Morally Troubling Gratification (wip)


                                            Warning: Contains (fictional) characters participating in exactly what the title says.


                                            Derpy's secret prelude: https://ponepaste.org/10542


                                            -Much earlier...-


                                            >"Do we HAVE to make friends with people in our dorm building?"

                                            >The question that other student asked vibed so hard with you when you overheard it.

                                            >Had you itching to just go back to your room and go back to bed the entire time the R.A.s forced everyone to introduce one another.

                                            >Off campus housing could not have come fast enough, but it wasn't allowed in your first year.

                                            >So you had to share a bedroom with some rando you pretended to like just as much as necessary.

                                            >There weren't any harsh feelings about it, you've just always been the non-chatty type.

                                            >It's too bad guys in their 50s who would rather quietly sit there while fishing instead of manufacturing a conversation aren't living in this dorm building.

                                            >18-23 year olds are some of the smartest dumb people you've ever met.

                                            >Just old enough to not be fully naïve like 10-15 year olds who just snarl and say nobody understands them.

                                            >But not old enough to be actually mature enough to avoid being confidently wrong about a percentage of things that might be degree-earning-level on a report card.

                                            >Some of them mentally never develop past this stage until they're like 40.

                                            >But speaking of never really getting bright up in the noggin, there was one girl whom you met in your dorm building.

                                            >You think you remember her being at Canterlot High School too.

                                            >You swear this girl in particular was so behind that you have to ask how she even made it to college.

                                            >Thought it didn't make sense for all the fire escapes to be "so lonely and far apart" when the R.A.s were going over standard evacuation procedures in case the building caught on fire.

                                            >Asked if quiz scores would have deducted points halved as long as it was Christmas when the R.A.s talked about study hours in the building before final exams (classes aren't in session on Christmas).

                                            >Had this oddly crosseyed gaze that made you wonder if she really ever knew where she was going while surprisingly not bumping into walls.

                                            >You had never gotten her name at the time, but got damn she was kind of adorable when you were in your first year of college together.

                                            >Maybe it's a good thing someone might be pulling unfair strings because you never would have actually met this cutie if she never made it to college.

                                            >Is there anyone even supervising her?

                                            >What's the story behind *that*?

                                            >These questions never got a chance to mingle in your head as you had to talk to everyone on your floor, which would have been fine if some of them weren't so annoying.

                                            >At least you recognize some other people from high school who made it to the next level too.

                                            >But you're not really interested in socializing with anyone until it's time to go to late night parties and have some... fun...


                                            >And for solely this purpose, you befriended your roommate with intention of finding your way around.

                                            >It wasn't hard as soon as you got used to one another in your dorm room together in the first couple of weeks of classes.

                                            >But your whole world turned into classes so much with how much more complicated the work gets than what you were used to in high school.

                                            >Yeah, you get to sleep in and skip class if you want.

                                            >No more school buses or any of that shit.

                                            >Now you have to walk your own ass through the cold on foot just for a 55 minute lecture about two pages of that 400 dollar textbook you were required to buy.

                                            >The thing about 18-19 year olds is, they don't know anything about anything.

                                            >Even though at least half of them think otherwise.

                                            >You've been guilty of that, thinking that cross-eyed girl from a month or two ago being obviously dumber than you meant that you were sharp-witted like all of your guy friends you chilled in the dining commons with at the time.

                                            >It's no wonder people around this age are gaslit into becoming pop stars or something so long as they have a pretty face and nice body and ability to at least seem talented.

                                            >That popular Twitch Streamer ViVi talked about why she said no when someone offered her a contract and she had a lawyer read it for her and tell her what to do about it.

                                            >Though, you mainly just watch her because she's hot and hope she starts doing porn someday, but at least you learned a little bit about why Hollywood's trying to do something about this crazy livestreamer situation becoming more profitable than their side of the turf.

                                            >Regardless, off to Halloween parties you went.

                                            >Strolling on your merry little way over to the house with flashing lights in the windows after bullshitting through your calculus homework.

                                            >Nothing really felt important about college until this moment, because now you're not only doing something you want to do, but it's something you don't do anywhere nearly as often as jerk off or play video games.

