I Just Wanna Get Laid

Quin had only lived in the room for four days.
Four days of orientation forms, a biology textbook she already half-knew, and two roommates who slept like the world owed them nothing. 

Mara Delacroix. Jade Fontaine. Second-years. Loud in the way confident people were loud. Kind enough on the surface. And, as Quin had learned on her very first night in the top bunk, not quiet when they wanted each other.

She had heard them that first night; wet sounds, soft curses, the metal frame shivering under a rhythm she pretended not to understand. 

She had heard them again two nights later. Each time she had stayed on her back staring at the ceiling, thighs pressed together, face burning, fingers in between her legs, telling herself curiosity was not the same thing as wanting.

Today was different.

She was just coming back from the chapel that Sunday when she heard those voices; she understood them. She wasn’t that innocent anymore to 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 bunkbeds against the far wall. 

Mara was on her back. Her legs were spread wide, feet resting on the shoulders of Jade. Jade was kneeling between Mara’s thighs, her face buried deep in the other girl’s cunt while Marcus stood over them watching them, his dick in his hand, his eyes a darker shade.


Quin knew she should leave because whenever she sees dick, it’s usually in her phone, she had never seen it like this.

She should back out into the hallway and pretend she had forgotten her key, she told herself, anything to erase the image of Mara’s head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Jade’s tongue worked her over or the sight of Marcus’s penis. But her feet were rooted to the spot.

 A heat she had begun to get familiar with, this time more intense than ever, bloomed in her lower belly, rushing through her veins with a speed that made her dizzy. She had read about this and studied the diagrams in her textbooks, but seeing it, the wet, slick sounds of Jade’s mouth, the way Mara’s fingers clawed at the sheets and the way Marcus's dick stood erect were something else entirely.

Right on cue, Mara’s eyes snapped open. They locked onto Quin standing in the doorway. Her gaze had no shame, it was only dark with heavy-lidded amusement.

"Well, well, well," Mara sing-songed, her voice breathless in between. She didn't push Jade away; instead, she tangled a hand in the brunette's dark hair, pressing her face harder against her cunt. "Look what the cat dragged in."

Jade paused, lifting her glistening face from between Mara’s thighs. Her chin shone with Mara’s juices, her lips were swollen and red. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned her head, a funny grin spreading across her face.

"Quin," Jade purred, crawling up Mara’s body to nuzzle at her neck. "We were just talking about you, wondering if you’d ever get that stick out of your ass and join the real world." She glanced at Marcus too, who nodded his head.

Quin’s heart hammered against her ribs like a bird that had been trapped inside a cage. "I... I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll go." 

She knew within herself that she didn’t mean it.

"Don't be stupid," Mara said, her voice becoming a command. She sat up, her full, perky breasts exposed to the cool air, nipples hard and pointing straight at Quin like an invitation. "Get in here and lock the door."

Quin’s body moved voluntarily, of its own accord. She stepped inside and closed the door, the click sounding final, echoing her own decision.

She dropped her backpack by the desk, her hands trembling slightly. She glanced at Marcus again; her eyes drifted to his dick. The length of it was shocking.

She knew she needed to touch it.


"You watch us every time," Jade teased, sliding off the bed and standing up. She was completely naked, her athletic body toned and tight. She walked toward Quin, her hips swaying with a deliberate, inviting feel. "You think we don't see you looking? You're so hungry for it, Quin. It's pathetic."

"I, I, I'm not," Quin stammered, though the denial sounded weak even to her own hearing. She couldn't take her eyes away from Jade’s body, the way her waist shone with the navel piercing rings and then the small pack of dark hair between her legs.

Jade stopped right in front of her, close enough that Quin could smell the scent of Mara’s body on her skin. "Liar," Jade reached out, her fingers grazing Quin’s waistline as she lifted the hem of Quin’s oversized sweater. "Take this off."

