College rules

The first droplets of rain tapped a rhythm on the dorm room window. Lucy looked up from her textbook, her eyes glazed over from the endless sea of words. The hum of the fluorescent lights was a stark contrast to the sudden pitter-patter outside. It was a Friday evening, and the weekend loomed like a mirage at the end of a deserted library aisle. Her phone buzzed, jolting her out of her study-induced trance. She picked it up to find a text from Chelsea, her vibrant, extroverted roommate. “Hey Lucy, we found the perfect spot for a party tonight! You in?”

Her heart skipped a beat. A party? This was more Chelsea’s scene than hers. Lucy was more of a quiet night in with a good book type of girl. But she’d promised herself she’d try new things in college, so she typed back, “Sure, why not?” The three of them had been living together for a couple of months now, and she’d heard enough tales of their wild high school adventures to pique her curiosity. Maybe it was time she saw what the fuss was about.

After a quick shower and a rummage through her limited wardrobe, Lucy settled on a cobalt blue dress that made her eyes pop. She paired it with her favorite ankle boots and a light jacket, ready to face whatever the night had in store. Sarah, the more grounded of her two roommates, gave her a knowing smile when she emerged from the bathroom. “Ready for the night of your life?” she teased. Lucy shrugged, trying to play it cool.

They arrived at Trenton’s apartment, a cozy space filled with the scent of pine-scented candles and the faint echoes of laughter from a distant room. The rain had picked up, turning the sidewalks into a glossy dance floor for the raindrops. The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit hallway adorned with posters of indie bands and vintage movie scenes. Trenton, tall and lanky with a mop of curly hair, greeted them with a warm hug for Sarah and a friendly handshake for Lucy. “Welcome to the party central!” he exclaimed, leading them into a living room where Luke and Brad were setting up a makeshift bar on the kitchen counter.

Introductions were made, and Lucy felt a twinge of awkwardness as she shook hands with Trenton’s roommates. Luke had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, while Brad was more laid-back, his eyes hidden behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. Chelsea grabbed a bottle of vodka and began mixing drinks, passing out red plastic cups filled with fizzy liquid and a hint of lime. Lucy accepted one with a nod of thanks, her palms feeling clammy. She took a sip, feeling the cool liquid burn down her throat and the tension begin to melt away.

They settled into the worn-in couches of the living room, the laughter and chatter of the partygoers creating a comfortable background buzz. Sarah had explained the game to Lucy on the way over: The rules were simple: a question would be asked, and if you got it wrong, you had to kiss the person who asked it for a minute. Lucy had been hesitant at first, but the excitement in Chelsea’s eyes was infectious. Plus, it had been a long week, and she could use a bit of harmless fun.

Trenton clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, gather ’round, fresh meat!” He grinned, his eyes gleaming with the challenge. “We’ve updated the rules for college, so listen up. First, we start with a round of shots to get the party started.” The room erupted in cheers, and plastic cups clinked together before being brought to eager lips. Lucy took a deep breath and downed hers, the vodka burning a fiery path down her throat.

“Now, here’s the twist,” Trenton announced. “You can ask anyone a question, and if they get it wrong, they take a shot and owe you a minute of… let’s call it ‘personal time’. But here’s the kicker—every round the minutes increase. So once every one has gone and we get to the second round you owe two minutes, and so on.” The room buzzed with excitement and a touch of nervous tension.

Chelsea spoke up timidly, “What do you mean by personal time?”

Trenton’s grin grew wider, “You know, like kissing, or something more. Whatever the person asking wants, within the bounds of consent, of course.” His eyes swept over the room, daring anyone to challenge him. Lucy felt a shiver run down her spine, unsure if she’d signed up for this.

Chelsea looked at Sarah, their eyes locked in a silent conversation filled with doubt and excitement. Sarah took a deep breath and spoke up, “Guys, I don’t know if we should be playing this game. It feels a bit…” She trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Come on, it’s just a bit of fun!” Trenton reassured them, his voice filled with the charm that had clearly won him many parties in his college career. “We’re all adults now, right? Besides, it’s just a little harmless make out game from high school. Nothing too wild.” His words had the desired effect, the tension in the room loosening like a coiled spring.

With a dramatic flourish, Trenton began, “Alright, who’s up for round one?” He turned to Sarah, a gleam in his eye. “What was the number one hit song of 2024?”

Sarah’s brow furrowed in thought, her eyes narrowing slightly as she searched the depths of her music knowledge. She took a moment before responding with surprising confidence, “It was ‘Echoes of the Night’ by Luna Rise.” The room fell silent, all eyes on her, waiting for the reaction.

