You stay in tonight.

You let out a little sigh as you close the door to your dorm room. It may not be the most exciting option, but it's probably wise to stay in tonight...you can start looking over your courses, make lists of books, and have everything ready to go when registration starts in a couple of days.

Settling in at your desk, you start poring through the options. It seems like it's best to take a variety of courses - get your distribution requirements out of the way and what not. You could take both Introduction to Anatomy and Entry-Level Academic Writing this semester, that would cover two of them. And then...

Your concentration is broken by an unmistakable sound: rhythmic, high-pitched gasps, escalating in volume and intensity. You look around, perplexed. You've lost track of time and it's later than you realized. Still, why doesn't that sound like it's coming from your dorm? Is it coming from...?

Standing, you cross to the window and open it, peering down into the yard outside Kings Hall. As the feminine cries are still getting louder, it doesn't take you long to find their source: a bench along the path leading to the hall, sitting in a pool of light shed by a streetlamp. You feel your cock hardening as you take in the sight below.

A curvy Asian girl with long, black hair and bangs is on all fours on the bench, her skirt rolled up over her waist and her t-shirt and bra in a pile on the ground next to her. An athletic-looking dude is plowing into her from behind, ramming his hips into her round ass eagerly. You watch the girl's tits swing back and forth enticingly as he pounds her, her loud gasps echoing off the building.

"Whooooo! Get it!"

You hear scattered laughter from the windows of the dorm. Clearly you're not the only one who's noticed this nocturnal rendezvous. Even as you watch, two girls walking together pause on the path that intersects with the one leading to Kings Hall, watch for a few seconds, then scurry off, giggling. You hear a smatter of feminine laughter and the word "slut" as they round the corner and head off.

Just as you're about to close the window and return to your work, though (or maybe jerk off), another guy walks down the path, heading for the couple on the bench. Before he gets to them, though, a lanky, scruffy-looking guy in a beanie intercepts him. They talk for a few seconds, feet from the girl getting reamed out, and something changes hands. Then the new arrival walks over to the couple and, unzipping his pants, shoves his cock into the girl's mouth. This has the side effect of - for now at least - muffling her cries. The new guy starts to fuck her mouth, spit-roasting the girl on the bench.

You watch, confused. Just seconds later the guy fucking her pussy groans, pulls out, and clearly cums on the Asian girl's ass. That done, he hops off the bench, grinning, and pulls his pants back up. He high-fives the dude in her mouth as he walks away cheerfully into the night. The new arrival remains, hand tangling in the girl's hair as he begins to fuck her throat and the sound of gagging fills the night air.

But wait - if that first guy isn't this girl's man, what the hell is going on here? You frown in confusion, and, for the first time, some concern. Does this girl need help?