The following Friday night, Kelsie briskly made her way, alone, back to Howard Hall from the Perion University Library. 

Ostensibly, she had been working on a paper for her Introduction to Psychology course that was due the following week. In truth, though, Kelsie had just found a quiet cubby in the massive library and simply hid out. 

On Fridays, Howard could become a rowdy place. Every hallway flooded with people; even if Kelsie remained within her room, there was no real way to keep the whole scene from occasionally spilling through the door–particularly with how social Alexia was. Kelsie preferred to decamp to the library and ride the whole thing out…often until as late as midnight.

Now, in her blue-and-gold-checkered Perion pajama pants, her treasured gold hoodie, and her canvas gym shoes, Kelsie hustled through chilly conditions that she was a touch under-dressed for. As she approached Howard, she dared to dream–as she always did at this exact moment of this weekly trip–that she would somehow bump into Chris Weathers.

Kelsie knew that this was a foolhardy notion. Chris didn’t leave his room unless he was headed to practice, class, a workout, or a game. He was practically as much of a shut-in as Kelsie was: Rumor had it that even Cooper Deering, despite all of her very public visits, had not been able to lure Chris out to a single social engagement. 

This knowledge, sadly, only made Kelsie desire Chris even more. Despite everything that she had endured, she had never been able to shake the feeling–beyond her almost overwhelming physical attraction to Chris–that she fit with this boy. That somehow, she would climb out from under the mountain of obstacles in her way and still find a way to connect with Perion’s most handsome, famous undergrad.

But of course, this was delusional. Chris was no longer a part of her life. She did not magically encounter him tonight at the Howard Hall doorway. He did not materialize next to her at the wall-map in the lobby as he had on her first day at Perion. She did not glance upward as she ascended the stairs to find Chris waiting for her at the second floor entrance. 

No, this was just like any other Friday night. There was only the relative quiet of the 4th floor.

Kelsie glumly trudged down the hall and into her room.

By the time that Kelsie had set her laptop down on her bed, however, her standard Friday night doldrums had been utterly forgotten.

“Alexia,” Kelsie laughed with a cocked eyebrow, “What are you WEARING?”

Alexia was very much NOT in pajamas. Judging from her distracted, busy expression, and from her attire, Alexia was, in fact, rushing to get ready to head to class.

A class at the sluttiest school that had ever existed.

Alexia, Kelsie realized, had completely done her make-up. The bright pink shadow above her eyes, the Barbie-esque lipstick that she had applied…These were touches, Kelsie determined with a giggle, that no boy in the history of the Earth would ever notice…given Alexia’s outfit.

Alexia had covered her resplendent upper body with a tight, white dress shirt that was unbuttoned nearly halfway down the front…enough to make the pink bra that was straining against the shirt quite visible. Below this lusty top, Alexia was wearing a plaid pink-and-white skirt…although calling it a “skirt” was probably a bit of an overstatement. Even a girl with a body like Kelsie’s would have had difficulty containing her butt beneath this slip of a covering: Alexia’s ass practically poured out from underneath it. If Kelsie’s voluptuous bestie did anything other than stand straight up, the pink satin panties that were caressing her incredible backside became quickly visible. As if this wasn’t all enough already, Alexia had finished the whole outfit off with white, knee-high stockings.

This wasn’t a man-eating uniform. This was a man-incinerating uniform.

Alexia hadn’t replied to Kelsie’s initial query. She was busy hustling over to the tall standing floor-mirror the girls shared in the corner of the room. Her sumptuous backside presented in its full sexy schoolgirl glory, Alexia began dragging the mirror across the room.

Kelsie tried again.

“Alexia…are you…going to a PARTY, or something?”

Alexia positioned the mirror at the foot of her bed, with the reflective end facing the bed.

“Kelsie,” she finally offered, ignoring Kelsie’s questions, “You’re going to have to help me.”

Kelsie could not possibly have been more confused by this entire display.

“Help you? Alexia, what is this? What are you doing? What would you need my hel–”

Alexia cut her off.

“He’s a really sweet boy. But he’s still a boy, and he won’t be able to stop himself.”

Kelsie’s mouth was agape with total bewilderment.

“ALEXIA. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING AB–”

There was a knock on the door of their dorm room.

Alexia took a deep, resolute breath, and walked over to the door…and Kelsie suddenly spied, across her roommate’s face, that peculiar blend of emotions that Kelsie had first encountered on the bleachers earlier this week. Lust…Determination…Romance?

