Alba was so shaken by her encounter with the professor that she got all the way home before realizing that she hadn't spoken to him about her test. She'd have to go back the next day. She smiled. Too bad.
Alba shared a dorm room with Abby, and she paused outside. With Abby's constant stream of boyfriends, it was easy to walk in on her in the middle of private time. Abby could hear moans through the door, but there was no thong on the handle, so Abby was probably just watching porn.
Still, she opened the door carefully and peeked in. Abby was sprawled on her stomach, in her panties. No bra, but her breasts were hidden by the comforter she was lying on.
"Come in," she said, when she saw Alba. "It's just getting to the good part."
Alba entered and closed the door behind her quickly, as the moans increased in volume. With the camera angle and the tangle of limbs, it took a moment to make out what was happening. But the camera pulled back, and Alba could see a man pounding a woman behind as said woman had her face buried between another woman's thighs.
"Tom wants to have a threesome. I'm just doing research," Abby said with a grin.
Alba laughed. Abby had started doing this sort of research long before she started dating Tom. Alba's nipples couldn't help but pebble at the moaning noises, and she flashed back to the professor's office.
She turned to see Abby watching her with a cat-canary expression. She reached over to her nightstand and pulled out a double-sided dildo. "Shall we?"
"You're insatiable," Alba said. Before her interaction with Troy, Alba had been happy with a once-a-week, scheduled masturbation session.
On the other hand, Abby hadn't been happy with an orgasm per day since they started college. She wasn't picky about her partners, either. As long as they could make her come, she'd let them.
Alba was starting to understand why. With the Troy incident still fresh in her brain, and whatever was left of the professor's jizz dried on the inside of her thigh, Regina was on the prowl for another orgasm.
"Mmm..." Abby murmured. She rose up on her knees, displaying her full round breasts and pink nipples. "I know that look. Did Troy follow you back to school?"
Alba dropped her books onto her bed. "No," she said, removing her still-soaked underwear. She slipped off her cardigan and ran her hands over her breasts. The wet circles that the professor had left on her button-down shirt looked dry but were damp to the touch. Her nipples puckered even more as she ran her hands over them.
She turned back to Abby, who was waiting with a grin and the dildo. Alba smiled and walked over to her friend, running her friends over Abby's nipples, and giving one a tweak. "I went to see my professor and he was in the middle of -"
