Daniel Harrison looked at himself in the mirror, having just finished shaving. A handsome man at 34, he never looked his age, which helped him to fit in better amongst the students, and interact with them more on their level. He listened to their music, paid attention to their culture, and generally felt himself a much younger man trapped in the body of someone that grew up too fast.
Unmarried and unattached, he had formed some relationships with a few of the female professors on campus, and one grad student two years ago. But he found himself hungering as of late, for something different. Something hotter, more explosive, than the typical six-month flings with women that always wanted more of him than he was ready to give.
Running his large hands through his sandy blonde hair to muss it up just slightly (the way he always preferred to wear it), he finished dressing in his casual shirt and pants while his mind wandered. He knew why the students of Mason Hall had requested him to be the 'chaperone' of the night. He was familiar with most of them, whether from class or from hanging out in the student center with them. A few of the female students caught his eye once or twice, but he was always carefully neutral, mindful of the campus rules.
Walking over to the residence hall, a small bottle of vodka in his jacket pocket, he realized that the party was already in full swing, the sounds of music and laughing drifting down through the treeline. He looked upward to the windows that faced his direction, some of them lit with lamplight, others dark. He felt his steps falter as he noticed a silhouette against the curtains in the corner window of the third floor.
It was the figure of woman. A voluptuous one at that! His groin stirred to life as he stood on the walkway, his head turned upward, eyes glued to the image. She was obviously getting dressed... he could see her putting on a button-up shirt. Tearing his green eyes from the sight, he smirked to himself.
Every year, Daniel learned all the dorm rooms' occupants by hall and number; it was a challenge to him, even with his photographic memory. He knew that particular dorm room belonged to Paul Stephens. Looking up again, he saw the waves of hair in silhouette around the figure's shoulders. Then, he saw a larger figure, one of a man, kissing the woman, then leaving.
He knew that woman's figure anywhere. Bridgette Anderson. She had been seen with Paul on more than one occasion, and Daniel himself had spent the last several months in private study of the 19 year old's fantastic anatomy.
She did not have him for any classes, though she had appeared in the hallway outside his classroom once, obstensibly to wait on a girlfriend. But Paul had found her barely dressed. She had been wearing a short yellow dress, one that barely covered her full, freckled breasts, and was so short that if she had leaned over, her ass would have been revealed. She remained long after Daniel had left, but Daniel always told himself that when he had felt her eyes burning onto his back as he walked away, that he had imagined the whole thing.
Finally stirring when voices from the porch called his name, he smiled and walked into the dorm house, laughing with all the students while they showed off their costumes. Most of them were of the same variety. He noted them all as he made his way through the house, and to a spot near the bottom of the staircase. Fairies, witches, animals, horror movie icons and pirates, to name a few.
Motion from the staircase caught his eyes, and Daniel looked up to see Paul Stephens descending into the main room, pirate hat in hand, and a smug, satisfied smile on his face. Their eyes met, and Paul nodded to Daniel. "Mmmhmm," Daniel thought to himself, fighting down the urge to moan, when he realized what he had witnessed in the window had been the last moments Paul and Bridgette spent together after having sex.
His mind drifted again, the noise of the party almost unheard as he remembered coming to the dorm house, some weeks before, looking for Paul...
He had gone upstairs, heading for Paul's room. It was the middle of the day on a Saturday, and most of the dormitory's student occupants were either in the Student Center, or elsehwere, because the hallways were mostly empty. As he was ready to knock on Paul's door, he heard a thud against it.
Standing there for a moment, he was ready to knock again when he heard the passioned sounds of a woman from the other side of the door. He heard scraping, jostling.. he looked down and saw shadows up against the door. Stepping to the side, he could not stop himself from listening to the goings-on inside.