Trenton’s jaw dropped, and he fumbled with his phone to check. “Damn, you’re right!” He exclaimed, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. The tension dissipated, and the room broke into applause. Lucy felt a rush of pride for her roommate and took a sip of her drink, the vodka warming her from the inside out.

“Your turn to pick someone, Sarah,” Chelsea prompted, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Sarah took a moment to survey the room before pointing at Brad. “Alright, Brad, what’s the capital of Bhutan?”

Brad looked confused and took a deep breath before blurting out, “Um, New Delhi?”

The room erupted in laughter, and Chelsea couldn’t help but smack her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. “I’m sorry, Brad,” Sarah said sweetly, her voice dripping with fake sympathy, “but that’s incorrect. The capital of Bhutan is actually Thimphu.” She stepped closer to him, her eyes locked on his. “Looks like you owe me a minute of ‘personal time’.”

Trenton spoke up, “Remember, take a shot if you get it wrong.. and Brad, you’re on the clock!” He handed Brad a fresh cup filled with a mysterious concoction. Brad took the shot with a grimace, the liquid burning down his throat as he tried to swallow his nerves. Sarah stepped closer to him, her eyes locked with his. The room was filled with whispers and expectant looks, the air thick with anticipation.

Leaning in, Sarah gently placed her hand on Brad’s shoulder. He took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut. Her lips met his, and the room around them seemed to fall away. For a moment, the only sound was the steady patter of rain outside the window, punctuated by the occasional clink of an ice cube in a nearby drink. The kiss was soft and lingering. Lucy watched, her heart racing as she felt a pang of envy. Was this what college parties were all about?

When the kiss broke, the room burst into cheers, and Brad’s face turned a shade of red that matched his hair. He took a step back, looking slightly dazed. “Alright, who’s next?” he managed to croak out.

Trenton’s eyes lit up, “Perfect! Now, it’s the guys’ turn. Luke, you’re up. Who do you have in mind?”

Luke looked around the room, his gaze finally settling on Lucy. She felt her cheeks warm as he shyly said her name. The question he had for her was simple yet nerve-wracking: “What’s the scientific name for the common housecat?”

Her mind went blank. She’d taken biology in high school, but the only names of animals she could recall were the ones she’d studied for the test, and they were definitely not feline. She took a deep breath and hoped for the best, “Um, isn’t it just ‘Felis catus’?”

Luke’s smirk grew into a full-blown grin. “Nice try, but sorry, Lucy. That’s not quite right. It’s actually ‘Felis silvestris catus’.” He stepped closer, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Looks like you owe me a minute.”

Trenton, ever the party host, was quick to remind her, “Don’t forget your shot, Lucy!” He handed her a cup filled with the same potent liquid she’d seen the others drink. She took it with a trembling hand, the reality of the game finally setting in. The room was spinning slightly as she brought the cup to her lips and downed it. The burn was less intense this time, but the taste of sweetness followed by bitter alcohol still lingered on her tongue.

Her eyes watered, and she coughed slightly, trying to hide her discomfort. Luke took that moment to saunter over, his confidence growing with each step. The room grew quieter, the whispers turning into a gentle murmur that washed over them like a gentle wave. He stopped in front of her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. She swallowed hard, trying to push aside the butterflies in her stomach.

“You ready?” he whispered, his breath warm and faintly scented with mint.

Lucy took a deep breath and nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. She felt the weight of the room’s gaze upon her as Luke leaned in, his eyes fluttering shut. The kiss was gentle at first, almost tentative. But as the seconds ticked by, it grew more intense, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. Lucy’s initial shock melted away, and she found herself kissing him back, her nerves replaced with a thrill she hadn’t anticipated.

The applause was thunderous when the minute was up, snapping her back to reality. She stepped away, her cheeks aflame, and took a deep breath to steady herself. The room spun slightly, the vodka taking hold, and she couldn’t help but feel a mix of exhilaration and embarrassment. She looked around, noticing the smiles and knowing glances being shared by the others. They had all played this game before, and she was the newcomer, the one to be tested.

“Wow, you guys are really into this,” Lucy managed to say, her voice sounding shakier than she’d liked. Chelsea giggled and clapped her hands.

“It’s my turn!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. She looked around the room, a devilish smile playing on her lips. “Trenton, I’ve got one for you,” she said, her voice dripping with challenge. “What’s the name of the author of ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’?”

