When I woke up the next morning, Jaxx was sprawled on his bed with the twins passed out on top of him, all naked and uncovered. I tried to avoid looking, but if I'm being honest, snuck more than a few looks at the girl's shapely, naked bodies and exposed and raw holes, still marked with cum from Jaxx's exploits. More magnetic was Jaxx's cock, thick and dark. I was amazed that it was still half-hard after the work he had put in on the girls, and even like this it dwarfed my shameful little penis. My nub twitched, but I had resolved to make better choices today, so I quickly turned away and got ready to go out without looking back again.
I was pleased I had left the room before they woke up, so I set off about my day with renewed enthusiasm. There were introduction meetings and orientation sessions organised all throughout the day for groups and clubs of all sorts, and I had a careful schedule of the ones I wanted to attend.
The day rolled along smoothly, although I was constantly aware of a slight feeling of shame, like someone was watching who knew all about my pathetic behavior yesterday. I kept my head down in the meetings and stayed to myself, but I couldn't help but be paranoid when two people nearby whispered to each other, think of Jaxx's booming, mocking chuckles chasing me down a hallway when I heard a laugh behind me.
What pulled my eyes from the floor, however, was thankfully unrelated to Jaxx. In the first meeting of the day, a model political organisation, I briefly noticed a girl that stood out from the rest of the college crowd. She had a tight black low-cut top on, with some hard to read band logo on it, and black skin leggings. She was skinny, without much of an ass to speak of, but had a big pair of tits, double-d's at least, exaggerated by the revealing top. Her top lip was pierced with a small stud, and when I saw her talk to someone, I think I spotted a tongue piercing glimmer inside her mouth. Her long, dark black hair was hanging freely down her back, and a swathe of it had been dyed purple, completing her rebellious look. When I first spotted her, I only noticed in passing, caught by her attractive looks but too discouraged to even dream. But then I saw her in an environmental organisation breakfast. And again in a mixed pop choir sampler concert. As the day went on I seemed to see her more and more frequently, and found myself trying to anticipate where she might sit, or waiting till she arrived, so I could find a seat that she might notice me from. She didn't, but I was happy enough to watch her from afar. From a brief conversation between her and a friend, I learned her name was Natalie. As the internet might say, I was head over heels for my would-be big toddy goth girlfriend. By the time I headed to one of the nearby cafeteria buildings, I had completely forgotten about my embarrassment yesterday.
That is, until I saw Jaxx. As I swiped into the caf and entered the large hall, my eyes were immediately drawn to Jaxx, holding court at a table populated by attractive girls and a few other obvious football players I didn't recognise. He was speaking animatedly, and the table was hanging on his words in between roars of laughter. He hadn't noticed me, or didn't seem to, so I skulked along a wall towards the food options, trying to hide behind other groups and tables. Grabbing food, I hurried to the far side of the room with my head fucked, sitting down alone at a the end of a table filled with a few different small groups and some empty chairs.
When I next looked up, Aurora was directly in front of me. Today she had a red dress on, which matched her red lipstick and nails; she looked gorgeous, as always. I briefly flashed back to my dream, her on her knees covered in a layer of cum and more pouring on from above. Then I realized she was walking right towards me, and smiling apologetically. "Hey Sam! Can I sit down? I need to talk to you..."
My mouth was full of food, so I awkwardly stammered for a moment before simply nodding and gesturing to the chair opposite me while trying my hardest to chew quickly. She sat down and pretended to not notice my fumbling inability to even eat with confidence, launching into the topic on both our minds.
"Look I'm sorry that you had to see that the other day. Jaxx can be a handful sometimes... But you know that right? He told me you went to the castle party last night." More than a handful, if we were being honest. Then I realized she had mentioned the party. How much had he told her? Does that mean she knew he fucked other girls? Does that mean she knew he let me watch? She continued, "I know we weren't exactly close in high school... Maybe because of some of the ways I treated you..." she offered me another apologetic smile. "But I'm so glad there's someone else from high school here at college. I think we need to hold on to that! Maybe we could hang out sometime? Talk about our summers?" My mind flashed back to Jaxx's description of their summer adventures. What was it he had quoted her as saying? 'Jaxx fill my pussy up with your steaming cum?' My penis twitched at the memory of Jaxx describing her depraved language, and I was lost for words for a moment as Aurora stared expectantly at me. "Uhh... yeah. Yeah hang out, I'd like that." I stuttered dumbly. There was a brief moment of silence afterwards, as if Aurora expected something more from me—but I just sat, a little overwhelmed by her presence face to face, so close to the total destruction of my fantasies about her.
"Okay then, cool!" She stood up with a cheery smile, her beautiful white teeth flashing against the red in her outfit. "I'll get your number from Jaxx and text you sometime, huh? Muah!" she mocked blowing me a kiss with girlish enthusiasm, and turned to walk away across the cafeteria, swaying her hips hypnotically as she went. Eyes glued to her, I almost missed the fact that she was walking straight towards Jaxx, who had his eyes on me and her, and was smiling that annoying fucking smirk in my direction. When she reached his table, she fell into his lap, and he whispered in her ear. She laughed and said something back to him, and he turned back to the group and made a joke while Aurora picked at his plate of food, still on his lap. I couldn't shake the feeling they were talking about me, even though none looked at me.
A few minutes later, I watched as Natalie left the cafeteria. Her ass wasn't as round as Aurora's, but you could tell it was fit in her leggings, and she walked with an attitude that made me want to follow in her tracks, hoping she would give me even the smallest bread crumb of attention. Little to my knowledge then, Jaxx was watching me again, and saw my dumb-faced, slack-jawed expression as I eye-fucked Natalie from across the cafeteria.
After Natalie's exit, I decided I was finished, and went back to my room. Jaxx didn't come back to the room, and when I decided the coast was clear, I couldn't resist the urge to find Natalie online. A quick search found some pictures and video of her from a party, dancing provocatively in a revealing 'alternative' outfit. I spent that afternoon like I had the previous one, beating my meat and trying not to think about my pride, hoping that Jaxx might decide to spend the night elsewhere, and I could actually sleep through the night.
Later that evening, my hopes were dashed. I once again heard Jaxx's voice, loud and resounding, in the hallway outside our door, mixed with two other loud, giggling voices. I thought I had left the door ajar for a moment before they opened the door and I realized why I could hear them so clearly. They were drunk—one of the girls was loudly "singing" (it was more like shouting) WAP as she danced into the room. "From tha top, make it drop, that's MY wet ass pussy! Get a bucket and a mop for MY wet ass pussy!!" Each time she replaced 'some' with 'my' she laughed at her own joke like it was funny. From the expression on Jaxx's face, it had been a theme of the night. But as he would later explain to me; 'you don't fuck personality.' The girl had a tight white spaghetti strap top on, which had fallen down in the front to reveal the pink lingerie-style bra she was wearing underneath. Her skirt was a reasonable length, but matched the colour and tightness of her top, so you could see the outline and a hint of the colour of matching pink panties underneath it. A big colourful button that read "18 A.F." was pinned to her shirt. Her hair was platinum blonde hair, but you could see roots exposed as more a dark brunette. Despite being something of a butter-face, and her horrible singing, I immediately knew why Jaxx had brought her to 001; every movement she made set her chest and ass to jiggling like she was in an earthquake. As I saw that, curiosity about what Jaxx was going to do to her flashed through my mind, and my jealousy made my penis twitch involuntarily. As she sang, she began mock grinding on Jaxx—which quickly turned to real grinding when he closed the door behind her and stuck his tongue down her mouth, thankfully stopping her singing.
