Trixie Goes to College Part I

Trixie Goes to College Part I

Trixie woke up with a start when they stumbled into the room and a perky smile quickly crept over her face.

“Are you sure? Are you sure she’s asleep?” her roommate’s boyfriend Todd kept asking, slurring his words.

“Sure I’m sure,” her roommate Tabitha giggled, drunk. “She sleeps like the dead. She’ll never hear a thing.”

Trixie heard fumbling in the dark and more giggles as the pair slipped off their clothes and into Tabitha’s bed on the other side of their dorm room. It was only the second week of school and Todd had come up to see her from the state university thirty miles away where he majored in fraternity drinking. Mt. Chastity was nominally a catholic college for women and as belied its name, men weren’t supposed to be allowed into the dorms, let alone into the rooms.

But not Tabitha, Trixie grinned to herself and started to rub her nipples through her night shirt. No, that little slut wanted it all the time, she thought, regardless of the stern threat of immediate expulsion that they’d all received. Todd seemed good enough, good enough for a goon with a sausage and a letter jacket, but he wasn’t what Trixie wanted.

“But are you sure she won’t wake up? You’re sure?” Todd asked again.

He was shushed with a suggestion that Trixie couldn’t make out and Todd’s queries soon turned to the sounds of licking and moans.