Quin hesitated briefly, her breath hitching in her throat. She had never been naked in front of anyone before, let alone two women who looked like they had stepped out of a fantasy and a man whose dick was the size of what she couldn’t comprehend. But the way Jade was looking at her, a mix of challenge and hunger made something snap inside her. She wanted to prove them wrong. Or maybe she just wanted to be devoured.

She lifted her arms obediently, letting Jade pull the sweater over her head. The air in the room was cool. It hit against her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms, reminding her of what she’s getting into.

She stood there in her plain cotton bra and jeans, feeling exposed like an innocent virgin about to be sacrificed.

A virgin, yes. Innocent? Not anymore.

Mara laughed softly from the bed, her hand trailing down her own stomach to dip between her legs. "Look at her, Jade. She's shaking. Poor little virgin doesn't know where to put her hands."

"Let's help her," Jade said. She reached behind Quin’s back and unhooked her bra with a practiced movement of her wrists and fingers. The fabric was removed, exposing Quin’s breasts to their hungry gaze. They were smaller than Mara’s, pale and sensitive. Jade leaned in, her hot breath blowing over Quin’s nipple before she took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the bud.

A sharp gasp tore from Quin’s throat. Her knees buckled slightly, and she grabbed Jade’s shoulders for support. The sensation was electric, shooting straight down to her clit, which throbbed with a need she had never experienced before.

Never.

"Get on the bed," Marcus ordered, watching them with heavy-lidded eyes. His dick was not in his hand anymore, but it stood so erect that she found herself licking her lips. 

Mara moved over, making room on the narrow mattress. "Let Jade show you what a real orgasm feels like." Her eyes delved into mine like she was daring me.

The dare looked like a threat.

Jade moved away from Quin’s chest and took her hand, pulling her toward the bunkbed. Quin stumbled after her, her mind was in a haze, filled with lust and confusion. She was confused and at the same time understood that she wanted this.

She climbed onto the mattress, the springs making noise under their weight.

"Lie down," Jade commanded, pushing Quin onto her back.

Quin obeyed. 

While she was staring up at the ceiling, her heart was racing so fast that she thought it might burst. She felt hands at her waist, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling the denim and her underwear down her legs in one rough tug. She kicked them off, lying down naked and vulnerable between the two of them.

She looked at Marcus again; he had sat on the other bunk bed staring at them. He was watching them like he was watching a movie. She wondered what his role here was, as the other girls did not even feel bothered that he was here.

Mara crawled over to her, hovering on all fours. "You're soaking wet, Quin," she murmured, reaching down to run a finger through Quin’s folds. Quin arched her hips involuntarily at the contact, a soft moan escaping her lips. "I knew you were a slut waiting to happen."

"Please," Quin whispered, not even sure what she was begging for. Release? Mercy? More?

Jade settled between Quin’s legs, separating them with steady hands. She looked up at Quin, her eyes dark with dark intentions. "Just relax, princess. I'm going to eat this pretty little cunt like ice cream and give you a high scream."

Without warning, Jade lowered her head and ran her tongue flat against Quin’s slit. Quin cried out, her back arching off the bed. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. The feeling was wet, hot, and incredibly intense. Jade didn't tease; she went straight for the clit, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it rapidly with her tongue.

Mara straddled Quin’s chest, leaning down to capture her lips in a heart-wrenching kiss. Quin tasted herself on Mara’s tongue, a tangy, sweet flavor that only heightened her arousal. Mara’s hands traveled down Quin’s body, pinching and pulling at her nipples, adding sharp spikes of pleasure to the overwhelming sensation between her legs.

The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, wet slurping, and the creaking of the bed. Quin’s mind went blank, consumed entirely by the physical sensations she was feeling. She felt the pressure building low in her belly matching every pass of Jade’s tongue working her.

For a moment, she forgot Marcus’s presence.

"That's it," Mara whispered against Quin’s mouth, pulling back to look her in the eyes. "Cum for us. Let go."