Trenton’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was the one who usually had all the answers, the one who set the tone of the party. He took a moment to think, then smirked. “Easy, Chelsea. It’s Mark Twain.”

Chelsea’s grin widened, “Oh, you think so?” She waited a beat before delivering the punchline, “Actually, it’s Harper Lee. Time for your shot, and then you can come kiss me.”

The room roared with laughter, and Lucy felt a twinge of relief that the pressure was off her, at least for the moment. She watched as Trenton took his shot with a dramatic flair, his face contorting in a grimace that only added to the hilarity of the situation. When he was done, he strode over to Chelsea, his arms outstretched. The kiss was playful, full of the kind of ease that comes from a long-standing friendship. It was clear that this game was as much a bonding ritual as it was a party trick.

A few more rounds passed, each question more difficult than the last. The vodka had started to take hold, making Lucy’s head swim and her words slur slightly. She found herself laughing louder and caring less about the answers she gave. The game had evolved into a dance of dares and double dares, the minutes of ‘personal time’ increasing as they completed each round. The air was charged with a playful tension that seemed to make everyone bolder, more willing to take risks.

When it was Sarah’s turn again, she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on Trenton. She pursed her lips, a mischievous spark in her gaze. “Okay, Trent,” she began, her voice low and sultry, “What’s the chemical symbol for gold?”

Trenton, feeling quite confident after his victory earlier, didn’t even pause to think. “Ag,” he said quickly, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Sarah giggled, a sound that was music to the ears of everyone in the room. It was a sweet, delicate giggle that hinted at something more, something naughty hidden beneath her innocent facade. “Wrong again, Trent,” she said, her voice filled with mirth. “It’s actually ‘Au’. But it seems you’re eager to pay up.” She stepped closer to him, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Since you’re so eager, I want you to suck my nipple for your turn.”

Trenton’s grin grew wider as he downed his shot, the fiery liquid seemingly adding to his bravado. He set the empty cup on the side table with a clink and sat down next to Sarah, who had positioned herself strategically on the couch. She leaned back, pulling her top down on one side, revealing the soft curve of her breast. The room fell silent, the anticipation palpable, as Trenton leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers.

His breath was warm on her skin as he took his turn. Lucy felt a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment, watching her roommate’s intimate act play out in front of her. She tried to look away, focusing on the rain outside, but her eyes kept drifting back to the scene unfolding. Trenton’s hand cupped the side of Sarah’s face, his thumb tracing her jawline as his mouth found her nipple. The sound of his suckling filled the room, punctuated by the occasional moan from Sarah.

Before Lucy knew it, Sarah had caught Trenton’s thumb, bringing it to her mouth and wrapping her lips around it, sucking gently. It was an unexpected move that took the intimacy up a notch. Trenton’s eyes went wide with surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his tongue flicking against her skin. Lucy felt her own breath catch in her throat, her heart racing. This was definitely not the innocent make-out game she had imagined.

Her gaze flickered over to Luke, who was watching the scene unfold with a hungry expression. His eyes met hers, and she felt a jolt of electricity. His gaze lingered on her, tracing the outline of her body, and Lucy’s cheeks flushed as she realized he was eyeing her up and down with undisguised interest. The vodka had loosened her inhibitions, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the attention. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the growing ache between her legs.

The phone timer went off with a shrill beep, snapping everyone out of their daze. “OOOOHHHHH!” the room chorused, the sound of laughter echoing through the apartment. They all giggled a little, the tension dissipating like the last notes of a song. Sarah pulled her top back up, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with excitement. Trenton leaned back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, his thumb still glistening with Sarah’s saliva.

“Alright, who’s next?” Trenton said, his voice a little hoarse from the previous round.

Brad cleared his throat, his cheeks still a rosy hue from the kiss with Sarah. “I think it’s my turn to ask a question,” he said, his eyes darting over to Chelsea. She beamed back at him, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the excitement of the game.

“Alright, Brad, shoot,” Trenton encouraged with a nudge.

Brad’s eyes locked onto Chelsea, a sly smile playing on his lips as he formulated his question. “Okay, Chelsea, what’s the square root of 64?”

Chelsea’s face contorted in thought, her cheeks reddening as the room grew silent. She knew the answer, but the vodka had muddled her thoughts, turning simple math into a Herculean task. The room held its breath as she paused, her eyes darting around the room, searching for a lifeline. She took a deep breath, hoping to clear the fog. “It’s… it’s…” she stumbled, her voice trailing off.

