ONE SATURDAY NIGHT

"I'll see you guys there around 6." I pushed my door closed, dropped my bag to the floor, and staggered a few steps toward my bed before collapsing. This week had been absolutely exhausting. They said freshman year of college was the toughest, right? "Survive your freshman year and the rest is easy!" Uh huh, sure. We're not even out of September of sophomore year and I'm completely drained. The prospect of mid-terms next month is absolutely horrifying. People were already dropping like flies. My roommate bailed two weeks ago. He'd struggled through our freshman year, much more than me, and barely avoided failing out. I honestly didn't think he'd come back, and after the first couple of weeks this semester, he decided he'd had enough. Part of me missed him, but a much larger part of me didn't. We'd gotten along fine, no doubt, and shared plenty of the same interests. But dorm living isn't the most comfortable of situations, and when he decided to quit, that meant I had the entire room to myself - at least until spring semester. My music, my shows, my schedule, my interests. I could get used to this solitary thing. Knock-knock-knock "Ty, you there?!?" I took a deep breath. Not quite solitary, after all. But I smiled at the voice. Her voice. I yanked my door open and there she was. Tori. I thanked the universe for placing us together on this co-ed floor and, by dumb luck, we were both engineering majors. In a regular world, I didn't think there was any chance a girl like her and a guy like me would be hanging out. Tori was way, way out of my league. But one of the magical things about college is bringing different people together, and I was enjoying every moment of our friendship. "Hey, Tori," I said. "Sorry I didn't wait for you. I was borderline catatonic after that exam. I'm lucky I ended up here when I finally snapped out of it." "Oh, thank God," she replied. "I thought I was the only one struggling. Have we even gone over half of that stuff? f**k!" "Right? I've heard Benson grades on a curve, so hopefully everyone was in the same boat and we all sink together." She laughed at my dumb joke. I loved that laugh. "Hey, do you have that study guide handy? I think I left mine in the library last night. I wanted to go over some stuff while the questions were still fresh in my mind." I nodded and grabbed my bag off the floor, searched it for a moment, and handed her a well-creased set of papers. "All yours." "Thanks! Any big weekend plans?" "Not really. The guys said something about getting dinner around 6. Then I might crash and sleep until Sunday. You partying tonight?" "Eh, I don't know," Tori said. "I didn't feel prepared for this exam. I think I need to review and start getting ahead." "I know what you mean. Let me know if you want to go over anything." "Will do! See ya, Tyler." "Later." I shut the door and stalked back to my bed, falling face first into my pillow. -- Friday night had gone exactly how I'd envisioned. I grabbed a bite with the guys, came back to my room, put on some TV, zoned out, and was asleep a few hours later. Now there was daylight sneaking through my window shades. I found my phone and checked the time. Not even 7 a.m. I slipped into my shower shoes and wrapped myself in a towel. I may have had a room to myself, but the bathrooms were still shared along gender lines. Our co-ed floor had an open doorway in the middle, marking the division of the guys and girls. The bathrooms were next to the doorway, putting 18- and 19-year-old college students of the opposite s*x within a few feet of each other, covered by nothing but towels, as they entered and exited their respective facilities. Sometimes I wondered how this was even legal, not that I was going to complain. We had some very, very attractive women on this floor. At this time on a Saturday, though, I doubted I'd be seeing anyone. There weren't many like me who crashed before 10. Most of my friends had probably just gone to bed a few hours ago. I chose the shower stall on the far left, my go-to spot, and pulled the curtains closed behind me. A whole weekend in front of me and absolutely no plans. I'm sure there's some football games I could get lost in. Catch up on video games? Maybe see a movie? Then my thoughts turned to Tori. Damn it, she was right. We should probably start preparing ourselves for the next exam. Maybe we can avoid a week of 4 a.m. study sessions this time? I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist, and started back to my room. