Go to college

Your reminisce about college life over the previous weeks brings about a dilemma you have to face and interrupting a perfectly fine lie in you were enjoying. Sure the threat of the apocalypse is probably around the corner but you've still got to keep you're grades up or else you'll get dropped and if this isn't the end of the world you'll look really stupid for leaving.

Plus it also means you won't see Heather if you leave. Heather Harper being who you would say is one of the hottest girls in the third year; with glossy chestnut hair, full rosy lips and modestly large breasts. While the two of you don't officially talk you have at least shared a few words, so at least she acknowledges your existence to an extent.

But right now you have to get up. You'd slipped into another daydream, this time about her perfectly curvy hips down all the way to her round ass for quite a while now and you've unfortunately got a very impressive morning wood of about nine inches standing straight up. Unfortunate as in seeing as how you: One, don't have a girlfriend to help alleviate the pressure and, Two, don't actually have time to release a load if you don't want to be late.

Throwing the blanket off you and exchanging it for your towel, you make your way to the shared bathroom. Sleep still clouding most of your senses, mainly your hearing, as you fling open the bathroom door and are greeted to the refreshingly warm air from the glass shower being on and the high pitched shriek of Sam, and of course the glorious sight of that beautiful red-headed babe soaking in the shower while attempting to cover her privates. Damn, she looks amazing.

"Michael! Get the fuck out!" Sam yells waking you up fully. Your friend, other than being super hot and a woman, is blushing furiously which spans across her face and upper chest, all the while trying to keep her deep blue eyes above your waist. You haven't covered yourself up so she got a full view of your, now most definitely naked body and raging erection. You freeze like a deer in headlights.

"T-The um... Door wasn't. It- I mean... It wasn't locked." You stammer out your excuse.

"I don't care, get out or stop staring at least. Jeez." You did a one-eighty on her very sexy and frustrated tone. That was the second time you had seen her naked. The first time was in your first year, but you don't remember her having freckles on her breasts. Maybe I wasn't paying that close attention on them before. The shower water stops followed by the wet slap of feet on the tiled floor. "That bastard Charlie took my towel!"

Your best friend has been your constant friend and roommate throughout your time at here. She's an absolutely beautiful natural red head who, usually, keeps her hair in a wavy Bob; with a cute rounded face that hold two captivating deep blue eyes, a little button shaped nose and kissable looking thin glossy pink lips that tempt you everyday, whom is also someone you definitely do not want a ruined friendship with. Sam stands at around five-foot-six, which reaches just above your chin and has a pair of tits that are on the smaller side, like the size of large oranges but still look amazing on her slim body. You also recently found out that her pale freckles that are scatter just around her nose also cover the tops of her breasts.

"Here, take mine." You offer handing your towel behind you. She hesitates for a second before taking it. "I'm sorry Sam, I really didn't mean too barge in."

"It's okay. It's not your fault it's..." Sam pauses. "That bastard's dead! He took my- my..."

You cautiously turn your head. Sam was by her clothes that sat on the shelves on the wall, next to the sink, still only wrapped up in your small towel revealing her smooth legs still dripping with water. "He took my underwear."