There were those flushed cheeks again.

WAIT…WAS THIS–

Alexia swung the door a quarter of the way open…

…just enough to reveal an open-mouthed, stunned, Jason Lim. 

Without a word, Alexia reached out her hand, grabbed the front of Jason’s quarter-zip, and gently tugged the gobsmacked boy into the dorm room.

Kelsie had no idea under what pretense this sweet technophile had been lured here tonight. Whatever it had been, Jason now seemed to be cycling furiously through his expansive mind for some explanation for what he had just walked in on: Kelsie sitting on her bed in her pajama pants as if this was a standard Friday evening; Alexia communicating, in every possible way, that this was no normal night.

Like Kelsie, Jason was trying to put together why Alexia was dressed like this. Unlike Kelsie…This boy was exuding an erotic desire that Kelsie could practically taste in the air. Lust was practically sweating out of Jason’s pores. In the brief moment of silence that followed, the only sound in the room was Jason’s deep, labored breathing.

And then Alexia slowly pulled herself close to Jason, right up to his chest, looked up into his eyes, and removed every obstacle of doubt that this nice boy had logically tried to place in his own way.

“Jason,” Alexia intoned, her voice just above a whisper, “This is all for you.”

Kelsie stood up: There was no sense in standing in the way of these two oncoming trains!

“Okayyyyy, I will see you two later…”

“You can’t leave, Kelsie,” Alexia entreated, her eyes never leaving the sand-swept Korean visage above her. “I told you, I need your help.”

Kelsie stopped and silently held up her hands to say why the hell would I STAY, Alexia? 

Alexia’s only response was to snap her finger, then point back at Kelsie’s bed.

“Jason, you don’t think about Kelsie right now,” Alexia gently commanded. “There’s no one here but me, OK?”

Right now, there was no one else in Howard Hall for Jason Lim. 

There was no one else at Perion University.

There was no one else on Earth.

Alexia slid her hands down to Jason’s waist, to his quarter zip and the t-shirt beneath it. As she pulled them up over Jason’s head and discarded them on the floor, Kelsie could see this boy trying to maintain the smallest grip on reality: It was if his brain wanted to at least note the utter bizarreness of suddenly standing here, bare-chested, in the middle of this room, before his conscience blew its final fuse and he departed for Dreamland.

Alexia crouched down, pulled off Jason’s sneaker and socks, then slowly stood back up, staring into Jason’s eyes as she rose. She unzipped the fly of his jeans, and they collapsed to the ground. Save for Jason’s tight black athletic briefs, the boy was now in his full glory.

Jason’s nearly naked body juggled the same contradictions that his face did. He looked awkwardly skinny…yet the longer Kelsie looked, the more she detected a supple display of lean muscle. The boy’s entire aura right now was Nerd’s Fantasy Comes True…yet his body was a beguiling voyage to Asia, to the islands, to a faraway place where this humble programmer could somehow show a basic American girl the pleasures that she didn’t know existed…

Alexia drew her body tight to Jason’s. She began to softly kiss his neck, her lipstick leaving its pink mark at every stop.

“Jason…” Alexia whispered between kisses, “We all really appreciate you…You have been such a good friend to the team…you have been such a good brother to Erika…”

Alexia moved higher, to Jason’s left ear. She delicately took the lobe in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue before sliding her lips around the entire outer rim of the ear.

“You fight for what’s right,” Alexia breathed as she tasted Jason’s deeply tanned body. “You bring a voice to those who don’t have one. We see you, Jason.” Alexia’s sensuous mouth traveled back down to Jason’s neck, then onward to his clavicle, his shoulders, his chest, his nipples. No inch of the boy escaped attention.

Jason’s eyes were closed now. His every breath heaved from his chest as desire tried to reach inside of him and wrap its hand around his very soul.

Kelsie, meanwhile, felt like a massive fly on the wall. She had been commanded to stay, though, so here she sat, watching Alexia try to light Jason’s body on fire. 

Kelsie couldn’t escape the sensation, though, that, whatever the hell it was that Alexia was doing here…it wasn’t an act. Her Bestie was on some sort of mission: As confused as Kelsie was, she wasn’t blind to that. But Kelsie, to her own memorable dismay, had seen Alexia perform for a man’s sexual pleasure before. She knew that Alexia could, on command, summon erotic power that could bring any male body to the brink and beyond. This, right here, with Jason, was…something else. Something beyond the performance of a temptress.