                                            >Your roommate and the mutual friend you both share are here with you, all in an unspoken agreement to back one another up as friends.

                                            >As in, help the other land a date and maybe get laid or something, if getting lucky tonight is in the ballpark.

                                            >Chatting it up with everyone else would be the easiest part had it not been for the booming music making it hard to understand what was being said.

                                            >These people don't really listen that intently or say anything of much value, so it doesn't really matter.

                                            >Same goes for listening to the music: as long as it's some kind of noise that fits the vibe, it's all cool.

                                            >Everyone just wants to hang out.


                                            "Oh you know... just survivin'." You answer the girl with the southern accent who asked you how you're 'holdin' up' in your first semester of college.

                                            >"Coulda sworn we wouldn't have to worry 'bout gettin' homework done so much anymore. Don't know why ah thought that." She leans one strong wide hip to the side and sighs.

                                            >Yeah, you actually know this girl from high school... her name's Applejack.

                                            >No wonder she just sorta walked up to you and started sounding off almost as thought she knew you already... because she did.

                                            >Your friends from your dorm building start to talk to Applejack and she becomes occupied with bothering them.

                                            >And boy oh boy it's a good thing she did because she starts talking about a bunch of tractors and waking cattle up in the morning and a bunch of others things you couldn't give less of a shit about.

                                            >She probably figured that since she already knew you, not as much ice-breaking would be required as with the other guys.

                                            >You gotta admit she's got a nice body on her, though.

                                            >Curvy and noticeably fit as well.

                                            >You can automatically tell that by the way she's enthusiastically talking to both of your friends, she's talking to them like she would anyone else.

                                            >Didn't think this would mean much until you started walking away.

                                            >"Anon!" Applejack's voice is a rope around your ankle. "Come on back here!"

                                            >You not have to stand here "catching up" with Applejack as she she tells your bros all about what she knows about you.

                                            >It's not so much embarrassing and more just mildly annoying, but Applejack's extroverted demeanor had already reminded you of what kind of personality to expect form her.

                                            >You know not to leer her too much, otherwise, she's be far from shy to call you out and start accuse you of "counting her freckles".

                                            >Which you both would know the actual meaning of.

                                            >The way she talks about you in front of your friends indicates she might have more of an interest in you than them.

                                            >Though, you know you couldn't handle a girl like Applejack for even one date.

                                            >But your friends look at one another like they just found the first guy of the group a potential date.

                                            >The whole encounter quickly turns into a silent comedy between glances as you try to signal to your friends that you're actually looking for a girl not as fast-paced as Applejack, albeit not so much minding being in the throes of a strong blonde girl in general.

                                            >"Ah bet yer happy as a chicken that escaped the slaughterhouse now that ya don't have to worry 'bout bein' late anymore!" Chimes Applejack over the loud drill-beat rap song filling the living room.

                                            "I wasn't late THAT many times!" You respond.

                                            >"Well not every time." Smirks Applejack. "But ah can pick out a not-so-early-riser when I see one."

                                            >Across the room, your attention is caught by the same cockeyed girl from before.

                                            >Someone's letting her go out this late?


                                            >The living room is so crowded that you have to swim through people on your way over to that retarded girl trying to escape.

                                            >Though, you're not too concerned about her at the moment, plus Applejack still has you locked into inconvenient party chatter.

                                            >So you couldn't go far.

                                            >But that's alright, because you're already starting to warm up to the atmosphere of this place.

                                            >Barring the shitty music, it's pretty vibey here.

                                            >The longer you and your friends converse with Applejack, the more you realize how lewd her outing dress is.

                                            >The bottom does almost go down to her knees, but the fabric conforms to her hips... wonderfully.

                                            >Not to mention how easily you can make out how muscular her meaty thighs are through that black fabric.

                                            >Thoughts about envisioning those legs administering an iron grip around your waist must be kept out of your mind.

                                            >As well as the realization that you may or may not be able to see Applejack faintly... poking through the top of her black dress.

                                            >The back of it being mostly open and showing the rippled firmness of her freckled back proves that there is no bra between her dress and the goods that lie beneath.

