It was nearly 2:00AM when I returned from the party, slightly drunk still but knowing that I definitely needed to shower before finally sliding into bed. I could still feel the dried seed of several frat boys upon my chest and stomach, which signaled why I needed the shower.
Yet, despite the sex that evening, I still felt horny. While I had thoroughly enjoyed having my body filled to the brim, while I had screamed merrily from the pain of having my hair pulled, while I had cried out loudly as I was roughly spanked before a large cheering audience, I yearned for something softer, something quieter.
The light was on in the dorm room, but my roommate was not to be seen. I did not think much about it as I gathered my things and headed toward the showers, but when I finally entered the shower area, I found my roommate, my sweet Justine.
She was soaking wet, having just finished her own shower. Her long thick purple-dyed hair was unmistakable, cascading down her back to just above her waist. As her eyes befell me, she stopped, and a knowing smile slowly spread across her lips.
"Number seven," she said softly, turning on her heels and retreating to the furthest shower stall.
I quickly undressed and took my small basket of shower supplies with me to the last stall of the row. By the time I arrived, Justine had already turned on the water, and before I could set my small basket upon the ledge, she was holding me, leaning into me, her wet hair and body feeling nice and sensual and soft and feminine after having been rutting with the guys on the other side of campus.
