Time to get a move on.

As the delicious view of Trish’s backside disappears from view you decide it’s time to get out and about.

Glancing at youself, you figure a shower is the first order of business.

Ducking back into your room you grab a towel, your toiletry go bag and your room key.

Locking up you turn and almost run into Shanice. “Oh boo.” She pouted. “There goes surprise.”

You laugh with her, marveling a little at how easily she transitioned from lusty to playful within the short time you’ve known her.

The towel she had wrapped around her was just long enough to cover her ass and her hair was still damp.

Before your train of thought can derail you, you ask her to point out the showers for you. Pointing back the way she came she gives you a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks for being so good.” She gives you a smoldering look. “So good,” she adds pointedly.

You smile, the compliment doing wonders for your ego.

“I should thank you,” leaning close you whisper in your ear “but next time maybe I’ll get a taste of you.”
She shudders in delight.
“God, John. It’s yours,” she breathed.

Smiling wryly, you change the subject abruptly.

“Well, I’m going for a shower. But I’ll head down to the front office after. I’m pretty sure I missed Orientation so they might have some stuff for me.
Care to join me?”
She nods.
“Sure, I’ve only got classes in the afternoon today. Why don’t you come by my room when you’re done?”
“Perfect, I’ll be ready in five.”

A smile and a pause.

“Oh, no hurry. Who knows what could happen between here and the showers, right?”

With a wink and a playful slap on the ass she glides past you and to the room next to yours, leaving you to puzzle over her cryptic statement.

Chuckling to yourself you turn towards the showers.

Given how things were going he quickly resigned himself to just take things in stride. It seemed to work so far, no use in overthinking things.