After I finished class for the day, I went to the campus gym. Normally I hate working out but I've managed to find some extra motivation lately. I did my normal routine, spending thirty minutes on the treadmill before moving onto one of the resistance machines to work my legs. Nothing too strenuous but I worked up a nice sweat. In fact, working up a sweat was the main reason I was there. When the work out was over, I sent a text, then stretched a bit. I smiled when I got the answer then left the gym. I grabbed my bag from the locker room, but I didn't bother showering or changing.
I walked across campus to one of the dorm towers and got into the elevator. There were a couple of other people in there with me, and based on their reactions I could tell they could smell the gym on me, but they probably assumed I was heading to my room for a shower rather than showering at the gym. They were wrong, but that wasn't any of their business. I got off on the eighth floor, and walked down to a room near the end of the hall.
The door was unlocked as I knew it would be so I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. I looked around the room, but nothing had changed since the last time I was there. There was a small study desk and chair, a few posters on the walls and a door to the toilet and shower that it shared with the room beside it. There was a single bed, and Karen was sitting on the edge of it, fidgeting.
Karen was a cute little girl, straight out of highschool in a small town, here to study nursing. I had met her at one of the LGBTQ nights on campus. She had just come out of the closet, able to explore now that she was away from home. We became friends, but I didn't think too much of it until one night after a few too many beers at the campus bar she confessed some of her kinkier fantasies. Since then I'd been coming by once or twice a week. We weren't dating, but I knew how she liked to be used.