The moment stretched out like a tightrope, everyone leaning in, waiting for her to fall. And then, she did. “It’s, uh… eight?”

The room burst into laughter, the tension breaking like a dam. Brad’s smile grew even wider, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned back into the couch, his gaze never leaving Chelsea’s. “Well, you know what that means,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “You owe me four minutes of ‘personal time’.”

Chelsea’s eyes widened, the realization of her mistake setting in. She had been so focused on the game, the thrill of the competition, that she hadn’t considered the consequences of her wrong answer. The room grew quiet again, the laughter dying down as Brad’s words hung in the air. She looked at him, her cheeks a brighter shade of red, and nodded slowly.

Brad’s smile grew even more mischievous as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of his gaze made Lucy feel like she was intruding on a private moment. Chelsea took a deep breath and stood up, the room watching her every move with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She walked over to Brad, her hips swaying slightly as she approached him. He looked up at her, his expression a curious blend of excitement and anticipation.

“So, Brad,” she began, her voice a little shaky. “What do you want?”

Brad took a moment, savoring the power he held in his question. Then, with a sly smirk, “I think I’d like a blowjob,” he announced, the room falling silent.

Chelsea’s eyes widened, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down Lucy’s spine. “Is that really what you want?” she teased, her breath warm against Brad’s ear.

The room was so quiet Lucy could hear the rain outside. Brad nodded, his face a mask of excitement and nerves. Chelsea took a step back, her eyes never leaving Brad’s. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the anticipation. Then, with a grace that surprised Lucy, she sank to her knees in front of Brad, her dress pooling around her. The room held its collective breath, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric against the floor.

With a confidence that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, Chelsea unzipped Brad’s pants, her movements slow and deliberate. The fabric parted, revealing Brad’s erection. She took him in her hand, stroking gently, and Lucy watched as Brad’s eyes rolled back in his head. The sight was surprisingly erotic, a sudden jolt of arousal shooting through Lucy’s body. She’d never seen anything like this before, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Chelsea leaned in, her lips parting to reveal a flash of pink tongue. She licked the tip of Brad’s cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin before taking him fully into her mouth. The room was so silent Lucy could hear the soft wet sounds of Chelsea’s mouth working over Brad’s erection. His hands remained on the armrests, his knuckles white as he resisted the urge to grab her hair or guide her. He was letting her take control, and the power dynamics shifted in the room, the tension thick and palpable.

Meanwhile, Lucy’s eyes had drifted over to the corner where Trenton and Sarah had settled. She had meant to avert her gaze from the intimate scene unfolding on the couch, but curiosity had the better of her. She couldn’t help but glance over, and what she saw was equally as shocking. Trenton’s hand had slipped down between Sarah’s thighs, his long fingers gently rubbing her through her pants. Sarah’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her hand mirroring his movements on his crotch, rubbing the obvious bulge in his pants.

The room was a blur around her as Lucy felt the heat rising in her cheeks. She tore her gaze away and looked over at Luke, only to find him watching her with a knowing smirk. Time seemed to stretch and warp around them, the seconds feeling like hours. His eyes were dark, the mischief from earlier replaced with something more… intense. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she couldn’t look away. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, a silent challenge that made her stomach flip.

Finally, Chelsea pulled back from Brad, panting softly. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked around the room with a slightly dazed expression. “Did anyone set a timer?” she asked, her voice hoarse and breathless. The question broke the spell, and everyone burst into laughter, the tension dissipating like mist in the morning sun. Lucy’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t help but laugh along, the absurdity of the situation hitting her like a surprise punchline.

Trenton leaned over to check his phone, his own breathing a little ragged. “We’ll call that long enough,” he announced, his voice a little shaky.

Chelsea rose gracefully from her position on the floor and made her way back to the couch, sitting down with Brad. She took a long, slow sip of her drink, the ice clinking against the glass. Her eyes never left Brad’s, the silent communication between them speaking volumes. Lucy couldn’t help but feel a pang of curiosity about their relationship. Were they just playing along, or was there something more?

The room was still buzzing with excitement when Luke spoke up, his voice cutting through the chatter like a knife through warm butter. “Alright, it’s my turn,” he announced, his eyes on Lucy. “I have a question for you.” The air grew thick with anticipation as he stepped closer to her. She felt a mix of dread and exhilaration, the vodka making her feel both bold and vulnerable.

“What’s the most common phobia in the world?” he asked, his gaze intense.

The question was simple, but the room had become a pressure cooker of erotic tension, and Lucy’s mind had gone blank. She took a wild guess, “Um, heights?”