Jade slid two fingers into Quin’s tight hole, curling them upward to hit that sensitive spot inside while she continued to ravage her clit. The dual stimulation was too much for her. Her body jerked up, her toes curling with her vision blurring as she vibrated.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Quin screamed, her voice breaking as the orgasm tore through her. It was a violent, crashing wave that ripped away all of her thoughts and left her trembling, it was like a volcano had passed through her. Her cunt clenched around Jade’s fingers, pulsing rhythmically as she made movements she did not know she was capable of.

She heard Marcus’s moan; his seeds were spilling out of his dick, his eyes were rolled over.

Jade didn't stop until Quin’s body stopped shaking, slowly withdrawing her fingers and licking them clean with a satisfied smirk. “I promised you a high scream, how is that for one?” She crawled up Quin’s body to lie beside her, while Mara collapsed on the other side, sandwiching Quin between them.

Quin lay panting, she could not answer Jade, her chest was heaving, sweat cooling on her skin. The reality of what had just happened began to sink in, but instead of shame, she felt a strange, lingering hunger.

She wants more.

She turned her head to look at Jade, then at Mara, and saw that the wicked glint in their eyes hadn't faded. If anything, it had grown stronger.

She looked at Marcus; he was moving towards them.

Mara reached out to stroke Quin’s cheek, her fingernail scraping gently against the skin. "That was just the warm-up, Quin. Now that we've brought you in, we're going to teach you all forms of pleasure that we know and it’s going to be a pleasure to you too."

Jade laughed, a low, throaty sound as she trailed a hand down Quin’s stomach toward her already recovering heat. "And we have a long, long night ahead of us; that’s why Marcus is here, to assist us with that."

Quin’s breath hitched in her throat, her body still humming from the aftershocks of the orgasm Jade had coaxed out of her moments ago. The air in the cramped hostel room was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat, arousal, and the tangy metal smell of sex. She lay sprawled across the lower bunk, the thin mattress dipping under the weight of the three of them, her limbs felt like liquid. 

Above her, the wooden boards of the top bunk pressed down, creating a small and intimate cage that felt entirely separate from the quiet world outside their door.

Like a cage that belonged to them only.

Marcus stepped closer to the edge of the bed, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His chest was heaving, his hand still glistening with the remnants of his own release. He looked at Quin with a hunger that made her skin prickle, a raw, unfiltered gaze that stripped away any remaining pretense of innocence she might have been clinging to.

"My turn with you, Quin," Marcus whispered, his voice rough like sandpaper. "Let’s see how quick you can move from innocent to guilty."

Before Quin could answer, Jade shifted, gripping Quin’s chin and turning her face away from Marcus. Jade’s lips crashed down onto hers, not a gentle, exploring kiss but she was making a claim. The kiss was deep and filthy, Jade’s tongue sweeping into Quin’s mouth with a dominance that made Quin’s toes curl. She could taste herself on Jade’s tongue, a musky reminder of what had just transpired.

At the same time, Mara slid down the bed, her hands pressing Quin’s thighs apart. Quin gasped into Jade’s mouth as she felt Mara’s hot breath blowing over the sensitive, swollen folds of her cunt. Mara didn’t wait. She leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue up Quin’s slit, collecting the wetness there with a slow, deliberate hum.

"Mmph," Quin whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily off the mattress. She couldn’t recognize her own voice because of how slutty she sounded.

 Slutty, but hey, she couldn’t comprehend the height of the joy she was feeling.

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 sensating pain and pleasure even as she felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly alive. Mara’s tongue was relentless, flicking over her clit at a maddening pace while Marcus’s finger worked her open, stretching her inch by inch.

 The burn was sharp, but it was quickly overtaken by a throbbing need that made her want to beg for more.

"Please," Quin breathed, the word barely audible.

"Please, what?" Marcus demanded, withdrawing his finger only to replace it with the blunt head of his cock. He was hard again, thick and heavy, the veins pulsing against her inner thigh. "Tell me you want this dick inside you."

