Take her to her dorm room.

Michel’s smile faded from his lips, and he looked at her doe eye. “We…we can do this here,” he said shyly, “What if someone sees us?”

Emily smiled at giggled at the thought of being caught in the woods with her lover. However, that smile to fade when she realized what she was about to do. She looked away from her boyfriend and lightly raked a hand through her red hair. “I…I’m sorry I…I don’t know what came over me.”

“Are you feeling alright?” Michel asked her, “You…don't look like yourself.”

Emily couldn’t explain why she was acting like this or why she felt so hot. I started after she stepped into one of the college restrooms to freshen up before her date with Michel. There was a strange and almost sweet musk that filled the air. A short time later, it felt like someone had set her sex on fire. Darting into one of the stalls, she started to finger herself rapidly. It felt unbelievable. It was as if a thousand tongues laced with the most potent of aphrodisiacs were slurping her clit. When she finally came, it was so intense that she almost passed out onto the toilet.

After the short relief, she staggered out of the restroom and tried to make her way to her date. The relief of the climax only lasted for a few minutes, but she was to egger to see Michel to relieve herself again. As the night **** on the heat only seemed to get worse. It was taking all of her will power not to pounce on Michel and ride his cock in the middle of their date. Even now, after she had almost lost control, she still had a strong urge to pull down her boyfriend’s pants and suck his meaty cock.

Michel decided to take Emily back to her dorm as she wasn’t looking too good. She was panting, sweating, and trembling in his arms. When they arrived, the Michel made sure to check in with the den mother of the dorm, so that she wouldn’t think that he was heard to peek on any of the girls. Usually, the den mother would have taken Emily off of his hands and led her to her room, but it looked like the den mother was in the same state Emily was. They found her behind her desk panting and shivering with her head lying down on the hardwood. Seeing as she was in no state to take care of Emily, Michel decided to lead his lover to her room himself. As they left, the couple failed to notice that behind the desk, the den mother was rapidly fingering herself under her skirt.

Emily’s room was right next to Michel’s sister’s and had an adjoining restroom. The redhead shared it with a goth girl named Vicky, but as they opened the door, Vicky was nowhere to be seen. After exploring the room, Emily noticed an empty box with a picture of a large vibrator on the side. Slipping away from her boyfriend, she walked up to the bathroom door and placed her head on the frame. Sure enough, she could hear the sounds of vibrations and moans coming from inside.

Emily groaned, “Fuck, she’s at it again.”

Michel smirked, “Try living with a gamer. Three o’clock in the morning, Eric is still up shooting **** threats to some kid on the other side of the plant because he…’noob’ him…or something like that.”

Emily sat down on her bed and smiled back at Michel, “At least he’s not jacking off all night long.”

“Yeah, I guess that is worse,” he said with a light chuckle. It was then that he noticed that Emily was looking at him with a sly smile, “What’s on your mind, love.”

“I was thinking of giving Vicky a taste of her own medicine,” she said lightly, patting the empty spot on her bed.

Michel gulped and blushed. He wasn’t quite sure what was wrong with Emily or was she was so eager to make love to him, so much so that she was willing to risk being caught out in public, but now that he was alone in her room, he wasn’t about to turn her down. After glancing over his shoulder, he closed the door behind him and locked it.