Drunk Punk

When Andy arrived back at Halls, he immediately noticed an even more pissed off than usual Aurora sitting in the Reception area, no doubt waiting impatiently for something. He hoped he had enough affection in the bank with her from previous runs not get his head bitten off if he approached her now.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hey" she looked up at Andy and, thankfully, didn't appear hostile "I locked myself out of my room, and these useless cunts have mislaid the only master pass they have that would let me back in. They don't think they can get a new one until tomorrow, so it looks like I'll be spending the night in this fucking chair"

Andy felt more than a little guilty about this. He hadn't realised when he'd taken the pass from the Reception desk to get into Gemma's room that there wasn't a spare. He could hardly own up to having swiped it now, unless he didn't mind incurring Aurora's wrath for the inconvenience he had caused her over the past several hours. However, had another idea.

"You can crash in my room tonight"

"What? We don't even know each other's names yet. That's pretty bold isn't it?"

"I meant on the floor. Don't go getting any ideas"

"You cheeky bastard!" Aurora smirked a little, in spite of herself "Fuck, I can't believe I'm even considering this.."

She scanned the Reception area. It wasn't the most inviting place to spend the night.

"You got weed?"

"No but I have a bottle of whisky"

"I guess that will have to do then" she sighed.

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"You might have the most boring room I've ever seen" Aurora informed Andy seconds after entering his dorm.

"Thanks, that's pretty much what I was aiming for"

Andy's ironic answer made Aurora smile as he reached for the 750 ml bottle of Jack Daniels he had procured on Monday, just in case he got a girl into his room this run. He didn't want to seem like the total dullard his surroundings suggested, but he really couldn't be arsed decorating every time his week began only to have it all undone a few days later. In fact, he could barely be bothered unpacking by this point.

It turned out the punk girl liked to drink almost as much as she enjoyed getting high. It also transpired that she became quite flirty once she was tipsy.

"So, do you always invite random girls up to your room seconds after meeting them, then try and get them drunk, or am I special?" she enquired with just a hint of a smile.

"I only invite the hot ones"

It was truly remarkable how bold Andy was feeling these days. He had discovered, however, that tended to be a lot more effective than the polite and inoffensive nice guy routine he had spent years perfecting to zero success.

"So do you actually think I'm hot? Or is that just a line you use on any girl you manage to get up here, no matter how opportunistically" Aurora challenged.

"It was definitely a line, but it's also genuine" he told her, unfazed "it's pretty obvious you're conventionally very pretty. I think you try to hide it though"

Andy remembered how stunning Aurora had looked when he had run into her at the social. She was still attractive in her preferred, everyday dress style but, much like Gemma, she seemed to be deliberately downplaying her beauty.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" she asked.

"Probably the same reason you don't make it obvious how smart you clearly are. Maybe you're rebelling against your parents or something. Like they wanted you to get a great job and marry someone rich and well connected because that's what they thought was best for you, but you'd prefer to take control of your own life"

Andy was definitely taking a risk getting this personal with someone so volatile, but he guessed that wasn't far from the truth. He knew from his last conversation with Aurora that her exam grades were even better than Sara's, and way too good for this university. He also knew her parents had threatened to make her leave home without any financial assistance from them if she had refused to go into higher education and study law. There had to be a reason for her to try so hard to act like somebody she didn't seem to be deep down, and that was the most likely explanation.

"Jesus, have you met my parents?" Aurora raised her eyebrows in amazement "Now I need a refill, a bigger one this time. And can we talk about something less triggering please?"

"Sorry"

"No, don't be" Aurora told Andy as he filled her glass "It's actually nice to meet someone who doesn't instantly dismiss me as a waste of space. It's also kind of impressive how perceptive you are. That's pretty rare for a guy"

From that point on, Andy decided to keep the conversation lighter, and he was glad he did. The more she drank, the more of what Andy felt sure was Aurora's true personality came out - giggly, playful and funny. As the pair laughed, joked and shot the shit, she also became increasingly flirtatious. It wasn't so much her words, but they way she looked at Andy while she was speaking to him, and how she would reach out and touch him reassuringly whenever she teased him, which was often.

"Are you sure we've never met before? You seem really familiar" she asked him after several drinks.

