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Chapter 183 by BosomBuddies BosomBuddies

Does he follow her back to her room?

Yeah he does

Jessica?”

“Yeah?”

I gave her a hug.

We spent the rest of the evening lounging around her dorm discussing what was going on with me and my “sort-of-sort-of-not” girlfriend. Sensing that I needed something a little stronger than coffee to get me through the night, Jessica grabbed a bottle of cheap, room-temperature vodka from under her bed and we took turns downing shots until we were buzzing and silly.

“What about you?” I finally asked. “We’ve been talking and talking about my love life, how are things with you?”

“Honestly, the past couple nights, it’s been kind of… frustrating.”

Thunk.

We both flinched as something heavy bumped against the wall on the other side.

Thunk. Thunk.

There it was again. As if her neighbors were rearranging the furniture at two o’clock in the morning. Jessica giggled knowingly into her vodka.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

It was a woman’s voice, coming from the neighboring dorm room. A low, ecstatic moan.

“Ohh yeah…” Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Jessica burst out laughing. The grunts and moaning coming through the wall grew faster and fiercer, and I admit there was a certain comic desperation in it, punctuated by the sound of the bed jamming repeatedly against the wall.

“Is this what you mean by ‘frustrating?” I whispered.

Jessica nodded, cupping a hand over her mouth to muffle the laughter. “They go at it like every night! Sometimes at four or five in the morning! Not only do they wake me up, but sometimes the sound of it gets me all turned-on and I can’t even go back to sleep!”

In the other room, the two noisy lovers finally reached their obnoxiously loud climaxes, shouting, “Oh god! Oh god! Yeahhhhh…”

I looked down at Jessica and we both cracked up. I nonchalantly rested a pillow on my lap, hoping to hide the fact that my pants had suddenly gotten a bit tighter around the crotch.

“What are you doing to my roommate’s pillow?” she asked suggestively.

“Busted,” I laughed.

“Oh, and I’m not?” she laughed, gesturing at the beautifully plump pair of nipples poking into the fabric of her white polo shirt.

What does he say to that?

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