Kelsie noticed–while Jason absolutely did not notice–the way that Alexia had deliberately avoided kissing Jason on the lips. The way that her eyes closed as she drew close to his skin. The way her breathing seemed, ever so subtly, to begin to mirror his as she navigated his quivering figure. It was the ever-so-slight ambiance that only a best friend could detect: Alexia, currently claiming sexual dominion over Jason, nonetheless felt claimed by him…perhaps more so than she was willing to admit to herself.

As Alexia’s soft, hot-pink lips tasted Jason’s stomach, the caramel-hued temptress reached her hands down to unbutton her shirt. As she cast it aside, Jason dared to cast his eyes downward at the glory of Alexia’s cleavage, calling to him from within her rose bra. 

Alexia’s mouth traveled lower, to the waist of his briefs. Now her gaze reached upward for his. Alexia slid her hands up Jason’s thighs to his waistband. She smoothly pulled his underwear to the floor.

The aching penis that sprang from within its cloth prison was of an only slightly lighter complexion than the rest of Jason’s body. Kelsie would probably have described this penis as “standard” in size, shape, and length. As in, perfectly fine.

This was not the reaction that Alexia was having.

Kelsie could detect a hunger in her bestie, a feeling of significance, the emotion of finally seeing this dick on this boy. And here again was Alexia pushing that emotion aside, past an oblivious Jason, as she called, softly, up to him from her knees.

“I’m going to put my mouth on you now, OK?”

Jason’s eyes closed with ecstatic anticipation. 

“Oh, fuck…” he whispered.

Kelsie had once seen Alexia use her tongue on a penis. 

This time, her bestie’s lips did all of the work. 

Alexia leaned forward with almost glacially paced eroticism until, at last, the remaining coats of pink on the rim of her mouth gently impacted against Jason’s throbbing shaft. With sensual deliberation, Alexia wove up and down the pulsating underbelly of his length. The gentle pops of her lips coming together to deliver kiss after kiss mixed with the frantic breaths pouring from Jason’s mouth as pleasure overtook his body. With each oral caress, he seemed to grow more full, more hard, more red in color, until Kelsie began to worry that both the member and Jason himself might explode.

At last, Alexia rose from her tortured quarry and traced an oral path back up Jason’s body. As she stood, she reached out her hand, clasped it with Jason’s, and silently led him toward her bed. Alexia lifted her pillow from its normal resting-place and repositioned it at the foot of the bed…directly next to the mirror Alexia had moved over. As Alexia lifted the pillow, she revealed a tiny pink plastic bottle that she enclosed within her free hand.

Alexia climbed onto the bed on all fours, facing the mirror and dropping her head low until it met the pillow. Her meager skirt stood no chance against this action: Alexia’s majestic ass, in its pink-pantied glory, revealed itself fully to Jason.

“Climb behind me, Jason,” Alexia softly commanded. As if in a trance, her prize obeyed her with silent immediacy. 

Now, suddenly, Alexia seemed to remind both Kelsie and Jason that Kelsie had been a party to all of this.

“Kelsie,” Alexia intoned to her bestie, “I need you to get behind Jason.”

Kelsie blinked. 

“What?” she whispered.

“It’s okay,” Alexia continued, nodding with assurance from her salacious pose against the pillow. “All you have to do is just get behind him. Just as you are right now. Just come over here and drape your arms around him against his chest. Like you’re hugging him.”

Kelsie’s heart suddenly raced as she confronted the notion–however minor her role might be–of crossing the invisible but massive threshold from spectator to participant. 

But this room, overflowing with explicit suggestion, contained not a drop of the trauma of Kelsie and Alexia’s previous shared experience. This was, frankly, an incredible thing that Kelsie was watching unfold between Alexia and Jason–two people for whom Kelsie was happily rooting. Kelsie’s positioning in the room wasn’t going to do much to change that. 

In any case: At this present moment, this tiny room was an empire controlled by Queen Alexia. What Alexia wanted, Alexia was going to get.

Kelsie rose from her bed and slid across until she was kneeling, upright, behind Jason…who was kneeling, with intent, directly behind the pleasure-temple of Alexia’s fully presented form. Both Kelsie and Jason seemed to briefly acknowledge the utter ridiculousness of all of this, and the incongruence of Kelsie’s pajama pants and sweatshirt against the unbridled eroticism splayed across the rest of the bed. But Jason could only transmit his focus back to the Earthly realm for so long. Even as Kelsie’s arms softly wrapped across his chest, Jason was already losing himself in Alexia’s body once again.

