Days in the Dorm
The Game Ends in Check, but No Mate
After the short pause you stand up and say, "How about I show off what I'm packing too?"
Her eyes go wide, but before she has a chance to process what you said and reply you are already pulling down your shorts and undies. Your rock hard prick springs up and points at her and bounces as you kick your clothes towards the hamper. You then strip off your shirt, exposing your somewhat muscular chest and rendering yourself completely naked.
She stares at you, blinking as if it trying to change the image to something she expected to see, and still says nothing.
You turn around to show yourself off to her and walk back over to your chair. When you sit your hard on stands up from your lap and still seems to point at her. With a somewhat arrogant smile you say, "I figured I would one up your little show and keep the game going."
"Game?" She manages to say after a moment. "My little show?"
"Sure, you show a little and I call you on it. So you show more and raise the bar. I am just doing my next raise."
She looks at you as if somewhat confused, but says nothing more.
"Now I just want to see if you have the guts to raise the stakes again."
Her voice rises slightly as she repeats your words. "Raise the stakes?"
"Sure thing cutie." You lean back, making your cock appear more prominently in your lap, and then point to it with both hands. "All you have to do is hop up here or put your lips to work."
"Ugh." She groans and turns away fro you.
"What?" You say, not being able to hide the surprise in your voice. "You started the whole game."
"Prick." She mumbles under her breath as she stands and walks over to her drawers. Her next words are louder and obviously directed at you. "I wasn't playing some stupid game. I actually thought you were cool, so I was just being comfortable."
"Well," You say, a little confused. "I guess I was wrong. You don't have to get all huffy about it."
She pulls out some panties and slips them on. "I'm not being huffy." She then pulls out some pajama pants and slips them on too. "I'm not even sure I'm comfortable here any more."
"What?" The surprise in your voice growing. "Are you leaving?"
"I have to think about it." She looks at you, groans again, and rolls her eyes. "And can you put some clothes on please."
You oblige and put your shorts and shirt back on as she climbs into her bunk. Your next attempt to talk to her is met with a simple request to leave her alone so she can think and try to get some sleep. You do the same, but sleep is hard for you to come by this night.
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, as she avoids you every chance she gets, and the rest of your year is rather lousy because of bad you feel about your misjudgment. She seems to move on just fine though, as you catch sight of her out on dates from time to time. For all intents and purposes your story is over.