Chapter 7: Circling the square
As Maggie started back towards her dorm, she thought about Eva and Liza but was not concerned, knowing Liza would look after Eva. As she was walking, she pulled out her phone and sent Liza the information about the soccer game on Friday evening. And doing that made her think about Leo. She smiled and pushed a bang over her ear at the thought of him, and impulsively, she texted him.
-supper plans?
After a few minutes, she gets a response. "I'd drop any I had for time with you." Maggie smiles harder and writes, "School cafeteria, 20 minutes?" The response is nearly instant. "See you there!"
It only takes 10 minutes or so for Maggie to get there, and she spends the next few minutes in the bathroom, making sure of her appearance. After a quick scan in a mirror, she reapplies some makeup and then resettles her clothing; there's no point in advertising what she's been up to thus far today.
She goes back into the lobby and only waits a couple of minutes before Leo appears at her side. She smiles and reaches up to hug him, lingering a few moments before kissing his cheek. "Is it stupid to say I missed you today?" Leo laughs and gives her a healthy squeeze. "Not at all. I mean, you've known me for an entire day. What's not to miss?" Maggie nods. "Good, I'm glad we're thinking the same way."
The two of them head into the cafeteria and go about picking their food.
Maggie opts for a salad and a small dessert, while Leo grabs a burger and fries. They find a table near the back, away from the noise of the dinner rush.
As they sit down, Leo grins at her. "So, how was your day? Find any new books to lose yourself in?"
Maggie laughs, stirring her salad absently. "Actually, I spent most of it with Eva. She’s been… exploring some things, and I helped her out."
Leo raises an eyebrow. "Exploring? Like what kind of exploring?"
Maggie hesitates, then decides to be honest. "She’s been figuring out her sexuality, and I helped her with that." She keeps her tone light, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes—something Leo can’t quite place.
Leo leans back in his chair, studying her. "Does that mean that you...you know?"
Maggie looks up, startled. "Well, I'm not really sure that's any of your business...yet." She pauses and considers. "But I did start us down this path, so, no, I didn't. I just introduced her to someone and hung around in case she needed anything as they talked."
Leo leans forward and covers her hand. "That sounds like it could get intense. You're a good friend."
Maggie shrugs, poking at her salad. "Yeah, it was just a lot. But it was good. For her, I mean." She pauses, then adds, "Maybe I learned things too."
Leo nods slowly, sensing there’s more to the story than she’s letting on. But he doesn’t push. Instead, he changes the subject. "So, what’s next for you? More bookworming, or are you finally gonna let me drag you out to a party?"
Maggie chuckles, swirling her fork in her salad. "I don’t know. Maybe. But I have to warn you, I’m not exactly the party type." She looks up at him. "How about some middle ground? Want to go to the women's soccer game Friday? My roommate's on the team. A few of us are going..." She looks hopefully at him, chewing her lip.
Leo grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Are you kidding? I'd love to. Soccer, snacks, and hanging out with you? Sounds like the perfect Friday night."
Maggie exhales in relief, her shoulders relaxing. "Great. I'll text you the details. It's at the university field, 7 PM."
They finish their meals, the conversation flowing easily between them—Leo telling her about his classes, Maggie sharing her favorite books. There's something comfortable about it, something that feels like the beginning of something real.
Leo's hand lingers on hers a moment too long as they say goodbye, and Maggie doesn't pull away. She watches him walk away, his backpack slung over one shoulder, and smiles to herself before turning back toward her dorm.
The walk back is quiet, the evening air cool against her skin. She pulls her jacket tighter around her, her thoughts drifting back to Eva and Liza. She hopes Eva is okay—Liza is intense, but she knows her friend is in good hands. Still, there's a part of her that wonders if she should have stayed longer, if she should have been there for Eva in a different way.
But then there's Leo. His easy smile, the way he listens like she matters, the way he makes her stomach flutter when he looks at her. She hasn't felt this way before—not really. Not with the quiet, nervous crushes she's had in the past, the ones that never went anywhere. This feels different. This feels like something real.
Maggie pushes open the door to her dorm room, and is greeted by the sight and sound of two couples fucking, one on each bed. Abby lies on her bed, underneath Ethan, her ankles over his shoulders as he pounds away at her. She's so lost in her sensations, she doesn't even hear Maggie come in.
On her own bed, Maggie finds Janice on her hands and knees, taking Oliver's plump cock deep from behind. She's breathing hard and pushing back, and Oliver is clearly enjoying her.
He's holding her hips and slamming into her, his balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust. Janice moans and gasps, her face buried in the pillow, her ass high in the air. Oliver's cock is slick with her juices, and he's fucking her with long, deep strokes, his hips rolling with each thrust. Janice's pussy is so wet that it makes filthy, obscene noises with every thrust, and Oliver groans as he feels her tight cunt clenching around his cock. "Fuck, Janice, you're so tight," he growls, his fingers digging into her hips.