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't see her until we collided. "s**t! Sorry, Tori!" I reached out and grabbed her before she was knocked completely to the floor. She was laughing, thankfully. "Damn, no, my bad," she said. "I didn't think anyone else was up yet. Campus is dead quiet." Getting a look at Tori now I saw she'd just come back from a run, her body slick with sweat. She had nothing on but a sports bra and very, very short athletic shorts. She observed me in my towel, hair still wet, and grimaced. "Sorry if I got you all sweaty! Hope you don't need another shower." I laughed. "I'll survive. You're up early." "Yeah, I needed to get this stress out of my body. I barely slept last night. I think I bombed that exam." "I'm sure you didn't." "I hope not. Anyway, I'm going to shower, grab breakfast, and then probably hit the library. See you there?" "I'll pass on breakfast, but I'm in for the studying. Meet you over there around..." "Let's say 9?" "Perfect, see you then." "Bye!" Tori turned and bounded down the hall. My eyes fell to her perfect ass for a moment before I caught myself and turned back toward my room. The last thing I wanted to do was creep this girl out. It was almost 7:30 now. I wasn't much of a breakfast person and had 90 minutes to kill until the library. I'd slept great, but still felt like absolute s**t. I simultaneously felt awake, exhausted, and tense. My body was a bundle of nerves stretched nearly to their breaking point. My mind went back to Tori. "I needed to get this stress out of my body." Maybe she was on to something. I dropped my towel and climbed back onto my bed. For some students, college was all about s*x. Me? I couldn't even remember the last time I'd jacked off. I grabbed my headphones and a wad of tissues and laid back, loading up a porn site on my laptop. I scrolled through the feed for a while until finding something that looked at least marginally interesting, one of those "POV" videos. The girl was gorgeous, a blonde with nice t**s. As she gave the d**k in front of her a blow job, I felt myself getting hard and started lazily stroking myself. I realized pretty quickly that this wasn't going to take long. Hey, not my fault! I said it had been a while. I fast-forwarded the video to the final minute or so. The blonde was getting f****d hard now, spouting filthy things from her mouth. "Oh, f**k yes, baby! Pound my slutty p***y! It's your p***y, baby! Own it! f**k me!" I closed my eyes and started stroking my c**k harder. I wasn't thinking about the blonde anymore. I was thinking about Tori. My hand squeezed tighter as I pictured her in her running gear. Sports bra covering her perfect breasts, her tanned stomach, and those tight, short shorts. "Oh, yes, that's it, baby. Are you going to c*m for me now? Are you going to give me that load? Here, baby, I want it so bad. I want it now. I want you to shoot your load all over my face, baby. Cover my pretty face with your c*m. Please? Please, baby. I want it now, so f*****g hot, c*m for me, baby!" I covered my c**k with the tissues as I erupted. I felt the tension leaving my body as my orgasm subsided, replaced by a clarity I hadn't felt in a long, long time. It was that clarity which alerted me. Something wasn't right. I'd heard something in the middle of this. I'd felt something. I opened my eyes and looked to my door. Tori stood silently. At least, I think she was silent. I still had my headphones on, and the next scene was starting. Her eyes were wide, she was biting her lower lip, and she held my study guide in her hand. I didn't know what to do first, so I did a weird combination of things. I grabbed my sheet and tried to twist it over my body to regain some modesty, while simultaneously pulling off my headphones and calling Tori's name. "Tori, oh my God, I'm so sorry, I can explain!" In the process of all this I yanked the headphone cord out of my laptop. The audio was filling the room for all to hear now. "Oh, f**k yeah, daddy! Ruin my f*****g asshole!" I quickly pushed pause. "Tori-" She spoke rapidly, panicked. "I just came by to drop off your study guide. I knocked and when you didn't answer, I thought you were sleeping, but your door wasn't locked, so I was going to drop it on your desk, and, s**t, f**k, I'm sorry Tyler!" With that, she spun and darted out the door, shutting it loudly behind her. Fuck! -- For a while I didn't move. "My life is over," I thought. This is what it feels like when your life is over? Yeah, it doesn't feel great. How much did she see? Did she hear anything? I don't think I said anything. I maybe grunted a little or something, but I didn't actually talk, did I? Would it matter? Even if she'd just gotten there, she'd seen plenty. Oh, and what was it? "Ruin my asshole, daddy?" Of course that had been the next video on autoplay. Just fantastic. This was going to spread across the whole floor, wasn't it? The whole dorm? Hell, probably our whole class. Our whole program. "You know Tyler, the quiet guy who has his own dorm room? He spends all of his time jacking off to weird fetish porn!" I'm going to have to transfer schools, right? I'm going to have to change my name. And why? Because you didn't lock your door. i***t.