Co-Ed by UnpublishedEroticaWriter..,

Chapter 1

An Unusual Circumstance

Edward had finally been accepted into the college of his dreams. Although, under an unusual circumstance. College classes were just starting so no one had a chance to choose their roommate yet. When he approached the girl’s dorm he received surprised and flirtatious glances from all the cute college girls he passed.

“Are you lost, handsome?” A gorgeous girl with curly red hair asked with titillation. He shook his head no. She approached until she was blocking his path.”You here to see some lucky girl?” she followed up.

“Truth be told, the guy’s dorm is full and there is only space in the woman’s dorm,” he explained. He lifted his gym bag while gesturing down at his wheeled suitcase for emphasis.

“For real? We’ve never had Co-Ed dorms before. Can I see the application?” she requested in curiosity. He put down his bag before reaching into his jeans pocket to pull out a letter. He handed it to her and she gave it a quick scan. She made a huge sigh. “Not my room,” she intoned, disappointed. She handed it back when a new dirty idea popped into her head. “Maybe when you get settled in you can get settled IN,” she suggested in a seductive voice.

“I…have to get going. I’ve had a long and hard…” he blurted out in nervousness.

She took a peek down at his huge feet. “Dick?” she guessed.

“Drive here,” he finished. “But it was nice meeting you…” He lingered for her name being polite.

“Cassie,” she introduced herself. “What’s your name?” she inquired letting him rush past her.

“Edward,” he responded.

“I like to know the name of the guy I’ll be riding tonight,” she schemed.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he closed the giant entry door to the girl’s dorm behind him. “Down, boy, down,” he scowled at his aroused dick. ‘I can’t show up at my new roommate’s place with a half-chub,’ he reprimanded himself. ‘Think about baseball, cars, or old people naked. That last one did it,’ he boosted with his self-discipline. With the situation under control, he viewed the transfer letter. ‘209,’ the letter read. Moving into the elevator, he pressed 2. The second he exited he saw the first door number was 209. “Oh, what a lucky break,” he reacted feeling fortunate. With a light touch, he knocked on the door.

Chapter 2

Papers, Please

A shocked but cute, petite, short-haired brunette answered. “You are a guy!” she exclaimed, flabbergasted.

“Last time I checked,” he replied light-hearted.

‘A hot, muscular guy at that,’ she thought.

“When I saw the name ‘Eddie’ on the new roommate transfer I thought you would be a girl,” she claimed. “Let me see the paper,” she spoke with doubt.

“My friends call me Eddie. But if it makes you feel any better, you can call me Ed or Edward,” he offered.

She scanned the document, only half-listening to Edward. His name, the move-in date, the Dorm name Emelia’s Women Dorm for exceptional young women… “Wait a minute,” she paused. She made a sniffing noise. “Is that perfume?” she judged with suspicion.

“Oh, right, a redhead I passed didn’t believe it either. She wanted me to pull it out so she had a chance to see it,” he recalled. She gave him a questioning look. “The Room Transfer Order,” he clarified with a chuckle. “She was let down when she saw it wasn’t her room,” he added, sounding smug.

“Cassie,” she spat with venom.

“You know her?” he marveled.

“Just one redhead that is as forward as that. It’s not unusual to find guys that have been fucked senseless in a secluded place around here,” she disparaged.

“While she grins like a loon for the rest of the day,” she retorted in contempt. “You are lucky you escaped,” she assured him.

“Speaking of names, I never got yours,” he segued.

“Hayley,” she responded pleased. She reached out to shake his hand causing him to drop his luggage by the empty bed. He gave her a firm handshake. “That’s quite a strong grip you have there,” she winced.

“Oh, sorry,” he voiced his apology while letting go of her hand.

“It’s alright. Some girls like it rough,” she broadcasted without thinking. Her face ripened to a bright red with embarrassment.

Chapter 3

Ground Rules

“This requires some ground rules,” she spouted, eager to change the subject. “When I’m changing clothes I expect you to be a gentleman by turning away. I don’t want you staring at my boobs,” she mandated.

At the mention of her breasts, he was unable to help but focus on them. They were of medium size with nice pepperoni-sized nipples revealing themselves from under her white college T-shirt. “No bra? Laundry day?” he teased.

“I believed you were a girl. I didn’t think I needed one,” she justified. She was about to cover her mounds when she figured he already had a good look. “Eyes up here,” she grumbled, irritated.

His gaze returned to her face as he waited for her to continue. But her mind was elsewhere. ‘Imagine his lustful eyes spying on my body when I’m undressing,’ she envisioned. She felt a tingling sensation and realized the idea excited her.

“Well, the same goes for you,” he interrupted her daydreaming.

“Huh?” she uttered, waking from her stupor.

“I don’t want you ogling my package when I’m redressing,” he dictated.

“Your package?” she repeated, dumbfounded. Compelled by instinct, she checked out his crotch. ‘Wow. Even unerect I can see the bulging outline through his pants.’ She was in awe.

“Eyes up here,” he parroted her own words back at her.

“Ok, I don’t want you coming home drunk and horny and trying to sneak into my bed,” she countered.

“Likewise,” he challenged.

She grew indignant about such a concept. “If I bring a guy home, I want you to face the wall when we are having sex. And no, you can’t have sloppy seconds,” she decreed.

He made a disgusted face at the idea of having ‘leftovers’. “Alright, if I bring a girl or TWO back, I also demand you look the other way. Don’t even think about joining us. It’s gonna be a long night,” he testified.

The insinuation that she was some kinda sex fiend irked her. Yet, Ed was insulted that he’d be anything but a gentleman frustrated him.

The argument left her feeling heated up but not in anger. But she hid it behind anger. She had to use all her willpower to stop herself from tackling him onto the bed and start tearing his clothes in a passion-filled frenzy. If she became any wetter, her juices would start to dribble down her shorts. But that would prove his point. She kept her arousal secret. ‘I’ll be damned before I let him know my urges for him,’ she contemplated in indignation.

Only his constricting jeans helped conceal his hardened penis. The same fantasy ran through his mind. However, he was a man of honor. That would prove her point. They scowled at one another. Neither was willing to give in. Seconds later, there was a soft knock on their door.

Chapter 4

Helping Hand

An attractive, tall girl with golden long hair popped her head in. “Brooke,” she expressed with joy. She waved for her friend to come in.

Brooke was wearing a short mini-skirt and top. She took a long inspection of Ed. “For me?” she tantalized. Brooke noticed his futile attempt to hide his erection. She distinguished that her friend also appeared turned on.