"You're taking my cock like such a good slut." Janice whimpers, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she pushes back against him, her ass slapping against his hips with every thrust. The sound of their fucking fills the room, the wet, filthy noises of their bodies coming together in a raw, primal rhythm. Maggie watches from the doorway, her breath hitching as she takes in the scene. The sight of Janice's ass bouncing against Oliver's hips, her pussy stretched obscenely around his thick cock, makes her thighs clench with need. She can feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, her fingers itching to touch herself. On the other bed, Abby groans as she approaches her own orgasm, and Ethan slaps her clit. "Come on, baby. Come for me." Abby's back arches off the bed as she obeys, her entire body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her. Ethan groans, his cock buried deep inside her as he feels her pussy clamp down around him like a vise. "Fuck, yes," he growls, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. "That's it, slut. Milk my cock. Take every fucking drop."
Maggie watches, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as Ethan's hips piston in and out of Abby's dripping cunt. The wet, filthy sounds of their fucking fill the room, mixing with Abby's moans and Ethan's grunts.
Maggie watches, frozen in the doorway, her fingers curling into fists as she takes in the raw, animalistic display. Abby's thighs tremble as Ethan's cock slams into her, her pussy stretched obscenely around his thick shaft. The scent of sex—sweat, musk, and the tang of arousal—thickens the air, making Maggie's head spin.
Oliver's hips snap forward, driving his cock deeper into Janice's tight cunt. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growls, his fingers digging into her hips. "Take it all, baby. Take it like the dirty little slut you are," Oliver growls, his fingers digging into Janice's hips hard enough to leave bruises. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock slamming into her pussy fill the room, mixing with her desperate moans and the creaking of the bed frame.
Maggie’s breath catches in her throat as she watches Janice’s body tremble with each brutal thrust, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she pushes back against Oliver’s hips. The sight of his thick cock disappearing inside her, stretching her tight cunt to its limits, makes Maggie’s own pussy ache with need.
“That's my girl,” Oliver growls, his voice rough with lust. “You love this, don’t you? Taking my cock so deep and hard.”
Janice can only whimper in response, her body shaking with pleasure as she takes every inch of his thick shaft. “Yes, yes, I love it,” she gasps, her voice trembling. “Fuck me harder, Oliver. I need it—oh god, I need it so bad.”
Oliver’s fingers tighten around her hips, his knuckles whitening as he slams into her with relentless force. The bed creaks beneath them, the sound mixing with the wet, filthy noises of their fucking. Janice’s pussy is so wet that it makes obscene, sloppy sounds with every thrust, her juices dripping down her thighs, coating Oliver’s cock as he pounds into her.
Maggie watches, her own breath coming in ragged gasps, as Oliver’s hips snap forward, driving his cock deeper into Janice’s tight cunt. The last thrust is all Janice needs. Her body convulses and she wails. Oliver grins down at her and then groans himself, pumping his cum deep inside her. He drapes himself over her back, and reaches below to fondle her breasts as he softly nibbles her neck. Slowly they collapse into a heap together.
Janice's body trembles with aftershocks as Oliver's cock twitches inside her, still buried to the hilt. His breath is hot against her neck, his fingers still teasing her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Janice sighs and pushes back against him, her pussy still clenching around his cock. "Fuck, Oliver," she gasps, her voice trembling with pleasure. "That was... fuck, that was amazing." Oliver chuckles, his lips brushing against her shoulder. "You're amazing," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You take my cock so well, baby."
Ethan looks over and sneers at the affection on display. He pushes forward, bending Abby in half, her ankles still on his shoulders. Abby's head thrashes from side to side at the depths Ethan is reaching.
She can feel him hitting her cervix with every thrust, and she can't help but scream. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she tries to escape the overwhelming sensation. But Ethan doesn't let up. He just grins down at her, his hips snapping forward with brutal force, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her tight cunt.
Ethan snarls, "I'm gonna break you, bitch. Ruin you." Abby looks up at him with her own smirk, then drags her nails down his chest, slow and hard. "Others have tried, Ethan..." She looks up and see Maggie in the doorway, then gives her a broad wink.
Maggie’s phone pings, and she looks down to find a message from Liza: “Eva wants to stay with me tonight. That okay?”
Maggie ponders a moment, then types: “She’s an adult and I trust you. It’s a decision for the two of you.” The response comes back quickly, a big heart. Maggie stares at it a moment, trying to match it to the Liza she knows and failing. She lowers her phone and watches Abby and Ethan some more.
Abby’s moans are getting louder, and Ethan’s thrusts are getting harder. The bed is shaking, the headboard slamming against the wall with every brutal snap of his hips. Abby’s fingers are clawing at the sheets, her back arching as she takes every inch of his thick cock.
Maggie can see the way Ethan’s cock stretches Abby’s pussy, the way her lips part obscenely around his shaft, glistening with her juices. The wet, filthy sounds of their fucking fill the room, mixing with Abby’s desperate cries and Ethan’s grunts.
