The dorm leader wakes you both up, pounding on the door.

Sweet dreams are made of these. Her breasts, I mean. And I'm referring to your sweet dreams, not sweet dreams in general. Some sweet dreams are made of delicious candy and amusement park rides. Your's are about tits and an ass and a deliciously cute face with emerald eyes. My dreams are none of your concern.

All good things must come to an end. Your good thing comes to a smashing end. The door vibrates under the leader's meaty fist. ?Up, up, children!? He shouts, his voiced pitched like a songbird.

?What the fuck,? Jace swears. You'll happily stay in your spot on account of that log of a dick your sporting under your boxers. Jace marches toward the door. swings the door open.

?You see, you see,? you hear a voice hiss. ?The girl wears his clothes! I saw her last night in the hallway. She had this glow about her as she walked to the boy's room like the whore she is.?

?I see that.? The leader walks into the room and slides the shoulder strap back on Jace's shoulder. She slaps his hand away. The leader laughs. ?Good work, Manny. Keep up the good work.?

?By your command, Dorm Leader,? the voice, presumably Manny, says, and fades away.

?I believe an explanation is called for,? the leader says, looking at you. You quiver in fear of his steely gaze. Say something, you pansy.

?Since I am from the frozen tundras of Alaska,? Jace began, ?I only have flannel pajamas to wear and they don't agree to your California temperatures. I borrowed this jersey to keep cool.?

?But appearances, girl!? The leader clenched his fist. ?We can't have girls waltzing around a boys level, wearing a boy's things. It'll cause scandal! I won't stand for it.? Just as he finished, Jace grabbed the bottom the jersey and lifted it over her head. She wadded it up and threw it to your bunk. You don't have a good angle to look at her bare breasts, but the leader does and he is staring.

?That better?? she says with a slight giggle on her breath ?Now, get the fuck out before I file a sexual harassment complaint.?

The leader backed out, but before Jace slammed the door on him, he pointed a finger at his eye and pointed it at me. The point was clear. I would have to watch my back. ?Christ, the nerve of these people.? She turns toward you and her breasts are in full view. Perky and firm, with pink little nipples and light sprinkling of freckles.

?You told him,? you say as if you don't notice her nakedness.

?You sure weren't any help,? she winks at you and goes to her drawers for something to wear.

?Guys have a hard time taking me seriously in an argument when I have morning wood,? you say. That was brave. How will she react I wonder?

?Really?? She says, looking at you curiously. ?I bet this doesn't help, does it?? She sweeps her reddish brown locks from her breasts and takes one finger and traces the outline of a nipple, smiling at you wryly.

?Not really, no,? you say. Notice that your breath is quickening and your heart pounding. Calm down.

?Well, just so long as you're cool with it,? She says, turning back toward the drawers and drawing some jeans out. Her panties are crawling up the crack of her ass. You notice. ?I'm okay with nakedness around the room. We're officially adults now, and really I can't understand why anyone in this weather would want to wear clothes.?

You decide to take a chance and get up. Your erection poking out the crack of your boxers. You stretch, and Jace turns with a stack of clothes to look at you. For once, her eyes are wide at the sight of you. It's certainly a good thing you kept in decent shape this summer. Your efforts might be paid off in dividends. Your abs are firm. Your pecs aren't unnatural boulders like the leaders. Your arms are toned. Well done, you've kept your basketball shape.

?I didn't know you were such a looker,? Jace whistles.

?You ain't so bad yourself, darling,? you say.

?I think I might invite you to the showers,? Jace says, licking her lips.

?But how will we get past the dorm leader and his minions?? you ask.

?I think I have a plan,? she says.

And she does.