Simon's only response to her was one of silence as he slowly rolled out of bed and rose to his feet. Daisy let her sleep hazed eyes follow his back until it disappeared into the darkness of the bathroom and the door shut closed behind him. Ronnie let out another grunt as he continued to gently push at her slick pocket with his withering erection. Once he'd had his fill he pulled out and rolled off of her, allowing Daisy the opportunity of bring the back of her thighs back down to the mattress. With her belly soaked in a thin sheen of seminal fluid Daisy didn't spend much time reacclimating herself to the comfort of this position. Instead she rolled herself out of bed and made out straight for the bathroom door.
Pushing open the barrier, Daisy stepped inside of the bathroom and found Simon pulling back the shower door. He was all set to start twisting at the hot and cold knobs when the sound of the door shutting at his back distracted him. Simon turned to see a wet bellied Daisy making a reach for one of the hanging towels.
"Sorry about waking you," she said as she went about wiping up the spill.
"Don't worry about it," Simon replied, turning to face her. "I was needing to get up anyway."
"Well it looks like you accomplished that," Daisy said, dropping her eyes down to the front of the boxer shorts that he had slept in. Simon did the same and lent eyes to the mountainous protrusion that he could already feel straining against the thin layer of fabric. "What, you two running on the same cycle now?"
Simon gave a small chuckle at the comment as he lifted his eyes back up to her. "Yeah. I was kinda planning on taking care of that here in a little while."
"Did you want some help?" Daisy said, dropping the towel down to the floor at her feet.
"I wouldn't complain," he answered.
He watched the stark naked young woman standing alone in the bathroom with him shift in her position and gracefully stride across the floor in the direction of the sink. The sheer fluidity of motion that her body took on as she stepped so lightly was enough to achingly stretch out the width of his throb ridden hard-on a few millimeters more. Simon moved after her soaking in every inch of her bared flesh until Daisy finally reached the sink counter and spun to face him.
Leaning back against the shelf, she placed her palms down on the counter beside her hips and gave a push; hoisting her backside up onto the seat. Parting her knees as Simon moved into place between her thighs, Daisy shifted forward until a large portion of the weight of her lower body was being supported by the cradle that Simon fashion with his arms to take up the underside of her legs. Reaching a hand down toward his waist, Daisy pushed the elastic band of his boxer shorts down until she had both the rod jutting up towards her and the hanging sac that lingered beneath it freed from its restraint.
Cupping his ball bag, she gave its payload a quick fondling before moving her hand up along his heated shaft. She wrapped her fingers around it and started on a quick series of strokes. Simon continued to stare down at the mesmerizing sight of her hand moving across his stone piece as she held the drooling end of the swelled bulb just in front of the mouth of her glistening, gaping slit. Daisy tugged at his cock and Simon shoved his hips forward. She let out a moan and his eyelids lowered shut as his codpiece hit against her parted folds and slid up her pipe with ease, stretching out the walls of her passage as it sank in to the hilt.
Daisy threw her arms up over Simon's shoulders as the force of his continued thrusts began to jostle her body around. Prying his eyelids apart, Simon let out another groan as he soaked in the sight of his rigid tool slipping through the moist curtain of lips. Speeding up its motions caused his groans to grow louder.
"In or out?" he said to Daisy as she panted in his arms.
She rubbed her hand up the side of his face and pressed her temple against his on the other side of his head as she joined him in his viewing. "Fuck," she gasped out. "In. Keep it in."
Simon began to thump his pelvis harder against hers as Daisy's whining vocals voiced her approval. When the pumping motion of his cock coax her over into orgasm Daisy flexed her cavern just hard enough to pull the first gush of fluid out into her body. It was quickly followed up by several more showers of spray that Simon greeted with an elongated groan of satisfaction. Once his piece was done draining Simon drug the flaccid mass out of her soaking slit and slowly eased her feet back down to the bathroom floor.
"You want in on this shower?" he asked her.
"That's alright," Daisy said, running her hands down the front of his chest before stepping around him. "You go ahead. I'm going back to bed."
Simon pushed his shorts the rest of the way down his legs until he was able to step out of them; all the while keeping his eyes trained on Daisy's stout posterior as she opened the bathroom door and stepped through.
Daisy kept company with Simon and a small crowd of his friends in the parking lot in front of his dormitory. Sitting on the front hood of one of their cars, she listened to them all joke and laugh as they went about their casual socialization. She had been all but obliged to join them in a round or two of laughter. At least until she was able to make out Ronnie's picture heading up the sidewalk toward the front entrance of the building. Afterwards Daisy slowly began to lose interest in everything in her immediate circle of awareness.
She stared in his direction, carefully studying his form as he neared the entrance doors. She watched him until she saw his walk slow to a stop and his line of sight turn towards her. For one fleeting moment the two of them held each others stare. His walk started up again and Daisy kept her vigil until she saw him vanish into the building. Not long after that she hopped down from the hood of the car and started out for the doors.
Daisy shoved open the dorm room door and found Ronnie inside lying back on his bed. He'd already lost his Wunderlend blazer and tie and had twisted loose the buttons on the front of his dress shirt for a more semi casual, relaxed look to go with his positioning on the bed. With his back propped up on the small stack of pillows resting beneath him he held the textbook that he was flipping through just beneath his white T-shirt covered chest as he read.
Daisy leaned back against the door and slammed it closed just hard enough to force Ronnie's eyes up from the pages he skimmed over and turn them in her direction. After exchanging a quick moment's worth of a silent glare Daisy locked the door and started over in his direction. Moving around the foot of the bed over to his left, she watched his eyes drop back down away from her and drift back to the textbook. She made a rough handed grab for his ankle, reacquiring his attention again.
"What the hell are you doing!?!" Ronnie said, jerking his leg back away from her.
Maintaining her grip on his limb, Daisy snatched his leg back towards her and made a clawing swipe and the laces in his footwear. "Get your fucking shoes off the bed," she said to him, taking up the heel of his shoe and forcefully prying it away from his foot.
