your room and tell Jana, “Come on in.” She obeys your instructions wordlessly. In fact, she hasn’t said a word since leaving the site of your collision at the medical school.

You follow Jana into your room. Only as you close the door do you realize the two of you are not alone. Zack is seated, cross-legged, on his bed. He is dressed only in a t-shirt and his boxers. Next to him is an open bag of pretzels. His face radiates excitement as he looks Jana over from head to toe.

“Zack! I told you I was bringing someone over!”

“I know,” he says, without taking his eyes off the cheerleader. “Thanks for the heads up; I had just enough time to grab a snack. Damn, Justin! For your first gal to bring back here, you scored a home run!”

“Why are you still here? I thought the whole point of the text message thing was for privacy.” You look at Jana. If she is aware that Zack is checking her out like a freshly caught salmon, she shows no emotion.

“Privacy?” Zack takes his eyes off the girl long enough to look at you and laugh. “Who cares about that? I just let you know that I’m about to bang a chick in case you want to come a watch. Hell, we might even be able to pull off a threesome!”

Ordinarily, the prospect of watching your hot roommate fuck a girl would be fuel for a long, satisfying round of masturbation. The prospect of joining in a threesome, where your body would regularly come in contact with his nakedness is something you hadn’t dared to fantasize about, even in your most hormone-fueled wet dreams. At the moment, you can’t spare time for thinking about either, because this is the moment Jana chooses to break her silence.

“Is this where you want me to blow you?” She asks the question as matter-of-factly as if she were a clerk at a fast food restaurant, inquiring about whether you’d like fries with your order.

A low whistle immediately followed by an appreciative, “Oh, shit!” escapes Zack’s mouth. You look at him and see he is reaching into the pretzels bag with one hand while grabbing at his crotch with the other.

“Listen, Zack... You don’t understand.... You see —“

Your abortive explanation stops when you feel the tug on your pants. Looking down, you see Jana on her knees in front of you, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans with a speed that tells you this is far from the first time she has done that task while in that position.

Despite the utter absurdity of the situation, you can’t help but feel a twitch between your legs as your cock shows its approval of Jana’s activities.

“Jana, not now. Please just go sit on my bed.”

The cheerleader instantly shifts gears and abandons her attempts to free your cock for what would unquestionably be a very satisfying blowjob. As she sits on your bed, awaiting further instructions, Zack’s mouth hangs open, revealing partially-chewed pretzel.

“What the fuck, dude?”

Your hands are trembling as you zip your pants back up. You look back and forth between Jana and Zack, trying to decide what to do.