Luke chuckled, a low, knowing sound that made Lucy’s stomach flip. “Wrong again, Lucy. It’s actually fear of spiders—arachnophobia.” He took a step closer, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

Her heart was racing, her mouth dry as she asked, “What… what do you want as your favor?”

He leaned down, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, “I think I’d like a blowjob too.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she didn’t move for a second. The room felt like it was spinning, and she had to think about what it all meant. Was this just part of the game, or was there something more here? The vodka clouded her thoughts, making it hard to discern reality from desire. She looked up at his eyes, dark with want, and then down to the crotch of his jeans, where a noticeable bulge had formed. Her cheeks flushed with heat, and she couldn’t believe that all she could think about was what his cock was like and how it would feel to suck it. The very idea sent a shockwave through her body, a mix of fear and excitement.

Her hands seemed to move without her, as if they had a mind of their own. Before she knew it, she was unzipping him, her trembling fingers fumbling with the button before finally releasing the tension. She felt his erection pressing against the fabric, hot and insistent. The room was so quiet she could hear the rain outside, the only sound the muffled throb of music coming from a nearby room. She reached into his pants and wrapped her hand around his thick cock, feeling its pulse against her palm. It was a strange sensation, one she had never felt before.

He looked down at her with a mix of surprise and lust, his eyes never leaving hers as she brought it out into the open. The sight of his cock, standing tall and proud, made her mouth water with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never done anything like this before, but something about the situation—the vodka, the game, the atmosphere—made her feel like she could do it. Like it was expected of her.

Her hand was shaking as she wrapped it around him, feeling the warm, velvety skin of his shaft. He was thicker than she had imagined, and the weight of him in her hand made her knees weak. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and leaned in, her eyes never leaving his. She licked the tip, tentative at first, the taste of him salty and slightly bitter. He patiently stood still, letting her explore, not rushing.

Her tongue traced the length of him, feeling the veins pulsing under the skin. It was a strange sensation, one that was both terrifying and thrilling. She took him into her mouth, his cock filling her as she took him deeper, her eyes watering slightly from the effort. She felt his hands in her hair, guiding her, but not pushing, allowing her to set the pace. The sound of his breathing grew heavier, and she knew she was doing it right, even if her mind was racing with doubt.

The vodka had made everything feel so much more intense, her senses heightened, and she could feel every little detail of him against her tongue, the way he swelled in her mouth, the way his hands tightened slightly when she hit just the right spot. She found a rhythm that seemed to work, her head bobbing in time with the music that played in the background, the beat pounding in her ears. The room was a haze of colors and shapes, the only thing clear to her the cock in her mouth and the hands gently holding her head.

But then, she heard it. The whisper that seemed to cut through the noise like a hot knife through butter. “Would you like me to taste you?” The words were barely audible, but they sent a shiver down her spine, making her pause for a moment. She pulled back, looking up at Luke with wide, questioning eyes.

Surprisingly, it was the sight of her roommates that made her decision for her. Sarah was bent over on the other side of the room, her cheek pressed against Trenton’s thigh as she took his cock in her mouth, her eyes closed in concentration. Meanwhile, Chelsea was sprawled out on the opposite couch, her dress hiked up to her waist as Brad buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm that was both shocking and strangely mesmerizing.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and slurped kisses, the smell of sex heavy in the air. It was like watching a live porn scene, but with people she knew, people she lived with, and it was strangely thrilling. Lucy had never felt more alive, more turned on, than she did at that moment. She had always considered herself a prude, but there was something about the situation that was pushing her boundaries in the most delicious way.

Her eyes remained glued to the sight of her roommates, each of them engaged in acts she had only ever read about in the secret books she kept under her bed. Trenton’s moans grew louder as Sarah’s mouth moved faster, his hips writhing in pleasure. Chelsea’s giggles turned to gasps as Brad’s tongue worked magic between her legs. And here she was, kneeling in front of Luke, his cock in her mouth. It was like she was in a trance, unable to tear her eyes away from the erotic dance happening around her.

Finally, she looked back up into Luke’s eyes, the question hanging in the air. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the desire to taste her, to explore her in ways she had never allowed anyone to. She could feel the heat of his stare, the intensity of his want. She can only nod her head slowly, the gesture almost imperceptible, but it was all he needed.

He lowered himself down before her, his knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. His hands were gentle as they pushed her back onto the couch, his movements sure and confident. She felt the cushions give under her weight, the fabric cool against her back as the room spun around her. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin as he pushed her dress up, revealing her black lace panties. The fabric was damp with anticipation, the scent of her arousal filling the space between them.

