Paula
As the cool winter's night deepened from twilight, a flowing mist rose up from the cobbled streets, rising ever higher until the ancient city's gothic spires were wreathed in it. The city appeared to be waiting for the sun to rise and bring it back to life once more. No sound permeated the mist. The few figures moving along the streets were as shadows. Silent, solitary, silhouettes flitting between buildings. Anyone looking down from above would deem the place devoid of life and feeling.
As with all things though, there is always more going on underneath the surface.
Life, warmth, passion all fill the little room at St Philomena's college. Paula moaned in delight as her secret girlfriend slipped her hand over her midriff and down towards its sensual destination. As always when those furtive knocks came at her door her heart had began to pound in her chest so loudly that she could have sworn their erotic little rendezvous was going to be discovered before it had even begun. Eagerly she had dragged the other woman inside, where they had wasted no time in diving straight into making out on her bed. Paula had been thinking of Diane all day, getting more and more worked up as she had to sit by her in lectures but not touch. Now she needed to make those thoughts manifest. To feel her. To taste her. To love her. Paula playfully pushed Diane onto her back, raising the other woman's hands above her head and pinning them there. Diane may have been the stronger of the two, but like this, she was putty in her hands. Paula leaned forward to plant a deep kiss on her lover's lips. As she did, she felt hands running down her already bare back, hooking in the waistband of her pyjama shorts and pulling them down off of her toned ass. She smiled.
"My, my baby you are eager for me tonight, ripping all of my clothes off of me..."
Diane raised her head to continue the kiss but stopped as she processed the words. For a moment, Paula paused too, as she looked up to where her hand still pinned both of Diane's in place. There was no way that she could have taken them off of her. Different rationales ran through her mind, maybe they had just fallen off? None of the answers quite made sense though. She wasn't able to ponder these thoughts for long as she felt fingers that must have somehow been Diane's teasing her already oversensitive pussy. She collapsed forward as that much-needed pleasure flooded her body. She'd been aching to be touched all day, and now here it was. Soon Diane's moans joined her own.
"Oh fuck that's perfect... That's it..."
Paula wasn't sure how Diane was pleasuring herself and her both at once, but she didn't care one bit. The sensation was just too good to ever want it to stop. She pressed herself against her lover's body, burying her head in the crook of Diane's neck to softly nibble on the sensitive skin there. Diane's back arched in response, and for a moment her hands came free of Paula's grasp. Both immediately came down into contact with Paula's ass, squeezing it and pulling her closer into Diane. Paula could feel the heat coming off of her as she panted and writhed beneath her. She wanted, needed, more though. Wriggling free of Diane's grip she moved herself downward, kissing and nibbling as she went. She hadn't the time to register the delightful pleasure had stopped before her mouth was full of the sweet taste of her eager lover's pussy. So distracted was she that she didn't even hear her mini-fridge door slam shut behind her...
The man popped the cap off of the bottle of Magners cider and took a long drag on it before letting out a long sigh. He had been hoping for a nice threesome this evening, but it was clear that he'd been rather pushed out on that one. Still, he mused, Paula did keep her fridge well stocked, and a stiff drink made for a good consolation prize. Taking the bottle with him, he opened their door and stepped out into the corridor. There was a brief shout of surprise at the "wind" shaking Paula's door from within the room before the moans started up once more. He shook his head good-naturedly before sauntering off down the corridor. Paula and Diane's relationship was one of the worst kept secrets in the college. They'd hidden it from everyone, something to do with disapproving parents, but the paper thin walls of St Philomena's college building meant that everyone on their floor knew. All in all the college was home to just under a hundred girls. It was where they slept and rested between parties or lectures. Where they could study in the library or swim in the pool. More often than not, though, it was where they engaged in their more carnal pursuits. There was just something about the building that seemed to drive people wild. A fact that the building's only male resident certainly didn't mind.
Edward. That was all he could remember about himself. Everything else was a bit of a blur. He knew that once upon a time he had been a student here at Oxford University, but only because one day he had woken up in an arcane looking circle in the building's attic. That wasn't the oddest thing about the ordeal though. He'd swiftly found out a few key facts about his new life. First of all, he no longer needed to eat, drink, or sleep, he simply continued to do so out of habit. Secondly, no one could see him; he could interact with people, but their brains seemed to rationalize it away as something else. When combined with a building full of experimenting, constantly horny university students, it certainly gave him a perfect way to pass the time. He was always very careful to ensure the women enjoyed themselves as much as he did. Even to the point where, as with earlier, he would tease and arouse someone just so they could enjoy time to themselves. The fact that many of the girls would return to places where he had fun with them before certainly showed him just how much they wanted it too.
Sadly, it was now the dead of night in exam season. Everyone would be asleep or cramming for tests the next day. As turned on as he was, he wasn't about to put people's futures in jeopardy. With an exasperated sigh, he came to this floor's communal kitchen and dropped the now empty cider bottle in the recycling. Someone else would have to take it to the outside bin for him, whenever he stepped out the front door in the blink of an eye, he was back upstairs in that odd circle. He'd often wondered about finding out what the circle was or why his life was like this. In the end, though, he always came to the same conclusion, his life was good, so why ruin it? Apart from those few years near the start where the college had been abandoned (he vaguely recalled it was something to do with a missing student), there had always been something or someone fun to do. As he headed down the antique staircase, he noticed that the light was on in the library. With a grin, he picked up his pace, perhaps this evening wouldn't be so boring after all...
Angela
Angela sighed and let her head fall forward onto the desk she had been studying at. All week she had been fretting about her upcoming exam tomorrow. She knew that as a first-year student, it didn't really matter if she passed or failed, but it was important to her to do well. She couldn't bear the thought of failing anything. This week really hadn't been a good week for studying though. There was a guy in her biology class who she could just not stop thinking about. She wanted him so badly. She needed to feel him inside her, to feel his big arms wrapped around her as he fucked her stupid. Every night this week had devolved into her masturbating to the thought of him in her room. It had gotten so bad that one afternoon he had brushed past her in the corridor, and just the smell of his cologne had sent her scurrying back to her room, followed by her desperately humping her pillow and moaning his name. None of this was helped by the fact that during these sessions of need, she could have sworn she'd felt his hands all over her, even him fucking her one time. After the mind-shattering orgasm this gave her though she'd always awake alone, assuming it all to have just been a dream.
As exciting as this all was, masturbating every night away had
seriously
eaten away at her study time.
Paula, one of the older girls from upstairs, had told her to just ask the guy out. She'd pointed out that Angela was utterly stunning and that he'd be daft not to accept. She was a little curvier than the other girls in the college, with long, mousy brown hair and full breasts. She just lacked the confidence to show it off, hiding behind her glasses and big, baggy jumpers. As such, she had no way to get him out of her head long enough to focus.
"Unless..." she murmured to herself, "I'd never live it down if I was caught though..."
