Days in the Dorm
Not the Best Time to Whip It Out
With a naughty smirk on your face you say, "You wanna see hard? I'll show you hard."
She looks at you with surprise as you immediately stand up and whip your throbbing cock out of your shorts and wave it at her face. She gasps and you nod, smiling, while gripping your hard member right in front of her.
"You see this?" You say clearly. "This is how hard you make it, and you know you like it too."
She sneers and huffs, looking disgusted by you. You don't buy the act and let go of your prick, allowing it to stand on it's own while pointing at her. "On come on, you know you do it on purpose. You like making me hard or you wouldn't show off like you did."
"Fuck!" She says, sliding off her chair and moving away from you. "I should have fucking known you weren't that cool. You're just as bad as every other fucking guy out there. And here I had hope you would be the exception and I could have some fun with you, but all you care about is what you can stick that thing in."
With another disgusted look at you she walks over to her dresser drawers and pulls out some more clothes to put on. Not only panties, but pajama pants too.
Not even looking at you she speaks in a cold voice while climbing into her bed. "I am going to sleep. I'll see about switching rooms tomorrow."
You are still standing there with your now shrinking prick hanging out and starting to feel like a fool as she mumbles "Fucking Bastard!" under her breath before rolling over and going to sleep.
You know it's over in the morning when she not only doesn't change in the room, but doesn't even bother to shower before going to the office to talk to them. It's only a matter of hours before she is back and packing, and a matter of days before she is gone for good.
You never get the chance to talk to her again and the rest of your year is rather lousy because of the stories she tells every girl she can about you. Her other interests also seem to have moved over to just girls, for you never see her out with a guy either. For all intents and purposes your story is over.