Partially inspired by my own time at university, this is the story of two friends who embark on a series of increasingly daring adventures. Any comments or feedback are much appreciated, hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Six -- Revenge
'Of course we can.'
Half an hour later and the pair stumbled out of the bathroom dripping water everywhere as they went. Jericho had tucked himself back into his sodden clothing and was wiping the drips from his eyes, whilst Holly strode carefree down the hall still au naturel, her discarded clothes bundled under an arm.
'Holls, your room is this way.' Jericho watched as she walked off in the wrong direction, towards the communal kitchen.
'I'm thirsty, come on.' She walked through the door and Jericho followed. He was still pretty drunk but the shock of being dragged into the shower had knocked some sense back into him, and so he could acknowledge that what they were doing was a very bad idea. Inside Holly went straight to the fridge and found a carton of orange juice which she began chugging, leaning unabashedly against the counter. 'Damn this metal is cold.'
Jericho laughed as he poured out a glass of water at the sink. 'You not freezing yet? You're still soaked.'
'No... it feels nice actually,' Holly jumped up and sat back on the countertop, her eyes widening slightly as her legs hit the cool surface. 'Kind of refreshing.'
Jericho walked over and she widened her legs to welcome him in, letting him caress her thighs as he leant into her body, before tucking her hair behind her ears and giving her a kiss.
'You taste of oranges.'
'Surprise surprise.'
'Ready for bed yet?'
'Urgh I don't know, I still have this crazy energy. The club, then the hall and the shower, it's addicting. I just don't want it to end...' Her fingers once again drifted down to his trousers.
'And yet,' said Jericho, gently reaching down and taking her hands away from their target, 'end it must. Come on, you've already scarred Jess for life tonight, I think we should cut our losses before anyone else comes.'
'But wouldn't it be hot,' this time Holly reacted by bringing one of Jericho's fingers into her mouth and giving it a long seductive suck. 'to do it here in the kitchen as well? Then we've only got the corridor and the laundry room to conquer...'
'I think that's the alcohol talking...'
'Or is it your subconscious just absolutely loving the idea...' Now Holly grabbed his hands and pressed them onto her breasts, rubbing them as she looked up and gazed into his eyes.
'God you're impossible...' Jericho was so nearly convinced but one crazy risky fuck was enough for him, at least for that night. Holly might not be phased about getting caught in the act but he wasn't as gung-ho, and the idea of someone else coming in for a late night snack filled him with dread. So instead he leant forwards and grabbed Holly around the waist, hugging her tight as he then swung her up over his shoulder which pushed her butt into the air.
'Oh my god Jay, put me down.' Holly playfully wrestled and kicked her legs in protest as she was carried upside down back out into the hall. 'This is so unfair, just because you're bigger than me.'
'Hush now.' Jericho gave her a cheeky slap on the arse as he fished for his keys, then unlocked his door and carefully eased Holly back down onto her feet. He turned to his closet and chucked her a towel as the two finally began to dry off after their trip to the bathroom. Holly quickly threw hers to the ground and leapt into bed, and Jericho soon finished stripping off his clothes and jumped in with her.
'Oh wow.' Holly looked down and giggled. 'The water must have been cold, bless you.'
'What?' Jericho scoffed indignantly. 'I mean yeah, I'm freezing, don't make me feel bad.'
Holly snorted and pecked his blushing cheeks with her lips. 'Don't worry big boy, I can cure a little shrinkage.' With that she theatrically threw up the covers into the air and disappeared beneath them, still laughing to herself as she bent down and tenderly took Jericho in his entirety straight into her mouth. Safe to say her methods proved effective and he was soon back to full fighting strength, ready for another exhausting round two which sent them both into a deep sleep the moment it was over.
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Thankfully the next morning was a Saturday and the two lovers slept in late until Holly was woken by a splitting headache.
'Jesus...' She rolled over to find that her water bottle was empty and groaned. Jericho was still passed out next to her and she tugged down the duvet to reveal his bare arse to see if that elicited a response. It did not, so she gave his butt an appreciative squeeze then got up and went through his closet until she found a hoodie that was long enough to cover her up. She pulled it on and peered out the door to check that no one was about, then wandered down to the kitchen. Inside she found Diego and Jessica, both dressed in casual nightwear and also looking a bit fragile.
'Morning guys.'
'Holly it's half past one.' Diego smiled as he sipped from his mug of coffee, but Jessica just glanced up at Holly then looked away again quickly. 'You feeling rough too?'
'Just a little...' Holly went over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water, chugging half of it before she turned back towards the other two. Suddenly she was hit with an intense flashback, a vivid image of her sitting on the very counter that Diego was currently leaning on, dragging Jericho towards her, trying to get him undressed...
'Holly?' She was jolted back into reality by her flatmate's voice.
'Sorry?' She had no idea what he'd been saying, her brain had not started working yet.
'I was saying what happened to you guys last night? We thought you left early, we couldn't find you.'
'Oh right. No we were still there but we must have lost you. Jess came to find us though, luckily, I don't know how long we'd have stayed otherwise.'
Jessica wasn't engaging in the conversation and she ignored the mention of her name as she poured out a fresh cup of tea, before excusing herself as she quietly left the room.
'She ok?' Holly asked as the door clicked shut, putting two slices of bread into the toaster.
'Yeah?' Diego moved over to sit down at the table. 'Seemed fine to me. So you got a taxi back with her, and Jerry?'
'Yep.' As Holly made herself some breakfast they chatted about their night out, laughing as they jogged each other's memories about the drunken messes they'd all been. 'What happened to that girl you were making out with, anything going on there?'
'No,' Diego stretched his arms over his head. 'She disappeared at some point, and to be honest by then I was struggling to see clearly.'
'Haha, fair enough. Can I use some of your peanut butter by the way, I'm out?'
'Sure, top shelf. And what about you Holly, is that a guy's jumper I see? Did you hook up with someone?'
Shit, thought Holly, I'll have to tell Jay not to wear this one anymore, Diego might recognise it and put two and two together.
'God no, this is from home, from an old boyfriend. Guys' hoodies make the comfiest pyjamas you know.' She texted Jericho as she spoke, to see if he was awake yet.