The Dorm

You make your way back to the dorm room, images of you kneeling in front of Mrs. Juniper flashing through your head, but she couldn't possibly want what you think she wants, could she?

You shake the fantasy from your head, it won't do you any good to get worked up all over again. You run into Nala on the way back, and she looks at you hungrily. "Alex! I tested your-" she realises that you are standing directly in the middle of the hallway and she drags you by the arm into a classroom that is nearby, "I tested your sperm," you nod, a little worried about what she might have found out, "nothing's wrong with it at all, just my lesbian-brain not really knowing what a healthy pair o' balls looks like," she laughs, and you sigh a sigh of relief.

"So, uhm-", she starts, but you interrupt her, knowing what she's about to ask, "Nala... no". You turn to walk away and she puts her hand on your shoulder, quite aggressively. "Is that the game you want to play with me, Nala?" you say, now quite angry, and she realises that she really isn't in a position to ask anything of you. "I'm... so sorry, master" she begs, falling to her knees, trying to play to your weaknesses. "Nuh uh, not today." you say, holding strong and leaving the classroom, and Nala kneeling there, drooling from the side of her mouth.

You open the door to the room, content to just hit the sack, but you see an underwear-clad Lydia sitting in the windowsill, drinking from a bottle of... something clear, and smoking a cigarette (or at least what you assume is a cigarette). You sneak up behind her, hoping she hasn't seen your reflection. You greet her by putting your hand on her shoulder softly. "Lydia, I'm sorry," you start, "I was just trying to poke fun and... ingratiate myself with your friends I guess. I should have realised it would hurt you". Considering your lack of preparedness, that came out alright. Lydia turns and slurs through... almost a sentence. "Ffffuck you, Alex," you look at the bottle in her hand and see that it's almost empty. You slowly coax it out of her hand, and she lets go of it without much resistance, perhaps because she doesn't even notice. Lydia continues to berate you, at least you think that's what she's doing, it's hard to understand her, but you decide it's best to let her get it out, so you sit next to her in the windowsill and hug her softly. She begins to sob into your shoulder and you whisper into her ear, telling her you're sorry. Eventually she begins to burn out and just holds you tightly.

You let her rest on your for a second before you left her up and carry her to her bed; the only sounds she makes are little moans, presumably little bits of conversation from her dream, whatever it might be. You stroke the hair out of her face and kiss her forehead while pulling the blanket up over her very underdressed body. As you turn to leave, she reaches out her hand and pulls you back towards her. "Alex..." she whispers groggily, "sleep here tonight."