Apparently not.

“I don’t think so. Be quiet for a moment,” you whisper softly.

The room is still, and straining your ears, you think you can hear every minute little sound in the small space. Looking over Ellen’s shoulder, you look over at Amy’s bed. All you can make out is her thick and wavy fiery red hair splayed out over her pillow. The rest of her is buried beneath the blankets. Then, you hear a small sigh, and Amy rolls over in her bed.

She’s facing you and Ellen, her hair partially covering her face and eyes. Her right arm rests uncovered on top of the bedcovers, and her foot pokes out over the edge of the bed. Ellen shifts slightly, pressing her warm, supple body next to yours. God, you’re lucky. You never expected to find yourself in bed and naked with Ellen on your first night at the dorm. And for a girl that you considered a bit too naive and innocent, she gives great head. You slide your hand over her soft round breast, and give it a gentle squeeze.

“I can hear her breathing. I think she’s asleep. If she isn’t, she’ll be making jokes about us all morning.” Ellen rolls over, and kisses you softly, and you stroke her back as she faces you.

“I guess we’ll find out in the morning then.” as your hand moves down to her ass, kneading it.

“Yup. Good night, sweetie. I’m going to sleep now.” Ellen kisses you once more, and rolls back with her naked backside once more pressed against you body. The hand that only a minute ago hand been grasping Ellen ass, now moves back to its former position just under the swell of her bust.

Soon, you can hear nothing but the gentle, rhythmic breathing of the two coeds. As you lie there next to Ellen, the sound of two girls slumbering acts like a sleeping pill, and soon you fall into a deep sleep. Its the sleep of the dead, nothing wakes you, and the darkness of the room sooths you. You sleep blissfully, your nose nestled in Ellen’s silky, blonde hair.

Then, you’re jarred awake by the sound of a slamming door. It sounds like the room next door, but you can’t be absolutely sure. You look at the small digital desk clock in the corner, sitting on top of Amy’s desk, and it reads 4:13am. As far as you can tell both Amy and Ellen are still asleep. Outside in the hallway, two girls talk in what they might believe to be a normal, conversational voice, but sounds to you like the over loud semi-coherent conversation of two drunks.

“So, is this their room ?” the first voice says. Its high and lilting, with a trace of a possible English accent.

“I think so, but there’s nothing on the door saying who lives here, so we can’t be sure,“ the second girl answers.

Propping yourself up on one elbow, you look over to the door, checking to see if you can see shadows passing through the small strip of light at the bottom of the doorway. You can’t, and assume that the girls are just next door.

“So, should we knock or just walk in?” The first girl giggles loudly, and you think you hear another door opening at the far end of the hallway.

“We might see her fucking goody two shoes with her favorite strap-on,” the second girl adds.

“No, they’re sleeping, right?” The first girl counters, and then adds, “are you sure this is the right dorm?”

“I’m pretty sure, but this one looks a lot like Masterson. I used to go there sometimes by mistake if I was coming to see her. “ There was a long pause, and you thought the two had left, or passed out when you heard the second girl add, “She taught me all about loving a girl. She was my first. I’d never even been with a boy before.”

‘Really, I couldn’t tell,” the first girl snorted, and started to laugh.

“I’m gonna knock, I need to talk to her.” the second girl said. Then a voice called from down the hallway, telling the two girls to shut up, and find their room, because others were sleeping.”

“Whatever,” the second female voice said. And then two shadows moved in front of the doorway.