                                            >But you shift your imagination to how her bright red lipstick vibrantly declares Applejack's joy in dressing so rebelliously for the first of these kinds of nights in her life.

                                            >A lot of the girls here got you feeling kinda pervy after several more minutes.

                                            >"Oh hey, there's mah friend now!" Applejack glances over at the door over your shoulder.

                                            "Who's your friend?" You turn around to try and see what she's seeing.

                                            >"Hey Rainbow! You remember Anon, right?" Applejack waves her hand.

                                            >Oh god damn it, it's THAT girl.

                                            >All of the braggadocios ways she found to annoy you in gym class resurface in your memory as you refuse to mull over the details once more.

                                            >The cockeyed girl must have already disappeared into the night like the dimwitted mystery she is.

                                            >"Oh." Rainbow Dash lets her brow furrow and her eyelids annoyedly lower as she gradually recognizes you.

                                            >The audacity of her to be as annoyed by your presence as you are annoyed by hers...

                                            >Her hid the truth within her expression more and more the closer she got to you.

                                            >Her choice of dress having such a lowcut top speaks volumes about her compensation for not having as much chestiness to offer as the other girls.

                                            >Compensation by offering more of what she has less of in total.

                                            >"Didn't know you went to parties." Rainbow Dash immediately reaches for that passive aggressiveness.

                                            >Applejack's eyes scold her softly, but not enough to ruin the vibe this party has set up.


                                            >"I mean... I didn't know you went to parties like this." Rainbow Dash backpedals her passive aggressiveness.

                                            >"What else are we gonna do as first years?" Your roommate shrugs at her.

                                            "Well I was having fun so far." You reply. "I bet you were too, right?"

                                            >"Eh, I'm not gonna lie, the last party I was at was boring, so I came here."

                                            "Well maybe it's more fun now that..." You start then stop yourself. "...it's later at night."

                                            >There was only one way Rainbow Dash was going to read into that pause in your sentence.

                                            >You can sense the bitch blazing up in her gaze.

                                            >"Nah, it was getting more boring by the minute." She responds.

                                            >"She did text me asking if ah was at a better party." Applejack informs. "So I have her the address a few minutes ago." She checks her phone. "Not even five minutes ago."

                                            "You must've left in a hurry."

                                            >"Uh, duh, cuz it was a boring party." Rainbow Dash immediately goes for the nearest red plastic cup she can find that isn't currently in use.

                                            >Guess this is how most of the parties are gonna go.

                                            >Standing around talking about nothing.

                                            >Drowned out by the loud DJ Rapper song anyway.

                                            >Oh well, the girls here are good looking enough for it to be worth it.

                                            >A little bit of mingling with them shows how friendly they are.

                                            >That one tall guy in the backwards baseball cap somehow already got shitfaced drunk and sounds like he's challenging the volume of the music with his slurring voice.

                                            >Ohhhhh, so that's the entertaining part of these parties.

                                            >Being drunk and/or watching other people be drunk.

                                            >Watching him almost trip over his feet every few steps got you hiding a smirk.

                                            >Yeah alright, this really is fun after all.

                                            >Everyone raises their red solo cups over their heads as the slow ballad song comes on the host's Spotify playlist.

                                            >Goofily singing along with their collective off-key chorus speckled with joyful laughter.

                                            >Didn't take long for it all to infect you and your friends into singing along with your own red solo cups now.

                                            >Integrating into this whole college party culture was... a lot easier than expected.

                                            >Rainbow Dash doesn't seem to be able to notice as much when you sneak glances at her.

                                            >Either that or she doesn't mind.

                                            >Could tie back into that whole compensation thing, watching her throw her arms into the air singing along with everyone else.

                                            >Her skin is really smooth too, molded by her own noticeable muscles that are smaller but tighter looking than Applejack's.

                                            >Your friends didn't even bother asking you about what you thought of Rainbow Dash; they could already sense it in the tension between you that you two weren't thrilled to see eachother.

                                            >So that rules out Applejack and Rainbow Dash... for now at least.

                                            >But that's only 2 girls out of like 100 the three you could possibly have some luck with.

                                            >Like an absolute dope, you already aren't caring about anything else when it comes to college except this and making it look like you did your work well enough to not flunk out.


                                            >The condensation on the glass of the windows tells you how chilly it's starting to get outside.

                                            >Everyone in here is having a grand old time being drunk and singing together, and Applejack had no problem showing off her tolerance to hard apple cider.

                                            >Spend a couple of minutes watching her flex her toned arms while raising an entire glass found in the kitchen instead of the usual red solo cup everyone else has.

                                            >Applejack insists on her preference for tradition.

                                            >Everyone else just sees it as that larger glass that challenges the drinker to chug more at a time.

                                            >Which doesn't take long to turn into a friendly contest where Applejack proves to Rainbow Dash just how different their weights are when it comes to handling the devil's nectar.

                                            >In your semi-clueless mind, it has a bit to do with Applejack being bustier than Rainbow Dash.

                                            >You've been starting to get used to sneaking glances at Applejack more and more without fear of being berated if she caught you.

                                            >You know enough about her personality to guess that she might not take hat kind of stuff lightly, being such a usually traditional girl and all that.

                                            >...A traditional girl with freckles on her natural C-cup tits...

                                            >You may not be able to see her cleavage right now solely on account on the design of her black dress, but you can tell she absolutely must have something like that going on there.

                                            >You noticed how much more she swings her wide hips when more tipsy than usual.

                                            >If you had the balls to go through with it, you'd have snuck pictures of both Applejack and Rainbow Dash in their night party attire.

                                            >But the risk of facing the brunt of a beatdown from both of them if they catch you isn't worth it.

                                            >Oh well, better off not being such a pervert anyway.

                                            >But you'll be damned if these girls aren't growing on you in a way already as they hang out with you and your current two friends.

                                            >Maybe it's the beer.

                                            >Maybe it's your hormones.

                                            >Maybe it's both of them ganging up on your former attitude of disinterest towards Rainbow Dash and Applejack.

                                            >You're still not so fond of Rainbow Dash but the way the bumps from underneath the skimpy top of her dress stiffen and react to the chilly outside air as soon as you all finally leave the party has your mind second-guessing your previous approach...

                                            >RD's body is also quite... tight and petite...

                                            >Nah, it's gotta be the booze talking; these girls are too smart anyway.


                                            >You'd have sworn by the way everyone out here walks around in black out here that this was a funeral march.

                                            >Or at least some nighttime variant of one.

                                            >Your eyes are hesitant to wander to Applejack's body, but the cold of the air is putting your survival instincts first in your mind when goosebumps make their way to your arms and you eventually cross those arms.

                                            >For some reason, everyone sort of decided that the first party was getting boring, so you all agreed to head on out and find another even though it's late enough to have a valid excuse to go back to your dorm.

                                            >But your lack of "luckiness" so far tonight has you thirsting for more Applejack and Rainbow Dash, whom you weren't initially interested in until you started getting a little tipsy with them.

                                            >You don't even care if these girls aren't anywhere near as easy as you'd like them to be for a quick fling in the night on whoever's bed, maybe they'll agree to some fun with you and give you some practice before you find someone who "matters more".

                                            >That's probably just your horniness talking or, again, the booze.

                                            >But the way your shadow grows taller the further away you walk from the streetlight spooks you a tiny bit and you're starting to shiver a little more from the cold.

                                            >Yeah, maybe you should just take whatever you've gathered from tonight so far and head back.

                                            >You'll find a nice girl in your dorm building, probably, one who's not as rigid in her personality as Rainbow Dash or Applejack.

                                            >A whole lot of possibilities run through your mind, but none of them feel like they hold any water.

                                            >That concern for having fun tonight somehow grew a lot outside of your watch, or at least under your tame and inattentive watch.

                                            >"Ah'm gonna regret getting up early tomorrow mornin'." Complains Applejack as the wooziness begins to catch up with her stride that wasn't fast enough to outpace it.

                                            >She's finally out of it enough to fail to notice you watching her big soft boobs and butt react accordingly to her heavy footfalls across the asphalt.

