The journey home

It's only a ten-minute walk from the bar back to your room. Or at least, it would have been, under normal circumstances. Sam regained his composure pretty quickly, and is taking absolutely every opportunity to touch, tickle and kiss you while you try to pull him in the general direction of your dorm. The two off you attract some stares, especially when you yelp in response to him pinching your butt, but you don't care. In fact, you thrive on this stuff. Slightly out of breath and deeply horny, you finally arrive. As you insert the key, Sam presses you against the door and humps you. He hikes up your tiny little skirt, and you feel his bulge press against your panties. When you do manage to get the door open, you all but fall inside.

Sam is on you again before you even properly regain your balance. He turns you around and pulls you against him, finding your mouth with his. Normally, you'd like nothing better than to let this assertive, hot and - if that bulge was any indication - well-hung stud take you for a ride. But perhaps you should lay down some ground rules first, what with the GAME and all?