Dorm Room Games

Kimmy Kimm and Summer Col are just two college roommates stuck in a tiny double on the fifth floor. Dee Williams, the overworked R.A., busts in to wish them a chaste night and hammers home the "good girls" speech, then leaves. The lock clicks. Five seconds flat and Kimmy’s already wriggling free of her boy-shorts, dragging a pillow between her thighs and grinding like a porn parody of stud life. Summer clocks the rhythmic thumping, reaches under her mattress for a hot-pink wand, and slides down the ladder like she’s been practicing the move. She plops the buzzing head right on Kimmy’s bare slit—pressure, pulse, and fireworks follow. Kimmy erupts in a sudsy arc, catching Summer square across the mouth and chin. Before either girl can wipe the grin off, the door swings again. Dee’s back. They brace for the lecture, but instead she licks her finger and shuts the latch behind her. Turns out their babysitter’s been curious. She hikes up her sensible skirt, shows them the strap-on she keeps for emergencies, and offers private tutoring. The pillow’s already soaked, the floor’s about to get worse, and Dee’s apparently got a master’s degree in making co-eds squirt on demand.