The aftermath of a party

What first hit Steve was the stench. The strong, putrid stench of **** and cigarette smoke. It was only when he closed the door behind him that he noticed the mess. Vodka bottles, paper plates and utensils, and cigarette ash were strewn across the floor. When studying the mess, Steve thought that it resembled a particularly terrible abstract art.

He closed the door behind him, and, for reasons that he would never understand, began cleaning up. He retrieved a large, plastic bag from the kitchen, and, after filling one bag (and a half), he went outside again to throw the trash into the dumpster.

It was a cold, moonless night.

Returning to the dorm, Steve was surprised to see one of his roommates up: Victoria. Steve saw her when he walked into the kitchen. She was looking for something in the fridge and she hadn't noticed him yet. She was wearing a long, tee-shirt that covered her ass and indicated to Steve that she was not wearing pants. She was not at all curvaceous, but Steve found her attractive, nonetheless. She had long, black hair and smooth skin. When she smiled, dimples would appear on her cheeks.

Steve cleared his throat to get her attention and she turned around, startled. She looked as if she had just woken up, which was likely the case. "You came back," she said. Had they expected him to sleep somewhere else? "Just so you know, I didn't want Rayya to kick you out. She could have just asked you to stay in your room."

"Was there a party?"

Victoria shrugged. Steve waited for her to respond, but she seemed suddenly interested in the hem of her shirt. She had her fingers wrapped around it. She's not wearing panties, Steve thought.

"No," she said. Which seemed improbable, given the mess, but Steve decided to not press further.

"Why do you have a marker?" Victoria asked, changing the subject.

Steve looked down at his left hand, not realizing that he had taken out the marker that the gentleman had given him.

"I went to the library and asked the librarian for a marker to help me take notes." He said, hiding the marker again in his pocket. "I must have forgotten to give it back."

But Victoria seemed to have already lost interest, as she turned to the fridge again. Searching for food, she said, "Be quiet when you go to bed. Rayya has a friend over."

Steve nodded and walked into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. It was quiet when he entered his room, but when he closed the door behind him, he could hear a moan escape from the other side of one of his bedroom walls. Not surprisingly, the moan came from the wall which separated his room from Rayya's.

Steve placed his ear against the wall. After a moment, he heard the moan again, this time followed by a grunt, which seemed to come from a man who was in Rayya's room with her. Steve listened to them until his cock hardened. He heard Rayya's bed springs creak. He withdrew his cock and began jerking himself off.

Rayya's hot moans were very quiet, as she didn't want anyone else to hear her, which made Steve's voyeurism all the more exciting. He jerked himself to orgasm, spilling his seed onto the floor. He cursed quietly and used his underwear to wipe the semen from his tiled floor.

Then he flopped into bed, forgetting about the marker and envelope long enough for sleep to pull him under.