Alice thru the bedroom mirror

The dorm party was a raging success. So much so we were running shy on everything. I started collecting money for a food run when Steve pulled me aside.
"Don't sweat it, babe, I've got popcorn in my room."

"Well let's go," I said, hurrying him out the door.

A word of introduction might be appropriate. My name is Alice and I'm the 5-2, eyes are blue, honey sweet gal of song. Throw in Kisses are Sweeter than Wine and you've got the full picture. I love old songs. If there was a future for music historians I'd be the in a flash. Instead I was in year two of a BS-RN program. It was unlikely I'd get rich working as nurse, but then again I'd probably always have a job.

So back to the party. The thing about Ann Arbor is the competition is intense and Chemistry, even dummied down Nurses chem was killing me. Not being a science guy I intended to spend the weekend playing catch up. Still not wanting to be a total hermit I left my door open as a walk-in invite. How was I to know floor wide party was coming my way.

The Hill, originally an all girls dorm had gone coed, with alternating all guys and all girl floors. Given the guy to girl 9 to 1 ration there were several all guy dorms elsewhere on this sprawling campus. There were also lots of hot guys for me to choose from – when I wasn't studying.

Chasing Steve two stair sets up and one long hall down I found myself admiring his broad shoulders and tight ass. I hadn't seen him shirtless, but the evidence suggested he'd done some weight lifting along the way. On the hunk scale he was easily an eight. Add in the fact he was a filthy rich and would be richer yet when he inherited the family's English title, and well there was long line of girls looking to catch his eye. Me, I was working class and knew it. If I'd had money I'd of gone pre-med instead of nursing.

"Nice shit," I smiled stepping into Steve's room.

"I like it," Steve answered, "It belonged to a distant cousin back home in Lancashire . They say he wrote kid's books."

His room was proof money buys comfort. Not only did he have a single, but the usual furnishings had been replaced with antiques shipped over from England. Rumor had it he also brought along his 47 MG midget – sporty car for a sporty guy.

Ignoring the double bed and wall mounted TV I strolled around admiring the intricate carvings decorating his dead cousin's furniture. Planting himself in his cushioned desk chair Steve watched me study his room with both fingers and eyes.

While passing his desk he caught my wrist and pulled me down atop his lap. Smiling I leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips.