On Rounds -- The Last Night - Sex Stories

On Rounds -- The Last Night

On Rounds – The Last Night Can I hear a round of applause ladies and gentlemen? The choir is singing and I am floating! As of 8 a.m. tomorrow morning, I will officially no longer be employed by Residence Life. Graduation is next week. My internship is lined up and I cannot wait to start working my way up the publishing ladder. One day I want to have my own publishing and editing company. I was lucky to nail this opportunity. All I need to do is make it through this last night of rounds. Armed with nothing but my clipboard and a pen, I stroll through the residence hall for the last time. You hear all kinds of things from behind those doors. Dogs barking. Pets are definitely NOT allowed . Family guy and The Colbert Report blaring from TV speakers. Are all these residents deaf? People playing Xbox One and Playstation 4. It’s Friday night, go get twisted why don’t you?! Hm, the sounds of college students at their finest. And of course, I can hear some fucking going on. It is the last week for a lot of us. A couple of farewell hookups are currently under way. “Harder! Yes… Yes baby mmmmmm. Fuck!” a girl screams. The grunting of a bunch of these coeds is making me horny; more-so than I am on a normal basis. My panties become damp with every step I take. As I reminisce about my eventful year there is one thing that I regret, well, one person. Petey. My next door neighbor. He is British with a yummy accent. Most girls fall weak at that knees whenever he is around based on that ...

... alone. His looks aren’t of the drop-dead-gorgeous-take-me-now variety. He’s merely simple. Shaggy brown hair that he lets grow too long so that it covers his deep brown eyes, toned muscular build, and tall. He isn’t bursting out of his t-shirts or walking in that swaggerly way that some attractive guys do: chest out and up, hips swiveling, etc. I find all of those things very sexy do not get me wrong, I mean what girl wouldn’t? I guess what I am trying to get across is that if Petey were in a crowd of people, my eyes would skip right over him to someone more distinctive. Still, after meeting him once, he became a good friend, a great resident, and a constant fantasy. The honesty with which he approaches all things is refreshing and keeps me on my toes. He teases me sometimes and I swoon inwardly, but it’s the same with other girls too, so, it is truly hard to know when he’s being sincere. Nevertheless, I would jump at the chance to get tangled in the sheets with him. Unfortunately, I am forbidden by contract to do so. Lots of other RAs get involved with their residents because really, who would find out? I avoid breaking this rule considering the fact that I live with these students, sleeping with them would make my life way more complicated than is necessary. Petey equals the exception. It’s my last night and my bags are packed to leave the next day. It would be nice to bump into Petey, say a nice, platonic goodbye. Usually, Petey is out having fun and then slipping into his room ...