As Kelsie oriented herself within this sweaty fantasy, she realized that she could clearly see Alexia’s face in the mirror beyond the bed. This, obviously, had been Alexia’s intent. Staring into the mirror, she began to talk to Jason, who dragged his eyes from the magnificence of her ass to behold her reflection.

“Jason.” Alexia’s voice was sultry yet firm. “You know we all really like you. You know we respect you. But I NEED your help. You know I do…You know WE do. And we’re out of time.”

Something clicked within the slim boy’s mind; Jason realized, now, that there had been a point to all of this. As if in the throes of a fever dream, Jason began to offer detached, frantic versions of the same protests that Kelsie had heard earlier in the week.

“I can’t!” Jason panted. “I could get kicked out! It’s ILLEGAL! I could go to JAIL.”

Alexia slowly shook her head, never taking her eyes off of Jason.

“I can’t argue with you any more, Jason,” she breathed. “So this is what we’re going to do.”

Alexia slid her hands up from the bed and along her own thighs until, at last, they clasped the waist of her panties. As her eyes sparkled with focus–and, Kelsie knew, with the knowledge of what this would do to this young man–Alexia pulled her underwear down to meet her stockings at her knees. Inch by perfect inch, her butt revealed itself to Jason and Kelsie.

“Jason,” Alexia called softly, “I’m going to give you something I’ve never given a boy.”

“I’m going to give you my ass.”

Jason seemed unable to even process the significance of Alexia’s words. 

But then the curvaceous athlete squeezed a drop of lubricant onto her finger from the tiny pink bottle. And then she reached backward to begin to massage the impossibly tight hole that was just visible beneath the lower-reaches of her skirt. And then Jason began to understand that there were higher levels of pleasure in this universe than he had previously known existed.

“Oh my God…Oh my God…Oh my God,” the poor boy began to actually shake in Kelsie’s arms.

In the mirror, Kelsie could see Alexia’s reaction to this display: A torrid mixture of trepidation at what she was about to allow to happen to herself and elation at the effect it was having on Jason.

“But Jason,” Alexia added, her own breath growing heavy, “You can only put in the head. No more than that. I can’t take it. It’s too tight.”

Alexia squeezed a larger amount of lube onto her hand. She reached back and began to massage the front end of Jason’s penis. The boy moaned with anticipation, and his dick began to dance frantically between Alexia’s fingers…until, at last, she delicately took control of him, and guided him against her.

The jogging passer-by to this car crash of lust, Kelsie, watched from over Jason’s shoulders as the agonized head of his cock impacted against Alexia’s tightness. To Kelsie, this seemed like an impossible task: This penis wasn’t nearly the massive specimen that Chris Weathers’ had been…but it still seemed as though Jason’s girth was far more than this hole could accept.

But Kelsie could see, in the mirror, her bestie’s determination to make this work. She could feel, against her body, the raw animal hunger in this otherwise sweet boy, and she could watch below them as the head of his dick seemed to almost will itself inside of this sexual fortress.

And then, finally, Alexia’s opening surrendered to Jason’s invading force. As she sharply inhaled, the red, rigid head of his penis parted and penetrated her.

Now, Kelsie finally understood the scope of her own role. Jason had entered a tiny fraction of Alexia; he would now immediately move to take all of her. Kelsie could sense it against the boy’s body: she could feel the lion trying to escape from within this lamb. As Jason tensed as if to drive himself further, Kelsie wrapped her arms tight against his chest.”

“It’s OK, Jason,” she whispered. “You have to stop. No more than this.”

Her actions were enough. Jason withheld…and the poor boy entered a torturous sexual purgatory.

Kelsie could see that Jason’s dick was practically screaming. It would never abandon this position, just barely through the golden doorway that was Alexia. But it could go no deeper, and neither it nor Jason seemed to know what to do about that. Jason’s visible length shook, pulsed and danced. It was desperately trying to cum. 

Alexia’s face betrayed that she had struggled to come even this far. She was wincing from the pressure of Jason’s entry…yet she was clearly powerfully aroused by what she was doing to the tanned figure behind her. 

“Jason,” Alexia managed to whisper. “I want to give you what you want. I want to give you your release. I want you to explode.”

“But I can’t give you that until you promise that you’ll do it.”

And here, Kelsie watched, in the mirror, as poor Jason Lim was drained of the last drops of his resolve.