"I want it," Quin choked out, her dignity dissolving under the weight of their gaze all together. "I want you to fuck me," she muttered.

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He lined himself up at her entrance and thrust forward, slow and careful, breaking her tightness with an animal-like groan. 

Quin cried out, her back arching off the bed as she was split open. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of intense pressure and a sudden, stretching fullness that stole the air from her lungs.

She tried to breathe but she couldn’t.

Mara’s tongue traced Quin’s nipple, lapping at the tiny bud, making a wet sound and a slick friction on her cunt that made the penetration easier. The bunk bed rocked violently with the rhythm of their movement, the metal squeaking a high-pitched sound that matched the pounding of Quin’s heart.

Jade gripped Quin’s hips, her fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise, guiding her movements to meet Marcus’s thrusts. "Ride him, you little slut," Jade commanded, her voice thick with arousal. "Take every inch."

Quin moaned, her innocence shattering with every move of Marcus’s hips. The pain faded into a dull ache that was rapidly consumed by a blinding need. She felt Mara shift, her mouth moving to suck on Quin’s other nipple, Jade’s finger rubbing her clit while Marcus bottomed out inside her. The stimulations altogether were electric, sending waves racing through her nervous system.

"Fuck, you’re perfect," Marcus grunted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto Quin’s chest. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her cunt with every thrust. The room echoed with vulgar sounds: the wet slap of skin against skin, the squelch of Mara’s mouth, and the ragged gasps and moans that tore from Quin’s throat.

Quin looked up to see Jade straddling her face, lowering her soaking wet cunt down onto Quin’s mouth. The scent was intoxicating and overpowering. Quin didn’t hesitate; she stuck out her tongue, lapping at Jade’s folds, tasting the distinctive taste of another woman. Jade ground down against her, riding her face with reckless abandon.

The air was stifling now, the heat generated by four writhing bodies trapped in the small bunk bed space nearly suffocating. Quin felt lost.

Marcus was pounding into her relentlessly, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars, while Mara’s tongue worked in sync with his thrusts, and Jade’s taste filled her senses.

"Harder," Jade gasped, grabbing a fistful of Quin’s hair and holding her tight. "Make me come on that innocent face."

Quin sucked harder, focusing her attention on Jade’s clit, circling it rapidly. She held onto her waist, trying to control her movement because she was going too fast on her. Jade snatched her hand away after slapping the hand.

“Lick me like the bitch that you are,” she moaned, arching her back.

 She felt Marcus swell inside her, his thrusts becoming so fast, losing their rhythm as he approached his peak.

"I’m gonna fill you up," Marcus warned, his voice a low growl as he fucked her harder. "Gonna cum deep in that tight dripping cunt."

The words sent Quin over the edge. Her body tensed, her muscles locking down around Marcus’s cock as a massive orgasm ripped through her. She screamed against Jade’s swollen cunt, eating her aggressively, the sensation tipping Jade over the edge with her. Jade shuddered, crying out as she flooded Quin’s mouth with cum.

Marcus slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and held himself there as he pulsed, spilling his load deep inside Quin’s already soaking cunt. The heat of his release was intense, filling her up until it leaked out around his shaft.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy, rhythmless breathing. The bunk bed gave one final, ominous creak before settling into a stillness that felt heavier than before. Quin lay limp, her body twitching with aftershocks, feeling the sticky mess of sweat and cum cooling on her skin.

Jade climbed off Quin’s face, collapsing onto the narrow strip of mattress beside her with a satisfied sigh. Marcus slowly pulled out his semi-hard cock, a wet gush of fluid following his withdrawal, and sat back on his heels, looking down at the wreckage of the girl beneath him. Mara lifted her head, her chin shiny and slick, a wicked grin plastered on her face.

"Get over here," Marcus growled, his voice stripped of any patience as he saw the grin on Mara’s face. There was no gentle transition, no sweet words of aftercare. He grabbed Mara by the ankle, dragging her across the mattress toward him with rough urgency.