Joren Vale stood outside Room 3C, staring at the door like it might bite him.
His roommate, Dale, had given him the address with a wink and a thumbs-up. "She’s chill. Just don’t be weird."
Joren had nodded like he knew what that ant. He didn’t.
He checked his breath for the fifth ti, then knocked.
The door opened. Tasha stood there in a crop top and joggers, hair tied up, phone in hand. She looked him up and down, then smiled—just a little.
"You’re Joren?"
"Yeah," he said, voice cracking slightly. "Hi."
She stepped aside. "Co in."
Joren had never been in a girl’s room like this before. The air slled like vanilla and sothing floral he couldn’t na. The fairy lights blinked lazily above the bed, casting soft shadows across the walls. A slow R&B track played from a speaker in the corner: low, sultry, and way too confident for how nervous he felt.
He sat on the edge of the bed, trying not to bounce. His palms were sweating. His heart was doing that thing where it beat too fast and too loud, like it was trying to escape his chest.
"You’re quiet," she said, tilting her head.
"I’m just... new," he mumbled. "To the school. To this."
Tasha’s eyebrows raised, intrigued. She moved to the bed, plopping down beside him, legs crossed, phone tossed aside. Her crop top hugged her fra, leaving little to the imagination, and her joggers hung low on her hips. She looked relaxed. He looked like a guy trying not to pass out.
She turned to him. "You’ve never hooked up before?"
He hesitated. "Not really. I an, i.. I’ve made out before, but I’ve never really..."
"So you’re a virgin."
Joren’s face turned red at she said. "I..."
She smiled, slow and knowing. "You’re cute. Nervous, but cute."
He laughed, too loud. "Thanks. I like your... your, uh..."
He stamred, his eyes fixed on her chest.
Tasha noticed his gaze and a mischievous smile spread across hee face.
"You’re really trying hard not to look at my tits," she said, amused.
Joren flushed. "I’m trying to be respectful."
"Respectful’s nice," she said, sliding closer. "But I didn’t invite you here to talk about ethics"
He leaned closer, his heart racing.
Their lips t. Soft at first. Then deeper. Her hand found his knee, then slid up slowly, deliberately. Joren’s heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it.
She climbed into his lap, straddling him. Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the edge of his ribs. He gasped—quietly, embarrassingly.
He could feel every curve of her body, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest, the way her hips shift slightly to create more friction. Tasha broke the kiss just enough to bite his lower lip, tugging it gently before releasing it.
Her breath was warm against his mouth, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
"Mmm," she humd, her hands sliding down to guide his hands to her ass.
"Not bad for a virgin. You okay?" she asked, pausing.
"Yeah," he said. "Just... overwheld. In a good way."
She smiled again and kissed him slower this ti. Her hips shifted against his, and he felt himself responding—too fast, too obviously. He tried to play it cool, but his hands were shaking.
Her fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt. "Can I?"
He nodded. She pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. He was suddenly aware of every inch of his body—how pale he looked, how awkward his posture was, how badly he wanted this to go right.
She leaned in again, lips brushing his neck, her breath warm. Her own shirt ca off, revealing her soft mounds and pink tits. Joren tried not to stare, but failed.
Her hand slid down to his belt.
"You’re really tense," she whispered.
"I’m trying not to ss this up," he admitted.
She kissed him again. "You’re doing just fine."
She undid his belt, then his jeans her fingers brushing against his erection. He helped, fumbling slightly. His boxers stayed on—for now. Her joggers ca off next, and suddenly they were both half-undressed, breathing hard.
She pushed him back onto the bed, still straddling his hips. His mouth found one of her pink tits and sucked on it.
*haah..*
Tasha’s moan was soft, almost surprised.
His hands slipped lower. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he peppered kissed to her hard nipples, his hands continued exploring lower, pausing just above the waistband of her underwear.
"I’m so wet for you right now," she whispered, breathless.
"I... I can feel it." he said, voice low and husky.
He hooked his hand into the waistbands of her underwear and she lifted herself off his body to enable him pull it down with ease, revealing her wet pink lips, twitching and begging for attention. Her clit already swollen.
"Like what you see?" She asked, her voice low and husky
Joren only nodded, his throat too dry to reply.
He flipped her over and her back hit the bed with a soft thud, and he leaned down onto her wet folds, his tongue tasting her.
She gasped as his mouth t her skin.
*Haah...*
Her back arched, her hand gripping his hair. Her breath ca in short, uneven bursts. He felt like he was doing sothing right for the first ti in his life.
She pulled him up, kissed him hard, then reached down—her hand slipping beneath his boxers, stroking his mber. He moaned, involuntarily. She stroked him slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked on his.
"You’re really into this," she said, teasing.
"I’ve been thinking about it since I got here," he admitted.
She laughed softly, then kissed him again. His boxers ca off, and she guided him between her legs, breath hitching as he positioned himself.
Then she paused.
"Wait," she said, voice suddenly serious. "Aren’t you gonna put it on?"
"Put what on?" Joren asked, confused.
"Protection," Tasha answered, her voice still husky
"You brought it, right?"
Joren blinked. "Uh... no. I didn’t think—I an, I didn’t expect—"
Her expression shifted. Not angry. Just frustrated, and a little bit dissapointed.
"Why didn’t you bring protection? Are you really that clueless?" she said, the frustration of hooking up with soone so inexperienced seeping into her voice.
"what was the point of you coming here if you didn’t co with it?"
He scrambled to sit up too, heart sinking. "I... my bad. It must’ve skipped my mind"
She closed her eyes, jaw tightening. Her body was still humming, her nipples still hard, her core still wet and needy, but her tone didn’t loosen.
"I want this," she said, more to herself than to Joren. "God, I do. But I’m not doing it raw."
Her voice wasn’t cold. It was warm, conflicted, like she hated saying it.
Joren nodded slowly, the heat draining from his face, replaced by dissapointnt. "No, yeah. Of course. I get it."
She exhaled, long and heavy, then gently pushed him back. "You’re sweet, Joren. But you gotta co prepared."
He sat up, heart sinking, body still aching. She reached for her joggers and her top, pulling them on without looking at him.
"I’ll text you," she said, voice softer now. "Okay?"
He nodded, shirtless, undone, and undone in every way.
"Yeah," he said. "Sure."
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Back in his dorm room, Joren collapsed onto his bed. Dale was out. The silence felt like punishnt.
He didn’t rember walking back to his dorm.
He rembered pulling his jeans up in silence. He rembered Tasha saying, "I’ll text you," like it was a favor. He rembered the way her voice cracked—not from anger, but restraint. She wanted it too. That made it worse.
Now he was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling like it owed him answers.
His body was still buzzing, but not in a good way. It was like his nerves hadn’t gotten over the fact that the mont was over. His heart kept skipping, like it was trying to rewind ti.
He grabbed his notebook from the nightstand and flipped to a blank page.
> Step 2: Always bring a condom.
> Step 3: Stop trying so hard.
He stared at the words, then added:
> Step 4: Don’t tell Dale. He’ll laugh.
His phone buzzed.
Dale: "How’d it go, lover boy?"
Joren didn’t reply.
Instead, he opened his cara and stared at himself. Eyes red. Lips swollen. He didn’t look like soone who’d just had a good ti.
He thought about texting Tasha. Just a simple "Sorry." Or maybe "Thanks." But what would that even an?
He turned off his phone and tossed it aside, turned off the light, and let the silence swallow him whole.
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