                                            >The cold air is making those bumps poking through the chest of her dress too obvious to ignore, but then you looked over at Rainbow Dash.

                                            >And the way this chilly air is proving to everyone around her just how perky she's GOT to be under that dress puts down any remaining contentions you had about Rainbow Dash on this night.

                                            >"Ah fuck, yeah, we should probably go." Rainbow Dash groans. "I just remembered I have practice tomorrow."

                                            >The group had already been planning the retreat under silent winces against the breeze, but it was unsurprisingly the girl who are wearing less to actually vocalize what was being felt.

                                            >Whatever you've had boiling up inside of you, it has to be released with someone in your dorm building instead...


                                            >It's hard for you to think about who's there in your dorm building.

                                            >There was some really skinny chick with thick rimmed glasses and her hair dyed dark red.

                                            >You noticed how pale her skin was, and honestly that was a bit of a turn-on for you.

                                            >But you're not even thinking about how you're gonna "bag" that chick anyhow, not like it matters on the first night you and your friends actually went partying.

                                            >Speaking of which, this first night really did turn out to result in wandering around in the cold breeze in the dark looking for a new party because there was nothing new to do at he first one (second one for Rainbow Dash).

                                            >"You sure you can just up an' run off like that? At THIS time?" Applejack gives Rainbow Dash a questioning eyebrow raise.

                                            >"What? If some perv out there wants to try me, I can just outrun him anyway."

                                            >"Ah don't think that's a really good way to be thinkin' about it." Rebuts Applejack with a glance over to the dark patches between the illuminated sidewalks under the streetlights.

                                            >Your own semi-sober glances are more concerned about the bellybutton indentations showing through Applejack's dress fabric.

                                            >But she walks away too as she pursues Rainbow Dash out of valid genuine concern for her friend.

                                            >Not surprising that they'd only stick with eachother when you and your friends have to go in the opposite direction to get back to your dorm areas anyway.

                                            >You watch the two girls disappear over the horizon of the curve of the street going over a small hill, along with your infatuation with them for the night.

                                            >It really must have included a proximity factor as well with those two.

                                            >Having less to look at got your mind thinking as clearly again as it can, at least as much so as whatever sobriety you have left will allow.

                                            >"It's cold out here, man. Wanna see if there's anyone in the dorms throwing a party?"

                                            "Oh shit... you're right. I didn't even think about dorm parties."

                                            >Had you the foresight to consider this back in your room, you'd have suggested no one even come out here and instead try something a little bit closer to your bed, or at least a bed that is less far away.

                                            >You may be newly 18 years old, but it'll take at least another 5 years until your brain actually becomes one that thinks logically on a level that matters.

                                            >The possibility of consequences, seeing the future first, among other things, are all reserved until after the point in time when you'll hopefully not have made any life-ruining mistakes yet.

                                            >The consideration of all of this didn't even survive halfway to the dorm building yet, and your young mind snaps back to having some *real* fun tonight.

                                            >But it seems almost everyone in the dorm building is too cool to stick around on a party night.

                                            >Almost.


                                            >A cozy tingling finds its way to your cheeks on you face shortly after you enter the well-heated building where your dorm is.

                                            >A brief pause to breath is had as the echoes of everyone's footsteps scour up and down the stairway leading to each floor.

                                            >In the pale light you lean against the wall, rubbing your ears to make the pain from the cold go away.

                                            "I can see why they wanted to go inside now. It's not even Halloween yet and this weather feels like Christmas."

                                            >It's relieving to finally make it to your floor after climbing the stairs.

                                            >Pulling your keycard out, you look around in search of any open doors to the dorms of fellow classmates.

                                            >Everyone must be either asleep or out somewhere, because there's no indication that someone has an open door inviting other students to come hang out with wall-ceiling lights hung up inside.

                                            >A short moment of walking later and you're back in your dorm room with your two other male friends with your own door being the one that's wide open.

                                            >"You sure you don't wanna just go to bed, man?" Your roommate asks.

                                            "Eh, I can get my stupid homework done while we're doing this."

