All Chapters of I Just Wanna Get Laid: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Hmmm…” the sound slipped into the room, soft but impossible to ignore. Quin Ashford shifted under her covers, eyes still closed; she was tired; she had just moved in today and she had gone through various administration processes. She needed sleep. Muffled moaning sounds drifted through the air of the hostel room, a low, rhythmic sound that pulled Quin from sleep. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the gloom. The room wasn't pitch black; a faint bedside lamp was on, casting long, distorted shadows across the little space. The noise continued, a wet, slick sound accompanied by a sharp intake of breath, then a low, vibrating groan that seemed to vibrate against the metal frame of her bunk.Quin shifted, the cheap mattress rustling beneath her. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the sound to be something else, a dream, a stray noise from the hallway, from a phone. But the rhythm was too deliberate, too human. She lay on the top bunk, her heart hammering against her ribs, a flush of h

Saturday arrived the way first Saturdays somewhere new always do, slowly, with a kind of spaciousness that weekdays never have.Quin woke before both her roommates, made coffee, and sat at her desk with her secret document open.She had written a lot in the past days and she has begun to wrap her head around what she would do with it.She liked this hour. The dorm was quieter. Outside the window, the Hargrove campus caught the early light at a specific angle that made it look the way it looked in the brochure: deliberate, almost cinematic, as if the architecture knew it was being admired.She wrote everything that has been happening since she resumed school in even letters and told herself she was not thinking too much about the conversation from the night before and wasn't thinking about their thing and wasn't thinking about Mara's voice saying there's no right time and most definitely was not thinking about the wicked plans that was forming in her head for her secret document.She w

Quinn was just coming back from the chapel that Sunday when she heard those voices; she understood them. She wasn’t that innocent anymore about this topic.She decided it was best to hang around, but curiosity was what she couldn’t fight, she had never seen them during the day, and even at night, she barely saw the real thing.Curiosity got the best of her, making her hold the door handle. As the door swung open, the air that hit her was thick, humid, and smelled of sex, unmistakably.Quin froze. This wasn’t what she was expecting, her hand gripped the doorknob so tight that her knuckles turned white.The dorm room glowed in the low, flickering light whose source was a scented candle hanging somewhere in the room.She wasn’t ready to start looking for it because her gaze was fixated elsewhere.Two bodies were tangled together like a thread in a rhythm; it looked like they were tangoing on the bottom bunk of the bunk beds against the far wall. Mara was on her back. Her legs were spre

Marcus moved onto the bed, the frame groaning in protest under his added weight. He knelt near Quin’s waist, watching Mara work with darkened eyes. His hand moved to replace Jade’s on Quin’s stomach, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. He brushed against Quin’s untouched entrance, the tip of his finger circling the tight bud of muscle that had never been reached."You’re fucking tight, aren’t you?" Marcus growled, the words dripping with lust. He pressed the tip of his finger just inside, testing the resistance, feeling the way her body clenched around him in panic and anticipation.Jade broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to nip at the sensitive lobe of Quin’s ear. Her teeth grazed the skin, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure and pain down Quin’s spine. "Scream for us, virgin," Jade murmured, her hand moving up to pinch Quin’s nipple, rolling the hardened bud between her fingers.Quin’s head fell back against the pillow, her eyes shut tight to the feeling of

Wednesday. Thursday. She has now found a routine in the week that she never did before: lectures, labs, the dining hall, and the football field, where she can go to have fun, thinking that all work and no play would surely make a dull girl.The classes are fine; they were really good, even. Academics are one thing that she enjoys doing very much.And then there is the room. It is an environment that has become important. She returns to her room after classes, not because she has to, like the first week, but rather because she chose to return now.Mara is always there, in some form or the other: physically, through a text, or just by the way her perfume smells in the room. But Jade is more careful, more absent, returning always with steeze and composure, thus indicating that she has gone somewhere and done something and refused to speak about it. Quin looks at them and thinks, They are teaching me something without actually intending to. Or perhaps with full intention.Thursday evening