"No, I'm pretty sure we just met for the first time today"

"Then I don't get why I'm so comfortable with you" Aurora suddenly made a face "Ugh, I'm not feeling very comfortable generally though"

"How come? You've got the bed. I'm the one in the crappy guest chair "

"It's not that. My clothes are starting to feel really fucking restrictive. I need to get them off if I'm gonna be nice and cosy here for the night"

Andy watched, trying to keep his cool, as Aurora stripped down to her t-shirt and threw the rest of her clothing unceremoniously onto the floor.

He initially assumed she still had her panties on, then realised they were visible within the pile of discarded clothing she hadn't bothered to move out of sight.

"Why don't you get on the fucking bed? The chairs in these rooms are crippling"

Andy didn't need asking twice, as Aurora lay down and left enough space for him to squeeze up next to her.

"See, there's enough room on these things for two people" she told Andy as she turned to face him "You're not seriously gonna make me sleep on the floor are you?"

"Of course not, I never was"

"Good. I was starting to wonder why the fuck you invited me up here"

Aurora leaned in and kissed Andy. It wasn't their first make out session, but this one felt more intimate than the last, like obvious foreplay that ought to lead smoothly onto something more. He reached down and began to lift her t-shirt, so his hands could explore the parts of her body that appealed to him the most. In response she briefly sat up, pulled it off and tossed it over with the rest of what she had been wearing.

"You okay to fuck or have you got whisky dick?" she enquired in her usual blunt manner.

"No whisky dick here" Andy happily reported.

"I'm not surprised, you barely drunk anything" she teased "You got protection?"

"I do" Andy wasn't going to get caught out by that again "Just let me go get it"

Andy rifled excitedly through his wallet until he was able to retrieve one of the three condoms he had kept with him for such an occasion. He turned round and was ready to jump back into action, but soon noticed that his window of opportunity may have passed.

Andy shook Aurora by the shoulder, but it seemed she was now asleep for the night. Not only that, but she had rolled into the middle of the bed, as if it were all hers. It looked now like he would be the one sleeping on the floor. Or maybe he wouldn't sleep at all. Maybe he would spend the next several hours just staring at the gorgeous, naked woman laid out right in front of him.

Once again Andy had failed to fuck Aurora, even after she had consented to it. However, at least this time he could use her as an excellent visual stimulus to jerk himself off to. He grabbed some tissues and ogled her perfectly proportioned and surprisingly well toned body as he gave himself the relief he now craved. She remained completely oblivious to his presence, which somehow made the act even more of a turn on for him.

Now feeling both sexually satisfied and sleepy, Andy switched off the light, curled up on the floor next to his bed and closed his eyes.

Thursday, September 6th

"Shit, how much did I drink last night?"

Aurora sat up and rubbed her eyes sleepily. She was surprisingly unconcerned about her complete nakedness.

"Can you pass me my t-shirt? I'm feeling a little under-dressed here"

"Sure" Andy tossed it to her.

"Wow, what a fucking gentleman" she told him ironically "You didn't think to put the cover over me at any point during the night?"

"Well, I, uh.."

"My memory from yesterday evening is a little hazy" she cut over Andy as he stumbled around for an excuse "Did we end up fucking?"

"Uh, no.." Andy informed her "We were going to, but then you passed out"

"I didn't pass out, I went to sleep because you took so fucking long to make a move. Anyway, it serves you right for letting me do all the drinking and sipping yours like a fucking pussy" Aurora smirked at Andy to let him know she was only teasing "Maybe next time we do this you'll try and match my pace"

"You want to do this again?" Andy asked with slight surprise.

"Sure, now whenever I lock myself out I know who to call for" Aurora had finished dressing, and was ready to go "Okay, hopefully I can get back into my own room now. Thanks for the rescue last night. From what I can remember, it was actually pretty fun in the end"

As she left, Andy began to realise what a predicament he was slowly getting himself into. When he had begun this journey, he figured it would be fun to fool around with a few different girls before an obvious 'perfect match' emerged. However, the more he got to know and bond with each of them individually, the harder it was getting to pick a favourite. Each of them were so different, and all had their own unique qualities that he enjoyed. How was he supposed to eventually leave this time loop with only one of them as anything more than a stranger to him?

It was probably the ultimate first world problem though and, while Andy realised he couldn't remain stuck in Freshers' week forever, he was certainly in no hurry for it to end.