                                            >Having already forgotten about Applejack and Rainbow Dash, you pull out the notebooks you wouldn't have touched otherwise and start jotting down key points your professor asked you to write about.

                                            >While this makeshift "party" is going on, you use the time to press fast forward on the time it would take to get your grade in class higher up than it would have been.

                                            >It sure is some party being spent with your pencil scraping against the paper being the soundtrack to it instead of whatever music your guests would want playing to liven up the atmosphere.

                                            >There's probably nothing good on the radio that a lot of other people would like anyway.

                                            >"I guess the building's empty right now." Your other friend from elsewhere starts up. "Looks like it's just us unless a girl decides to show up."

                                            "C'mon, you think that's more likely than a guy showing up?" You open YouTube and hook your laptop up to a small speaker on your desk while bullshitting through your homework with your other hand.

                                            >"Why the hell are you doing your homework right now?" Your roommate smirks.

                                            "Might as well multitask instead of procrastinate." You respond. "If I'm not gonna eat my vegetables on their own, might as well mix them with something tasty and fun."

                                            >"...Huh..." He nods in response. "So uh... damn, we're not in the same class, so I can't copy your answers."

                                            >Right as you were about to respond, there's a knock at the already open door.

                                            >The lot of you turn to find a cute orange-haired girl standing in the doorway.


                                            >"Oh, uh..." Your roommate stammers.

                                            "Well that was quick." You stand up. "Didn't expect anyone to come join us. Heya."

                                            >You don't walk towards her in order to keep it from looking like she might be walking into a situation she really doesn't want to be in.

                                            >Lots of uncomfortable implications that come with a girl going about alone in her first year at college one can't just ignore like they aren't there, which is why you're actually surprised she walked up to an open dorm room door with three guys inside.

                                            >These male classmates she never met could be a pack of creeps for all she knows, but at least she's trying to make friends, so whatever.

                                            "Got any friends with you?" You ask, referring to both guys and girls. "It's not a party until it's cramped in here."

                                            >"Nah, my roommate is just kinda being lame, and no one else is doing anything tonight it looks like, so I figured I might as well see what's going on over here."

                                            "Fair enough. Wanna pick better music that what I chose?" You assume she's gonna prefer something more recent and laid back than 80's speed metal.

                                            >"It's fine, you can play the music you like."

                                            "Well i'm just blasting through my homework regardless. This just keeps me focused and these guys only tolerate it because they don't mind."

                                            >"I'm a little bit of a metalhead sometimes too." Your roommate shrugs.

                                            >The discussion only briefly turns into 'what's your favorite music' for a few minutes before you all introduce yourselves by name.

                                            >This girl's name is Carrot Top.

                                            >"Wait, you've never heard of the comedian with that name, have you?" Your roommate pulls a small drink out of the mini fridge while you continue sneaking completion of your homework through fun time.

                                            >"No. Who's that?"

                                            "That guy's more known by millennials though, right?"

                                            >"Yeah, but I used to watch him a lot on TV with my older cousin."

                                            >"That's pretty cool." The girl responds. "That's still just my nickname though. I'm golden Harvest, but my friends all decided I'm Carrot Top because it sounds better."

                                            >You're not sure if it's a reference they didn't let her in on or if it's just a funny coincidence.

                                            >This girl's kinda hot though, you have to admit.


                                            >”I mean, I was called Goldie Locks at one point too. So you can call me Goldie if that works.” She says to the three of you.

                                            >Calling this Carrot Top girl Goldie already seems appealing.

                                            >The music playing on your tiny little speaker next to your laptop has now been switched to some pop music, which Goldie seems to enjoy more despite her unwillingness to say that she wasn’t into the heavier metal music.

                                            >”So what’s your roommate doing that was lame?” Asks your friend as you continue your homework.

                                            >”Well funny thing about it is that she apparently wanted to do her homework while I wanted to throw a party.”

                                            “What a coincidence.” You smirk with your eyes locked onto your paper.

                                            >”I won't gossip though, it *was* her own choice, after all.” Goldie explains as she ventures further into the dorm room. “She wouldn’t let me see what she was doing on her screen but it was something online.”

