What the hell?

John sprang out of bed and raced to the front door. It sounded like a glass factory exploded. He didn't pause as he threw open the front door. And he really wasn't prepared for what he found.

A young lady, on her hands and knees, quietly crying. He couldn't see her face, as her hair hung down, but it wasn't hard to figure out what happened. The ruptured box of dinnerware and the trail of broken glass and ceramic told that story. She had tripped on the top step.

"Hey, Hey! Are you ok?" John asked. He quickly put an old shoe in front of the door so it wouldn't lock and close. Then he hugged the wall so he didn't cut his feet, reaching the girl. "Are you ok? " he asked again, looking for wounds or blood.

She sniffed. "I'm fine. Just pissed." she said, brushing her long brown hair to the side and then leaning back to survey the damage. "Fuck, that's all the plates and shit we have." She wiped away a tear angily.

"Look, this is no big deal, as long as you aren't hurt. Let me help with cleaning this up."

She looked up at him. "Really? Ok, thanks. But can you do me a favor first?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Can you put on some pants?"

John became acutely aware of his current state of dress. Just a pair of his ratty sleeping boxers, and the pee-flap didn't close half the time. "Oh, Shit! Um yeah, give me a minute." He awkwardly covered himself up and made a quick retreat back to his apartment.

It only took a few minutes to clean up the spill. John got his vacuum as well to get any glass or ceramic shards left in the hall carpet. During that time, he found out her name was Stacy Campbell, freshman, going to Pinehurst University nearby. She had 2 roommates coming in tomorrow to share rent and expenses. And she was double majoring in Poli Sci and Business.

"Wow, so shooting for POTUS?" John said.

She smiled warmly as she dipped her head shyly. "Maybe, haven't decided."

John also took note of her every time he had a chance. Long brown hair, with brown eyes to match. She was young, but had lost most of the baby fat. Her hoodie and sweatpants weren't the most glamorous or revealing of outfits. But he could tell, plenty of curves right where they needed to be

He helped her with the remaining boxes and the few pieces of furniture. Definitely a college student's first apartment. John went back to his apartment and brought back paper plates and cups. "Here, take these to get you by."

"Wow. My sister was totally wrong about New Yorkers."

"Ehh, fuggedboutit." John said, "But to be honest, this Samaritan thing is not the usual."

"I figured." she said, looking at the stacks of boxes. "well, time to get this mess unpacked."

John took the hint. "Ok, well just knock if you need me. Nice to meet you Stacy," he said, leaving her to her work.

John spent most of the day cleaning his own apartment and working on some projects he'd emailed to himself. It was a quiet day, and he loved it. He had just settled down that evening with a bottle of wine, and began hunting for a show on Netflix, when he heard a soft knock on his door. As no one had buzzed him on the intercom, he figured it was his neighbor.

"Hey Stacy! What's up?" he said, greeting her.

She was holding a large pizza box. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me this morning."

"Oh, don't worry about it. Shit happens." he said.

"No! Really, I appreciate it. I am just wound up right now, with a new school, new state, a new roommate. I just had a tantrum when I dropped the box. You were a big help."

John smiled and held the door open. "You're welcome. Come on in! I was just trying to find something to watch."

She sat the pizza down on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch. John went to the kitchen. "What did you want to drink?" he called back to her.

"A glass of water. Actually, can I have a glass of wine?"

"Sure, as long as you don't drive. And I'll need to see ID." he laughed, handing her a wine glass.

"I'm 18 for God's sake. I've drank worse stuff than wine in high school."

John laughed as he brought her the glass of water too. "Just in case if we get raided." he said.

A movie was quickly found they both could enjoy. They ate pizza, laughed at the show, and chatted about nothing. He even broke out a 2nd bottle of wine after the first was quickly finished. After a while, the conversation died down as they watched the movie. Stacy got more comfortable and snuggled in closer. John just relaxed, sipping on his glass and letting the warm low buzz envelope him. It had been a long day. He was tired, and thinking about going to bed. But Stacy seemed to be still interested in the movie.

He wasn't even aware he had fallen asleep, until a sudden noise from the TV awoke him. His body jerked, and as he gained his bearings, gradually became aware that his dick felt warm. And wet. When he looked down, the back of Stacy's head was bobbing up an down in his lap. The noise of her eagerly slurping on his hard-on echoed out into the living room. She would switch, from gently kissing and caressing it with her tongue, to violently plunging her mouth up and down his hard tool, almost gagging herself. He let out a low groan and put his hand on the back of her head.