Hi everyone, I apologize that it took me so long to write this second story. I have been crazy busy but I promise to upload a lot more regularly from now on. Let me know if you want to see a sequel to this story (or the last one).
As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.
Enjoy the read and keep in mind that this is fiction!
x Blue Poppy
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The day had been exhausting. Noah was sitting on his bed in his dorm, blankly staring at the wall, sweating. He was the quarterback of the college's football team and this afternoon had been one of the biggest losses this season. Noah's college was small to the point where it could have been a high school, but the football team had been able to hold their own against the big colleges from the area. Until today.
Granted, several players were out on injury and weren't able to play, but they still should have been able to give some counter. The game was essentially 4 quarters of running around pointlessly and getting touchdown after touchdown scored against them. Coach had been furious and Noah couldn't blame him. After the verbal beating they all had received, the team hadn't been in the mood for getting together after the game, so they had all retreated into their respective dorms.
With a groan, Noah lifted himself up from his mattress, already feeling the soreness of his muscles. He grabbed his towel and shampoo, then wandered down the hallway to the shared bathrooms to shower. Immediately after entering the bathroom it became clear to him that someone was having sex in one of the shower stalls. Noah could hear a girl moaning repeatedly and some guy grunting in irregular intervals. With a sigh, Noah picked the stall that was farthest away from the couple und turned on the shower. As the water rained down on his head, Noah started contemplating his own sex life.
He had broken up with his last girlfriend about 7 months back, and since then hadn't gotten any action. Not like he wouldn't have been able to; he was the quarterback after all. So his abstinence, of sorts, was his own decision. For some reason, the more time he spent hanging out with the co-eds around campus, the more he found them to be annoying and immature. Sure, they were around his age, but they were lacking something. So Noah had politely turned all of them down, which at least earned him a respectable reputation as whatever the opposite of a "fuckboy" was.
The moans in the other stall became louder and Noah tried to drown out the noise by letting the water cascade down his ears. It didn't really work. He began to lather up and as he was rinsing his dick he thought of
her
.
She
, was Noah's economics teacher. It was a required class for freshmen, but his counsellor had repeatedly messed up his scheduling so here he was, having to take it as a senior. It was weird to sit in a classroom full of freshmen, and the class wasn't particularly fun either, but she made it worth the effort. Mrs. McCutcheon was everything those co-eds weren't. She was mature, elegant, and witty, with the body of a woman ten years younger. To be fair, Noah didn't really know how old Mrs. McCutcheon was, but he guessed her to be in her mid-forties. Again, her looks betrayed her age. Her shoulder length hair was a beautiful color of brown and she wore it down in curls most of the time. Her style was elegant just like herself and Noah admired the way her body shaped her clothes, every time he saw her. Her body didn't show any signs of aging, and neither did her face, really, expect for a few small lines around her eyes and mouth.
As mentioned before, Noah's university was a small university, the professors and the students knew each other well and classes were relatively small, so Noah had been able to have a few 1-on-1 conversations with Mrs. McCutcheons and she acknowledged him to be one of her better students. As a professor she was great, which made an otherwise boring class bearable, with her throwing in a few jokes here and there and being relaxed when it came to assignments.
Noah was brought back to reality by a loud moan from the girl in the other shower and noticed that his dick has grown considerably while thinking of Mrs. McCutcheon. He scolded himself for lusting after a married woman, whom he would never have a chance with anyway, and turned on the cold water to make his erection disappear. He would masturbate later, for right now he wanted to get out of the bathroom; the couple was still going at it. Noah almost admired their stamina.
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Later that night, two of the other football players along with their girlfriends showed up in Noah's room. They had all digested the game in one way or another (cough cough booze) and were now trying to cheer him up. Each one of them was carrying some form of alcohol in their hands.
"How about we play spin the bottle?"
The suggestion by Tom, one of the wide receivers, was met with a few laughs.
"Like in middle school?", his girlfriend Natalie giggled.
"Well it would obviously be more adult," Tom replied, rolling his eyes.
"While I'm sure that would be a lot of fun for you guys, I don't have anyone to fool around with," Noah replied.
Tom rolled his eyes. "And whose fault is that? Honestly, I don't understand you man, I'd go crazy if I went even a week without getting some." He pinched Natalie's butt, which earned him a light slap on the shoulder.
"But seriously, we'll figure something out to make the game fun for you as well, Noah," Trish, the other girl, said.
Noah reluctantly agreed to play but silently wished for his roommate to return from his vacation, as Mark, being the model student that he was, would surely ask the group to leave and then Noah could go to bed . Just as they had all sat down, the building's tornado siren started blaring, making everyone wince.
"Fuck, they announced something about a weather warning on the news, I think, but why does it have to happen now??", Tom whined.
"Relax Tom, we can just stay here, you know we don't all fit in the basement anyways, we'll just move my closet in front of the window and we'll be fine. It's not like anyone checks to see if we're in here anyways," Noah replied.
The others knew he was right. Even though protocol said that everyone in the dorms should go down to the basement and get away from windows, some students stayed in their rooms since no one wanted to be crammed in a hallway with at least 300 other students. The RA's took note of this, but most were fine with this rule breaking; the students were adults and would make their own decision anyway.
The siren stopped after a few minutes and the group decided to start playing. At first everyone was picking "truth", as the game usually goes, and after confessing secret crushes, the craziest place they had had sex at, and if they'd ever done anal, the "dare" option was starting to get picked more and more. The bottles of alcohol, the others had brought with them, were simultaneously getting emptier and emptier.
"I dare you to pour cold water over Trish's shirt," Tom's girlfriend challenged him.
After a quick look to see if she wasn't joking, Tom grabbed a bottle of water from Noah's mini fridge and splashed the water at Trish's chest. Trish, of course, squealed, and her nipples hardened visibly. The rest of the group laughed and Trish's boyfriend, Stan, didn't seem to mind. Noah didn't find it particularly funny, but he could appreciate the good mood that built up and he laughed along with others. The dares slowly got sexier, and soon the couples were almost completely undressed. Noah had, however, stuck with answering questions since he didn't want to make out with another guy's girlfriend or something similar.
After about half an hour, there was a sudden knock at the door. The girls shrieked and tried to get their shirts back on while the guys didn't seem too panicked and remained seated in their underwear.
"Come in!" Noah yelled. Then his throat went dry when he saw who was at the door.
"Mrs. McCutcheon!" Tom shouted in surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Seems I interrupted quite the party," Mrs. McCutcheon replied with raised eyebrows. "To answer your question, I was just downstairs at the front desk of your dorm to drop something off, and then the siren went off. SOMEHOW I let myself get talked into checking the dorms- not that that is in any part of my job description- to make sure everyone was in the basement
*cough*
where they're supposed to be, apparently." She sternly looked at the group as she said that last part.