                                            >”Damn at least you get to have online courses in your first year.” Chuckles your roommate. “Didn’t know we could do that as first-years.”

                                            “I remember seeing the option to choose online courses.” You begin to feel a little bothered that this curriculum is bleeding into everyone’s schedule so much that they’ll even talk about school work when trying to drink and party.

                                            >You finish up what remains of your homework that you wouldn’t be able to quickly jot down 5 minutes before class starts on the day it’s due.

                                            >”I didn’t take the option since I thought it’d complicate things.” Goldie says to you as she leans against the mini fridge.

                                            >You’re starting to feel warmed by her presence a little bit.

                                            >It was cold outside when you last saw Applejack and Rainbow Dash.

                                            >Being inside and away from the chill of that air that hurt your face has your priorities finally no longer distracted by shivering and trying to get to warmth as quickly as possible.

                                            >Why the fuck did the weather get so cold so fast anyway? It’s not like this campus is in the Midwest or anything.

                                            >You get ready to talk about that next as you start to check Goldie out.

                                            >She’s not dressed to go to any of those house parties, instead donning a regular jacket and sweatpants combo.

                                            >But you’re checking her out anyway after she unzips her jacket due to how much warmer it is in here than the hallway.

                                            >Through her T-shirt is a visible indentation of her bra cups.

                                            >You might have been paying more attention than your two roommates to these kinds of things.

                                            >You might also be the only one thinking of getting her to drink a little.


                                            >”So Anon,” Goldie turns to you. “Were you doing your homework at the place you guys just got back from?”

                                            “Unfortunately no. We were at a house party.” You sigh with a hint of sarcasm. “I wasn’t enough of a nerd to think of bringing my homework there.”

                                            >”Oh so you weren’t at the library or anything.”

                                            >”Nah. I think it’s closed now anyway.” Your roommate guesses with a small beer in hand he fetched from the mini fridge.

                                            “Shit, if we went there I’d be done with this already.” You jokingly complain.

                                            >Goldie turns her face to the side a little bit as she laughs along.

                                            >The door of you in the dorm room take in the vibe you’re all sharing as you continue to think about Goldie in ways you might not want to clue her in on.

                                            >You’ve stopped doing you homework that’s due next time in class, and started doing homework on what you think Goldie looks and feels like underneath those clothes.

                                            >The way her bright locks of hair fall over her shoulders really piques you interest in her.

                                            >There's a tiny bit of a strain in her voice at the beginning of the first word of what she says next: "Ugh, nothing fun ever happens on this side of campus!"

                                            >Goldie stretches her arms up to unintentionally emphasize how busty she is.

                                            >You have no idea who this girl's roommate is, but she must have gotten an even better show than the one you're currently getting whenever Goldie changes her clothes.

                                            >Maybe you could get in on that as well.

                                            >Nah, don't think that.

                                            >How's that even going to happen anyway?

                                            >She just came here to be nice and hang out, and you're thinking about getting into her pants after she hypothetically had a few drinks.

                                            >This is the kind of circumstances one's parents warn them about; you never thought the root of it would be in you as much as it would be in some other guy.

                                            >But if you *are* going to get into Goldie's pants, you're gonna do it consensually.

                                            >She continues to talk about a bunch of thing, but you decide to take the conversation closer towards the weather.

                                            "We've been getting some midwest-tier weather lately." You complain, turning the heat in the room up even more.

                                            >"You sure it's not just because it got late at night?"

                                            "Good point. But it kinda happened extra fast too."

                                            >It shouldn't take very long to get this room warm enough to get Goldie to take her jacket all the way off and show more.

                                            >There are a couple of more beers in the mini fridge, right?

                                            >You imagine she might react if you close the door after a few minutes.

                                            >You think you remember it automatically locking too.

                                            >But Goldie doesn't seem to mind being here at all, almost like it's her own intention.


                                            >"I just can't believe so many other girls will just walk around out there with like nothing on." Goldie comments with a quick glance out the window.

                                            >Applejack and Rainbow Dash at least were the stronger and tougher type of girl when going out there.

