(Philanderer 2) "Wanna make out?"

You smile at her. "You're hot and you're on my floor. What more explanation do you need?"

She eagerly twists the phone back onto her ear and says, "hey, someone came by. It's important. I'll talk to you later."

There is a pause. Her expression whitens and seemingly turns to stone as an intense and rapid series of jitters come from the other end. Then she starts speaking. She gives a series of one-word answers to questions that you can't hear.

"No...yes...god, no. Christ, dad, please...okay, I'll talk to you later."

She hangs up, and opens the door for you. "Full on fucking knight in shining armor. Thank you."

You enter her room and suppress a laugh. On one side are a series of posters for girly anime with androgynous boys and kpop artists. Everything is pastel colored, and there are a lot of 'cute' weaboo ornaments that you might find at the Japanese-themed story in the mall. On the other side, the room seems like a grunge cave. With a series of black punk and metal posters giving the whole thing a dark allure. On the desk, there is jewelry hanging from the fingers of a skeleton hand, and what looks like a plant that is supposed to be dead. The transition between the two sides is immediate, with a visible line going through the middle of the back window.

She notices you staring. "We're very different people. We cut the room in half."

"It's kind of hilarious," you say.

"Right?" She closes the door, then rubs her hands down your arms. "So, what reward does the knight want?"

"I have to warn you," you joke. "This knight that you're talking about isn't so chivalrous."

"Oh-ho-ho," she pretends to consider it, then shrugs. "I guess that's fine. But my roommate could walk back in at any moment so I wouldn't want to go so far. I'd never live it down if she walked in on me getting fucked."

"What I'm hearing is that's the only thing stopping you," you say.

"Oof, you're an aggressive flirter. Hear what you want to hear," she walks around you, and looks up at you. "I'll take the risk if she just might walk in on me fooling around, though. Is that fair?"

Perfectly fair," you say, and lean in.

Her arms wrap around the back of your neck and pull you in harder. You realize your mistake immediately. You meant to kiss her gently, and she is interested in no such thing. Instead her lips open wide and passionately close and pull around yours, as if trying to suck your soul out. She lets out a little murmur as she does so, and then when she pulls away she looks up at you.

"Truth is," she says. "I'm orally fixated. I think my lips are an erogenous zone, and..." she whispers it as you pull her back in. "...I don't like anything gentle."

As if to prove this, her teeth tug on your lip this time, very slightly. Her tone pushes its way in. You wrestle it with your own, then subtly lick as if to advertise what you can do with your own mouth. Now she starts to murmur against you, slightly. Her hands grab your ass and she starts grinding herself against you. Before you know it, you have fallen back onto her bunk.

Without wasting a second, you roll her over, and grind your crotch hard against hers as your mouth goes to her neck. You lick and suck on it. She lets out another gasp, almost a moan, and it encourages your hand to go up...up to her breast. You grab it, squeeze. It's too big for all of it to fit in your hand and you adjust yourself to grip as much as possible. It almost feels as if there's something...hard, there? Harder than just a hardened nipple.

"Under the shirt..." she stammers out between the gasps. "Under the shirt is fine, as long as you don't take anything off..."

You don't need any other encouragement. Your hand goes down and then up, under her shirt. You feel a flimsy, lacey bra. But behind it that hard thing that you felt is now unmistakable.

"You have pierced nipples?" you ask.

She grins up at you. "I don't know. Why don't you feel it to find out?"

You take her up on her challenge, your finger wriggling beneath her bra and touching her nipple. You can't see it, but you can feel it. A metal stud poking out on either side of the nipple itself. As you prod the studs, she responds by gasping and grinding against you. You remember what she said before, then outright pull as your teeth gently gnaw on her neck. She almost shouts, and has to close her mouth to hold back. With that encouragement, you reach your other hand up to fondle her other nipple. The results are exponential. Soon, her eyes glaze over, and she is moaning. But after a few minutes of this, she grabs your wrist.

"You're making me want to let you put your hand inside my pants, and that is the line I'm drawing, right now. Because if you get down there, who knows what will happen next."

"Let's find out," you murmur, pushing against her.

"Nah," she pulls out from under you as if your weight wasn't holding her at all. "Like I said, roommate, any second."

You frown at her. "Well...fine, if a little unsatisfying."

"Of course it is. Don't you remember High School?" She pulls out her phone. "All that making out that just got you more horny."

"So I should...?" You break off.

She is now on her phone. She looks up. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, I'd go. My roommate won't be long, now. Seriously, thanks for the distraction. Super stoked that you came by."

To her credit, she puts the phone down and smiles at you. But it's a patient smile. She's waiting for you to leave.

"Uh...okay," you say. "See you around, I guess?"

"See you around," she says, watching as you turn and head out the door.

Do you...actually feel like a piece of meat? Yes. You do. You're aware of what a hookup is, but is it really necessary for you to feel this used afterward? It's too much.

You don't know how to complain, though. You were the one who approached her. You had some fun, didn't you? Why is there that level of disappointment?

You sigh, and head back to your room to masturbate.