Chapter 1: Introduction
The storm had hit early. I'd been out grabbing some pizza when the first fat drops splattered against my hood. By the time I got back to the dorm, the rain was hammering down, and the wind was twisting the gutters into a frenzy.
I flipped off my sneakers and trudged up the stairs, dripping water onto the already-soaked carpet. The dim glow of the overhead light flickered ominously as thunder rumbled in the distance. My dorm room was a mess—clothes strewn across the floor, my desk piled high with books, and the faint scent of stale beer lingering from the party last night.
I kicked a crumpled t-shirt out of the way and flopped down onto my bed, the springs groaning under my weight.
"Fucking storm," I muttered, wiping the rain off my face with my sleeve. I was about to reach for my laptop when I noticed I wasn't alone. Mia, my roommate's girlfriend, was curled up on the couch, her nose buried in a book. She looked up, her green eyes meeting mine, and offered a small smile.
"Hey, Ethan," she said softly, tucking a strand of her long, curly red hair behind her ear.
"I thought you'd be out partying with the rest of them."
I chuckled, "Yeah, well, the storm had other plans. You're stuck here too, huh?"
She nodded, closing her book and setting it down on the coffee table. "I was hoping to get some studying done, but it's too noisy in the library with all the leaks."
I raised an eyebrow, "Leaks? In the library?"
Mia rolled her eyes, "Don't ask. They're 'working on it'." She made air quotes, her lips curling into a smirk.
I laughed, "Well, welcome to the shithole that is our dorm.
At least the power's still on."
Mia glanced around the room, her gaze landing on the pizza box on my desk. "You got pizza? I'm starving."
"Help yourself," I said, gesturing towards it. "I got enough for an army."
She stood up, her bookmark still tucked between the pages, and walked over to the desk. She leaned over, her ass sticking out as she reached for a slice. I couldn't help but appreciate the view. Mia was usually so shy and reserved, but there was something about her in that moment, the way her body moved, the curve of her hips, that had my dick twitching in my jeans.
She caught me looking, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She turned to face me, her eyes meeting mine, and I could see the hunger in them. It was a hunger I recognized, one I felt too.
"Ethan," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm's roar. "I... I've been thinking about you."
I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Oh, yeah? What have you been thinking about?"
She bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to my crotch. "I've been thinking about how you look when you're... you know."
I chuckled, "When I'm what?"
"When you're...
you know, hard."
I felt my cock stiffen at her words, pressing against the denim of my jeans. And what makes you think I'm hard?"
She took a step closer, her eyes never leaving mine. "Because I can see it. I can see the bulge in your pants. And I can see the way you're looking at me."
I stood up, closing the distance between us. "And what am I looking at, Mia?"
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "You're looking at me like you want to fuck me."
I smirked, my hand reaching out to cup her cheek.