                                            >You yourself might have complained before they did if you were more honest.

                                            >But guys your age aren't as interested in going about it like that when you're wandering about trying to have a good time at night.

                                            >"I don't wanna think about all the time's we'll have to turn up the heat in like January if it's already this cold right now." Your roommate complains.

                                            >This small talk over nothing important comes to a close when your friend from another building decides he should head off to get some shuteye, but you and your roommate aren't too keen on letting the upcoming Monday morning bring you down in your moment of chilling together.

                                            >"Hey, you got any more of those?" Goldie finally points to the beer your roommate is holding in his hand.

                                            >The two of you share a long silent pause, knowing exactly what the other is thinking.

                                            >If anything, Goldie is thinking the exact same thing you two are thinking, but she's not going to be vocal about that due to it being somewhat awkward to bring up at the very least.

                                            >"You want a beer?" He asks her, remembering that there's three of you in the room now.

                                            "We uh, have more, right?"

                                            >"Yeah, but I can't get my buddy to buy another pack for me until a couple of weeks from now. Plus..." He turns to Goldie, keeping his tone reasonably lighthearted. "You sure you wanna randomly just start drinking with a couple of guys you just met?"

                                            >You almost throw in a "dude wtf" response, but figure he isn't wrong to consider possibilities of things going somewhere regrettable.

                                            >...Probably should have thought of that before bringing beer into the dorm room, but not-yet-25-brain gonna not-yet-25-brain.

                                            >"I'll just have one, it's fine." The girl reassures with certainty in her tone you're not sure is going to last.

                                            >She has a can in her hand within the next thirty seconds, with the condensation spreading across the cold metal surface from where her warm fingers lightly clench it.

                                            >You watch those same fingers open the small hole to drink from.

                                            >"Gaah!" Goldie flinches when some of it shoots out and gets her in the face after having been shaken up prior to being opened tonight.


                                            >You are not going to comment on how that looked in your dirty imagination: watching that stream of fizz gently splatter against Goldie's face like...

                                            >You know the other two guys are thinking it too, the obviousness of this is all over your faces even more than the beer residue drips off of Goldie's chin before she wiped it off with her sleeve.

                                            >"I'm so sorry! I didn't know that was gonna happen." Your roommate offers a nearby roll of paper towels that only has like 10 squares left.

                                            >Goldie seems fine after slipping her jacket off of her shoulders and letting it fall to her hands that place it onto the bedside. "I'm not mad... is it... is it in my hair though?"

                                            >"Just a couple of... here..." He reaches out his hand with the paper towel pointed towards her face.

                                            >"Give it here!" Goldie gripes with her tone still retaining some playfulness in it. "Lemme do it myself, you'll mess up my hair!"

                                            >"I won't, I promise."

                                            >She lets out a cute grunt while your roommate pats the side of her hair where a couple of drops of beer have already begun to soak in.

                                            >In the air, you can sense something that must be her distant roommate getting mad about some random guy touching Goldie's locks.

                                            >Would she have a problem seeing her roommate's face all shiny like this?

                                            >Would she want to stop your roommate from grinning in her direction from behind from behind.

                                            >Meanwhile, you notice Goldie sending a grin of hers your way, but it's brief enough to keep you from thinking about it twice.

                                            >She's probably just having fun in the moment of having alcohol spilled out into her face lik-

                                            >"Hurry, I don't wanna get all sticky!" Goldie complains.

                                            >She jolts away from your friend before grabbing a new square of paper towel and handing it to you.

                                            "Eh?"

                                            >"You do it."

                                            "Me? Why, though? It's HIS mess!" You point accusatorially at the other strapping young lad in the room.

                                            >The other two smirk at you as Goldie insists you be the one to wipe the rest of the sweet moisture off of her face.

                                            >That same face you're being tasked with is also trying to hold back another grin.

                                            >Damn, there really is something going on with this girl...

                                            >The trifecta of her charming looks and situation, her fortunate proximity to you and your dorm, and her somewhat subtle signals she's sending to you is really starting to persuade you to feel... interested in her.

                                            >Interested in Goldie~