With a deft flick of his thumbs, he pulled the lace aside, revealing her bare pussy. It was a shockingly intimate moment, but Lucy was too lost in the haze of the vodka and the game to protest. She felt his breath against her, his nose nuzzling closer, inhaling her scent. A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as his tongue darted out, tasting her for the first time.

The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Luke’s tongue was warm and skilled, tracing her folds with a gentle pressure that made her hips jerk involuntarily. She moaned as he found her clit and began to flick it with the tip of his tongue. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she had to fight the urge to just give in and let the orgasm consume her.

Her eyes had drifted shut, lost in the sensation, but as she opened them, she was met with an even more shocking sight. Sarah had peeled her jeans off, leaving her in just her panties and t-shirt, and she was straddling Trenton, facing him, her hips moving in a rhythmic dance as she rode his cock. Lucy watched, her breath catching in her throat as Sarah’s breasts bounced with every movement, her face a picture of pure ecstasy.

The scene was a tableau of desire, and Lucy couldn’t tear her gaze away. Her eyes flicked over to Brad, who had also dropped his pants, and was now laying between Chelsea’s legs, thrusting into her with a fervor that made Lucy’s own body respond. Chelsea looked over at Lucy, her eyes glazed with passion, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The room was a whirlwind of moans and gasps, the couch beneath chelsea vibrating with the force of Brad’s thrusts.

But it was Luke that Lucy watched the closest. His eyes were closed, his mouth moving against her, and she felt a strange mix of jealousy and excitement. She wanted to feel that too, to be consumed by passion like her friends. Her hand moved almost of its own accord, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, and she could feel the connection between them, the unspoken understanding that she was ready to take the plunge.

Without another word, Lucy spread her legs wider, inviting him closer. He took the hint, standing up to get between her legs, his cock now free from his pants, standing proudly before her. She watched as he grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it slowly. The sight was hypnotizing, and she felt a deep ache building within her.

Trenton’s moans grew louder, and she glanced over to see him pumping into Sarah with an animalistic intensity. Chelsea’s legs were wrapped around Brad’s waist as he took her, her nails digging into the couch cushions. The sight of her friends in the throes of passion only served to fuel Lucy’s own desires.

Her hand reached for Luke’s cock, her grip firm and sure, needing him inside her. He leaned in, kissing her deeply, their tongues mingling with the taste of vodka and anticipation. Then, with a groan that seemed to shake the room, he pushed into her. It was a slow, agonizing entry, stretching her wetness and filling her completely. Lucy gasped into his mouth, the sensation so intense it was almost painful.

The room around her was a blur of bodies and sounds, but all Lucy could focus on was the feeling of Luke’s cock sliding in and out of her, the pressure building with every stroke. His hands held onto her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he picked up the pace. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, a crescendo that washed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her in pleasure.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she threw her head back, her moans mingling with the symphony of desire that filled the room. The vodka had removed her inhibitions, and she found herself riding him with an abandon she had never experienced before. She didn’t care who watched, didn’t care about the mess they were making. All that mattered was the delicious friction between their bodies.

The sound of wet slaps filled the air as their bodies collided, the rhythm of their fucking growing more and more erratic. Lucy could feel her climax approaching, a warmth building in her core that seemed to spread to every inch of her body. Her hips bucked wildly, her nails digging into Luke’s back as she tried to get closer, to take him deeper.

And then it hit her—an explosion of pleasure that made her scream out, her body convulsing around his cock. “Yes,” she moaned, the word torn from her chest, “Oh god, yes.” It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a wave of ecstasy that crashed over her and left her trembling in its wake. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rode the crest of her orgasm, her mind a blank canvas of pure sensation.

But it was the sudden warmth that made her eyes pop open. She felt Luke’s cock pulse deep inside her, his warm cum spurting into her pussy. The sensation was unexpected, a delicious shock that sent her hurtling over the edge once more. Her muscles clenched around him, her body desperate to hold onto the feeling of his release, to keep him inside her forever.

The room seemed to spin around her as she rode out her orgasm, the sounds of her roommates’ pleasures fading into the background. She could feel the wetness of him inside her, the sticky warmth that filled her up, and she knew that she had crossed a line, and had enjoyed it.

As she slowly came back to reality, Lucy heard a chuckle from above her. Luke’s eyes were filled with mirth as he leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. “Well,” he murmured against her skin, “I think we’ve officially won the game.”