James stood outside the dorm room 3A, staring at the polished wooden door with a faint sense of expectation.
Debby had sent him the address in a quick message, asking for "help"… again.
He'd read it with anticipation. For weeks now, he'd been stopping by to help her out — fixing lightbulbs, helping with assignments, hauling boxes — and every time, she'd slipped him something afterward: a coffee card, a new hoodie, sometimes even homemade food.
It wasn't the usual thank‑you, but it kept him coming back. And now, standing at her door, James found himself wondering what today's gift might be.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and knocked.
The door opened soon after, and standing there was his coursemate, Debby Murphy, fresh out of the shower in a bathrobe and towel wrapped around her hair.
"James! You came." She said with a bright smile.
He froze for a few seconds, his eyes glancing over her figure before snapping back to her face.
"Woah... uh, Debby," he muttered. "You're not... dressed."
He took half a step back. "I can come back later. Or wait outside while you change."
Debby leaned against the doorframe, folded her arms under her cleavage, and smiled. "Relax, I don't mind. Come in."
James hesitated, unsure if he should go in. But after a few seconds, he let out a sigh and stepped inside. The room was a typical shared dorm with two beds, two desks, a tiny kitchenette, and a bathroom.
He walked over to Debby's bed and sat down, glancing at her. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here,"
"Not at all. Make yourself comfortable."
The matress dipped slightly as she plopped down beside him. The sudden movement made her bathrobe slip off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin and the top curve of her breast, enough to catch his eye.
Damn...
"Thoughts" began to flood James's mind. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept drifting back.
Debby turned suddenly and caught him staring. A playful smile spread across her face.
"What're you staring at, James?"
"Nothing! Nothing," he said quickly, looking away.
Just then, he heard a faint thump coming from inside her roommate's wardrobe. He turned his head toward it.
"What was that…?"
"It's nothing," Debby said quickly, waving it off with a small nervous laugh. "Probably clothes, or mice, or whatever."
James stared at the wardrobe for another second, then slowly turned back to her. "Okay… So, what did you need help with this time? Lightbulb? Assignment?"
Debby took a deep breath to steady herself, then leaned back on her hands. The robe slid lower but she didn't bother fixing it.
"Well," she said slowly, "it's not exactly that." She looked him in the eyes. "You see... I've been ridiculously horny lately... Like, it's actually getting distracting. I'm tired of just handling it myself every night."
"..."
"...You're serious?" James couldn't believe his ears.
What the—! No way she just say that out loud!
"Mmm-hmm," She turned toward him fully now. "And I figured… you're the person I trust most to help me with that."
"...uhh" His heart was hammering. "So… what do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know..." Debby leaned closer, resting her palm on his thigh as her smile deepened.
"...what can you do about it?"
James swallowed hard, heart pounding. His eyes dropped to the narrow valley between her breasts, clearly visible where the robe had slipped open.
Debby noticed him staring and bit her lip, before speaking softly, "You can touch them, you know… if you want."
He hesitated for a second, before slowly raising his hand and cupping one of her breasts through the thin robe. The moment his fingers made contact, Debby let out a loud, exaggerated moan.
James immediately pulled his hand back like he'd been burned.
"The fuck was that?" he blurted out, chuckling, though genuinely confused.
Debby's eyes flew open and she burst into giggles, covering her mouth with both hands, as her cheeks turned red.
"Oh my God, sorry!" she said, still laughing. "I thought… you know, guys liked loud moans, like in porn."
She shook her head, embarrassed but amused. "God, that was so cringe!"
"Yeah... it kinda was." James muttered, smiling now.
"Gimme a break, I'm nervous too!" Debby said, half-exasperated, half-amused. She reached up and gently cupped his cheeks with both hands. "I haven't really done this kind of stuff before."
"Wait... you're a virgin?"
Debby rolled her eyes fondly and lightly pinched his cheeks. "We're both virgins."
"And what makes you so sure I'm a virgin?" James asked, already leaning into her touch.
"Because you treat girls like they have the plague," she teased, still holding his face. "There's no way you've been laid."
A soft silence fell between them. Debby's thumbs brushed lightly over his cheeks. Her smile slowly faded into something warmer.
"I meant what I said earlier," she whispered, eyes dropping to his lips. "I've been thinking about you… a lot."
James felt his heart beat faster.
"Yeah?" he asked, tilting her chin up with his fingers as he leaned closer.
"Yeah." She leaned in a little closer. "So, uh... can i...?"
She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to; The meaning was crystal clear.
Debby leaned in even closer, her eyes fluttering half-closed as she parted her lips. James, on the other hand, tilted his head slightly, closing the distance slowly. Their lips were barely an inch apart, so close he could almost taste her, then—
BANG!
The door of her roommate's wardrobe burst open with a loud crash.