“Oh God…Alexia…I CAN’T…Oh my God…”

“PLEASE, Jason,” Alexia entreated. “PLEASE do this for me.”

Jason’s breath was so frantic, Kelsie was worried he might hyper-ventilate.

“It’s OK, Jason,” she whispered, clutching his chest with as much comfort as she could provide.

Alexia stared up at the shivering figure who was diverting his focus, nonstop, between the perfect face controlling him through the mirror and the perfect ass in which his throbbing shaft was incarcerated.

“Jason Lim,” Alexia resolutely intoned, “Be our warrior. Be our protector.”

At last, Jason’s lust drove him across the Rubicon.

“Oh God, Alexia…I’ll do it…I’ll do it…I’ll do it…”

Relief, victory, guilt, and unchained desire…Kelsie watched all of these emotions flash across her roommate’s pink-shadowed eyes.

“Thank you, Jason,” she exhaled. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Now,” Alexia commanded, the tone of her voice rising with anticipation, “Take yourself in your hand, and release yourself inside me.”

The moans began to escape from Jason’s lips before his fingers had even arrived in position. Kelsie could see, in the mirror, that Jason was no longer capable of keeping his eyes open. He was, indeed, in Dreamland now. 

As Jason’s delirious lids closed, Alexia seemed to forget that Kelsie was still here–that her bestie would detect the emotions that Alexia would now betray. Alexia closed her eyes, rested her head on her pillow, reached her lubricated finger between her legs, and began to furiously massage her clit. She made not a sound, as if unwilling, even now, to display to either herself or to Jason just how much she wanted this, just how much more this was to her than some resolute quest.

Kelsie watched as these two monuments to lustful longing pushed themselves, and each other, over the edge. Alexia arrived first, opening her mouth wide as silent waves of pure pleasure rolled through her. While her mouth could keep her orgasm a secret, the palace between her legs could not. Her hole pulsated and tightened as it was wracked with sensation…a final siren song that the penis Jason was furiously milking could not ignore. With a practically anguished cry of passion, he began his own orgasm. 

Kelsie looked down from her vantage point as Jason’s rippling penis pumped untold amounts of seed between the two dancing bodies. As much cum as this boy could possibly produce–as much as any man could produce–it was all transferred, round after ecstatic round, through that tight, quivering portal and into Alexia’s body.

Finally, the moment subsided. Alexia and Jason both looked utterly overcome and exhausted. 

Kelsie, the only person in the room who had maintained a grip on reality this entire time, was immediately conscious of overstaying her welcome on this bed, and sprang back over to hers. This action seemed to shock sense back into Alexia, who quickly made a show of regained composure.

“Jason,” she said, pulling away from him and rolling onto her side, “Thank you so much. I’m so happy that you came around. What you’re doing is a great thing.”

Jason, coming down off of his cloud, seemed to be now remembering that he had actually agreed to something at some point in recent history. The boy was now a kaleidoscope of emotions: worry over what he had agreed to; commitment to honoring the promise he had made; disappointment at the gracious but detached tone that Alexia was now adopting; the powerful, lingering high of the greatest moment of his life. 

After a moment, Jason slowly nodded. 

“I’ll do it,” he confirmed, his eyes filling with purpose.

Alexia smiled, “I know you will.” 

Jason no doubt missed it…but Kelsie could spy, just for a second, the veil of separation lifting on Alexia’s face, and her true feelings for Jason escaping.

Jason nodded again, as if confirming his commitment to himself. And then he suddenly grasped that he was naked, with a dripping penis, in a dorm room with two girls, one of whom was in pajamas, sitting next to her laptop as if this was just another night. Jason darted for his clothes, pulled them on, and then stood awkwardly, staring from Kelsie to Alexia, from reality to dream, from polite obligation to leave to the desperate desire to somehow, some way, get back to that place.

Alexia raised her hand.

“Bye, Jason.”

“Bye!” Jason exclaimed immediately.

Just like that, the boy was gone.

Kelsie had no words. None. She could only stare blankly across the few feet of empty space that separated the two beds.

Alexia allowed a single, long, resolute breath to escape from her weary lips.

“OK…” she murmured to herself. “He’s going to do it.”

Kelsie practically exploded, as if the evening’s entire procession of events had been suspended in the air above her and had now collapsed around her in shattered pieces.

“ALEXIA!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???”

Alexia’s lips, their pink tone finally beaten into faded submission, produced a knowing smile.

“Don’t worry, Kelsie,” Alexia promised.

“You’ll see.”