Back to the dorm.

Traci returned to her dorm room with Kelly. She kicked off her shoes and plopped heavily onto the bed. She was tired, but not quite ready for bed just yet. In truth, it wasn’t really that late. But she needed to get out of the bar. She couldn’t believe those guys—some of the things she had heard coming out of their mouths!

{if TrioRacistAF = TRUE}Those guys pretty blatantly racist, but what bothered Traci most was how open they were about it. They didn’t feel the need to hide their racism—or sexism for that matter—even a tiny bit. It would probably best if she avoided them from now on. They looked on the older side, so Traci was hopeful that they’d be graduating and moving on soon.{else}Those guys were something else, alright. Traci had to just shake her head at the cluelessness they had displayed. Still, she had heard worse from guys before. Maybe she wouldn’t see them around too often. They did look to be on the older side after all, and would probably be graduating and off-campus soon enough.{endif}

Kelly dipped out into the hall and started getting gossip from some of the other girls on their floor. She certainly wasn’t shy about getting the local dirt, though Traci wondered how much gossip the other girls would be able to offer being as they were all new to Williamston too.

With not much else to do, Traci brushed her teeth and took a quick shower before going to bed. Before turning in for the night, she sent a quick text to Tommy to let him know she missed him and was thinking about him.

Kelly had mentioned something about spending tomorrow at the mall and doing some shopping, but Traci had been very noncommittal in her answer. Honestly, she just felt like spending the day alone. It would be the last free day she had to herself before classes started up on Monday. But somehow she didn’t think her new roommate would take “no” for an answer.

Traci drifted off to sleep. Out in the hall, Kelly was still gossiping about something or other. Whoever it was that she was talking to—maybe Kelly would take a liking to them and drag them out for some Sunday afternoon shopping instead.

A girl could dream.

Traci awakened to the sound of her door opening. Before she could speak or react, Brad walked in, unzipping his pants. As she opened her mouth to protest, Brad placed a finger over her lips.

“Shhh. It’s OK.” He stared deeply into her eyes. “I know you were hoping to see me again. So here I am. And I brought you a little present.”

Brad took Traci’s hand, and placed it down his unzipped jeans. Traci let out a gasp as she felt her fingers move against the bulge in his briefs. It was still flaccid, but already felt so big against her palm. She felt Brad’s penis twitch and come to life, rapidly getting bigger.

{if TrioRacistAF = TRUE}”Oh yeah,” Brad hissed at her. “You like that don’t you, you little Gook whore? I bet you were praying I would walk through that door tonight and make you mine. I told you, you’re all the same. Can’t wait to get a taste of the white man’s cock. Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work, you dumb fucking bitch. Show me what you little Gooks are good for.”{else}”Don’t worry,” Brad whispered, “you don’t have to pretend anymore. You enjoyed spending time with us tonight, didn’t you? I bet you loved the way we talked about Asian girls—you probably hoped we would be even more racist and offensive though, didn’t you? Don’t worry, you don’t have to be embarrassed that it turned you on. You can’t help it. You’re Asian, it’s in your nature.”{endif}

With a startled gasp, Traci sat upright in her bed. She blinked in the darkness. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she looked around. There was no sign of Brad. Over in her own bed, Kelly was tossing fitfully in her sleep.

Traci lay back down again, pulling the covers up over herself. She let out the breath she hasn’t even realized she’d been holding and noticed her heart was racing. She let out a soft gasp as the blanket brushed against her hardened nipples. Her whole body was tingling. She’d never get to sleep at this rate.

Attempting to steady herself, Traci counted to twenty in her head, then back down to one. And back up to twenty again. Slowly she felt her heart rate returning to normal.

She reached for her phone and sent another text to Tommy (I love U), then closed her eyes.