The Unspoken Plan

Us girls were in the stairwell that led to the boy's dorms. As it was a weekend, we were allowed to be there until 11. Most of the boys from our program were in the stairwell too. Flirting with the girls. Trying to convince them to come into their dorm rooms. Some girls went along; I'm not judging. You could feel the sexual tension, stress of exams, and the sweat glistening off everyone's bodies. Also it was one of the last times we would all be together like this, celebrations and sex seemed to be in order.

Grace, my roommate, was on the top stair talking with David. She was in tight daisy duke shorts that squeezed her ass perfectly. As well as showed off her long model-like legs. Her wine-colored crop top showing a bit of her D size breasts. Her black hair was up in a bun to cool her neck off. Sweat was making her smooth olive colored skin shiny. Her lustful green eyes met my strangely relaxed blue ones every once and a while throughout her and David's conversation. Those gazes told me that she was just teasing him, nothing serious was going to happen between the two of them. That the unspoken plan was still on. I wasn't the jealous type, but it was still nice to know that she wouldn't desert me just for some muscular young man.

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