No

I held out. It was hard, but I couldn't risk being caught masturbating a second time. So I just lay there, my rock-hard straining against my unusually tight boxers as thoughts of sexy Allie, Laura's pierced left nipple, and Emily's vague same-sex sexual experience (which in my imagination was her masturbating to lesbian porn; for some reason I found that very hot) streamed through my mind. I managed to push most of these thoughts away, but I couldn't stop thinking about the hot blonde in the window.

I thought about the mysterious girl's plump breasts and taut, toned stomach. I imagined what the rest of her might look like – long, smooth, athletic legs and a tight little bottom – and what it would be like to have her ride my cock, filling her as she rocked herself to orgasm. This last thought shocked even me. How could I think about fucking someone I'd never even met? I didn't even know her name! But despite my best attempts, the thoughts burrowed their way into my brain and made a home there, and the resulting arousal, which I refused to deal with, kept me awake most of the night. How was I going to survive the whole year with a roommate if this is the state I ended up in?

But eventually, I did get some sleep. Not enough, but some.