Maggie’s breath hitches as she watches, her own body responding to the raw, animalistic display. Finally Abby groans and shivers, her body juddering through her release. She looks up at Ethan and yells, “Come on, bastard, fill me up!” Ethan’s eyes roll back in his head and he grunts, his hips slamming forward as he buries himself to the hilt inside her. His cock pulses, and Maggie can see the thick veins in his shaft throbbing as he pumps his cum deep inside Abby’s tight cunt. Abby’s body trembles, her pussy clenching around him as she milks every last drop from his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Ethan groans, his voice rough with pleasure. “You take my cum like such a good little slut.” Abby’s breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she takes every inch of his thick shaft, her pussy stretched obscenely around him.
Before Abby can return to breathing normally, Ethan pulls out of her and finishes his release on Abby’s hairless pussy. Then he rolls off of her and begins getting dressed. “Come on, Oliver. We’ve got stuff to do.” Oliver looks up from behind Janice.
“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute.” He pulls out of Janice’s dripping cunt with a wet *pop*, his cock still hard and glistening with her juices. Janice whimpers as she feels the sudden emptiness, her pussy clenching around nothing. Oliver gets dressed slowly then leans over Janice, giving her a long tender kiss. “Later, babe. Text me,” he says, caressing her ass before following Ethan out the door.
Maggie takes off her clothes and sits on the bed beside Abby. After giving Abby a deep kiss, Maggie starts rubbing Ethan’s cum around on Abby’s pussy. “What the hell did I walk into?” She’s looks between the two girls, waiting for the story.
Abby grins and wipes her fingers across her pussy, smearing Ethan’s cum across her lips. “Oh, you know, Janice and I were making out and the boys showed up. No control.”
Maggie’s breath catches as she watches Abby’s fingers glisten with the thick, white cum. She can smell the musky scent of sex in the air, and her own arousal grows heavier between her thighs. She swallows hard, her pulse quickening as she looks back at Abby, who’s still sprawled on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with Ethan’s cum.
The sight of it—thick, creamy, dripping down her thighs—makes Maggie’s own pussy throb with need. She can’t tear her eyes away.
Abby smirks, her fingers still lazily tracing through the mess between her legs. "You like that, don’t you?" she purrs, her voice low and teasing. "Seeing me like this. All fucked out. Filled up."
Maggie’s breath hitches. “I *do* like it. Who wouldn’t?” She scoops up some more of Ethan’s cum and feeds it to Abby. “I like it more when I fuck you out. Besides, Ethan’s a jerk.”
Abby snickers, “But he’s got a nice dick.” Maggie looks at Abby to see how serious she is, but gets distracted. The way Abby’s fingers glisten with Ethan’s cum, the way it drips down her thighs, the way her pussy is still swollen and pink from being fucked—it’s all too much. Maggie’s own arousal drips down her legs, her clit throbbing with need.
Abby watches her, her smirk growing wider. "You’re so fucking wet, Maggie," she purrs, her fingers sliding through her own cum-slicked folds. "I can *smell* you from here."
Maggie swallows hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She can’t deny it. She *is* wet. Soaking.
Janice looks up from her prime position on Maggie’s bed. “How do you know when you’re in love? Because Oliver….” Janice’s voice drops to a low hum as she ponders Oliver. Maggie and Abby grin at each other, and Maggie goes to Janice, sitting on the bed and pulling Janice into her lap.
Janice blinks and blushes as Maggie softly kisses her cheek then whispers, “You sure it’s not just the way his cock has a bend in it?” Janice looks seriously into Maggie’s eyes. “Maybe my pussy has a bend in it too? He just feels like heaven inside me.”
Janice’s voice is a low, breathy whisper, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm. Maggie’s fingers trace slow circles on Janice’s bare hip, her touch light but deliberate. She smiles to Janice and murmurs, “Wait til he puts it in your ass.” Janice instantly perks up. “Do you think he will?”
Abby, still sprawled on her back with her legs spread wide, watches them with a smirk. Her fingers lazily drag through the mess of Ethan’s cum that still coats her pussy, spreading it in slow, deliberate strokes. She responds, “I would if I were him. Often.”
Janice purrs. “I’d love that.” Maggie gives her the hairy eyeball. “Damn, sweetheart. You’ve got it bad, don’t you?” Janice grins warmly.
Maggie recounts the events at Liza’s tattoo parlor. The two girls listen raptly, eyes huge. Then Maggie tells them about Liza’s text message, and Abby swears. “Damn. I guess that answers that question.” Maggie shrugs and replies. “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll find out when we see her.”
Abby pouts a little. “All right then, since I can’t entice other of you to eat me out, I’m gonna go wash Ethan’s gunk off of me. Janice and Maggie nod.
Abby ends up talking to a girl in the hall so 45 minutes have passed by the time she gets back to the room. She opens the door and finds her two friends asleep, with Abby spooning Janice tightly. Abby smiles softly and turns off the desk lamp before climbing slowly into Janice’s arms and eventually falling asleep too.