Samuel J. Roland was 19 years old and the youngest in his family he had an older brother and an older sister. His sister Rose, 28, was in Europe doing 'charity work' which Sam and his older brother Toby knew was a code for having as much sex as possible. Toby who was 24 was currently dating a beautiful girl named Stacy. Sam, Stacy and Toby attended Yale University both boys on a scholarship and Stacy because her father was a rich alumni. The three of them shared a flat off campus together. Sam who had just gotten out of a three year relationship with his high school sweetheart was heartbroken and had been moping around the flat for days not paying attention to his flatmates. He had no idea that his current lethargy would change his life....forever.
Sam woke up on the couch where he had fallen asleep watching home videos again, the coffee table and floor were littered with beer cans and pizza boxes. Sam was a good looking young man with messy brown hair that wasn't short or long, his facial features would have been described by girls as outrageously good looking though his brown eyes were now red from lack of sleep and he had a messy stubble growing. He had an athlete's body due to him being the star quarterback of his high school football team. He was dressed in a stained white shirt with pajama bottoms and a fuzzy robe. Sam sat on the couch for a while rubbing his eyes and massaging his head. His brother Toby and his girlfriend Stacy walked into the living room.
"Sam?" Toby asked. Sam didn't respond oblivious to other sounds. Toby was an older version of Sam except with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes.
"He's delicate Toby, leave him be." Stacy said. Stacy could have been mistaken for Rachel Bilson. She looked almost exactly like her except with a somewhat leaner body and bigger breasts.
"Yeah I guess, it kills me to see him this way."
"You're a good brother." Stacy kissed his cheek.
"Well I better get to class."
"Go be a lawyer, hon. I'm going to take a shower."
"Dang, just when I have to go to class." Toby said mischievously.
"GO!" Stacy laughed. After Toby had left Stacy knelt on one knee next to Sam she and Sam had known each other for five or six years, longer than she had been dating Toby though she was Toby's age and older than Sam. Sam had been her confidant they had worked together at a retail store once and had been friends since when she met his brother they started dating.
"Sam, pal?" she said nudging him, he said nothing continuing to massage his head. Stacy sighed she stood up heading for the shower.
Stacy stood in her bra and panties waiting for the water to heat up. When steam could be seen she pulled her panties down, revealing a clean shaven pussy with a small landing strip, she ran a finger down her clit before unhooking her bra, as it fell off it revealed perfect 36 C breasts with brown stiff nipples, Stacy giggled as she squeezed them together. Stacy was a fan of masturbation no matter how satisfied she was by Toby she would double-click her mouse two or three times a day she did it in the showers so as to not upset Toby. As she stepped into the shower she brought her hand down to her pussy thinking about how she had been fucked like a whore last night she could still feel Toby's 8 inch cock ramming into her as he held her against the wall holding her forearms up. Stacy began.
Outside the bathroom, Sam stood up for the first time in two days, he had to take a mad piss scratching his crotch he made his way almost zombie-like towards the bathroom unaware that Stacy was in there.
