It’s then that I know nothing else matters. My parents, my classes, my worries. As long as Lauren’s in my future, we’ll both be just fine.
“I love you too.”
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College Roommates: The Complete Series
The following steamy short love stories make up the College Roommates series, a collection of sexy flings that take place in the Tempt University dormitories. If you love super sexy scenes with a dash of humor and sweetness, you'll love what comes next!
♥ THE GIRL NEXT DORM ♥
Simon may be a shy artist, but all it takes is a sassy woman like Elena to unleash his inner beast. And once she gets her hands on him, there’s no stopping her from getting exactly what she wants.
♥ CRUSH COURSE ♥
Sweet, innocent Jenna puts the “animal” in “study animal,” and for the first time ever, hunky sexpert Devin needs his own refresher in the basics. And he’s never been more excited to study in his life.
♥ SUITE MATES ♥
Rachel is as sweet as she is logical, and falling for a guy she barely knows has her feeling like a crazy person. Little does she know, Jason Coleman’s had his eyes on hers since the day they met. And once he gets a taste of her, there’s no stopping him from making her his.
The Girl Next Dorm
The Girl Next Dorm is a secret admirer romance with a sassy curvy heroine and a strong nerdy hero. It is the first in the College Roommates series and can be read as a standalone.
Elena
Simon has been secretly watching me in my dorm room across from his for weeks.
What upsets me isn’t that he’s seen me get undressed, it’s that he hasn’t done anything about it.
He’s the only man who won’t pursue me, despite his obvious attraction, and it’s driving me insane.
The boy next dorm may be a shy artist, but there’s a beast inside him waiting to be let out.
And I know exactly how to help him unleash it…
Simon
The girl next dorm is all I’ve been able to think about since she started undressing with the blinds open.
Though she’s been an amazing muse for my artistic creations, I can’t focus on anything but her anymore. Four weeks into the semester and I’m already failing my classes.
It’s time to get my shit together. Which means manning up and telling the Italian goddess next door to shut her damn blinds.
But when we’re finally face to face, I fall right into her trap.
Turns out I’m not the only secret admirer in Harold Hall.
The girl next dorm wants me, too.
If you love curvy girls, sexy nerds, and steamy college flings with a dash of humor, you’ll love this book. No cliffhangers in this happy-for-now short story.
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors)!
Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Simon
I trace her luscious curves and the smooth lines of her body onto my paper with the tip of my pen. I’m in the same trance as I’m always in when I think of her. I don’t even need to watch through the window anymore, she’s ingrained in my memory. Her tanned skin, her thick, muscular legs, her wavy brown hair. The way her tight spandex pants shape her ass… God, she’s gorgeous.
It’s only four weeks into the semester, and I’m already up to my waist in overdue assignments and slacking grades because this exotic chick is all up in my thoughts. I can’t even leave class on time because, while everyone else is getting up to leave, I’m pretending to be deep in thought, going over my nonexistent notes until my erection dies down.
I need a break to clear my mind and get back on track. She’s been a creative muse, sure, but doodling on my damn social science take-home quiz doesn’t count.
Groan.
I take a look at my creation. It’s pretty damn good if I say so myself. If it weren’t for the multiple-choice questions behind it, I might even be tempted to send it in for a grade. It’s my best sketch of a human being yet, and that’s probably because I’ve been even more obsessed with her lately since the last time I watched her get undressed.
It’s like she knew I was watching. Hell, she bared her entire naked self toward me, and I swear she even winked. She’s becoming even less shy than she was at the start of the semester, and that’s saying something.
I rub my temples and absentmindedly look out the window. A beautiful sunset stretches across Tempt University, and I’ve spent all day at the same damn desk, trying to complete the same damn quiz.
But I can’t, because of Elena.
Not even the real Elena, but the vivid images of her naked body I have cached in my mind. The same thoughts and wishes that fill up my mental space in my dreams have been the cause behind my non-ending erections, the fuel behind my most legendary masturbation sessions, the reason for all my best and worst work.
Despite knowing that it makes me a total creep, I glance into her dorm room window. We’re in the corner of the building. The way it curves, plus the fact that she never closes her blinds, gives me the perfect view of her changing after volleyball practice. Only once did her roommate get undressed at the same time as her, proving to be the most insane porn worthy event to take place in Harold Hall, but her roommate quickly closed the blinds, and that was the end of that.
Damn roommates.
Speaking of roommates, Joe and Devin burst through the door.
I slam my notebook shut and swivel around just as they walk into our cramped shared space.
“Is she here yet? Did she start already?” Joe’s eyes fly to the window, frantically searching across the way. “Don’t tell me she started without us!” He’s holding a bag of microwave popcorn and a box of candy. He’s a film history major, wearing his favorite Jurassic Park cap and Goonies shirt like always.
“Chill out, dude. I’m sure we’re just in time.” Devin tries to sound casual, but the rushed way he throws his duffel bag in the corner of the room and kicks off his shoes says otherwise.
Joe shoves the popcorn into our mini microwave, on top of which lies an empty pizza box from weeks ago and mini Solo cups from the rager of a party we threw between the three of us last night.
“She isn’t here yet, guys,” I say. “And even if she were, it’s a serious invasion of privacy.”
Joe turns off the lights, and Devin pulls a chair up to the window. “That never stopped you before, pervert.” Devin smirks at me, leaning around me to get a better view of Elena’s room. He’s just back from soccer practice, covered in sweat and in need of a shower.
Probably not unlike an insanely sexy volleyball player that I’m trying really hard not to think about right now.
“Yeah, pervert.” Joe shoves his hand into the freshly popped bag of popcorn and recoils at the touch. “Jesus, that’s hot,” he hisses.
“Holy fuck. Yeah, it is.” Devin leans forward, peering through our smudgy, unwashed window.
I follow his gaze, and my jaw drops a little, like always, because there she is in all her sweaty post-practice glory.
Elena Marino.
Italian foreign exchange student and the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
She’s already got her top off, and she’s in the process of taking off her spandex short shorts. I lean forward, totally entranced, as she slowly pulls the elastic fabric down her hips, revealing the most luscious caramel colored curves in the world.
I can practically feel the drool dripping down the corner of my mouth as she kicks the pants into her dirty clothes hamper with a swift flick of her foot, revealing the tiniest patch of bright pink fabric covering her most sensitive parts.
God, I love it when she wears that thong. Almost as much as I love when she’s wearing nothing underneath those tight, tiny
workout pants…
Joe crunches on the popcorn next to my ear, snapping me out of the moment. “Man, I’d love to spend a night with her,” he mumbles.
“I wonder what she sounds like,” Devin says, mostly to himself. “You think she’s a screamer?”
Joe shoves another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “Ten bucks says she is.”
Devin raises his eyebrow at Joe. “Are you asking me to prove it?”
“Ten bucks says you won’t,” Joe smirks.
Overcome by the sudden urge to protect Elena from these creeps, I shut our blinds and swirl around.
“Hey, come on!” Devin reaches for the shades, but I push him back.
“The show was just getting started!” Joe complains through a full mouth.
I run my hand through my shaggy blond hair. “Look, this isn’t right. Elena has no idea we’ve been watching her.” That I’ve been watching her.
“It’s her own damn fault,” Devin says. “She doesn’t close her blinds.”
“Probably an Italian thing.” Joe tosses the popcorn bag across the room and missing the trashcan by a good foot and a half. His hands glisten with butter in the orange sunset glow.
“What do you mean? They don’t have blinds in Italy?” I ask.
“No, like they don’t care. Privacy isn’t a thing in Europe.” Devin and I look at him quizzically. “It’s true, I watched a documentary on it.”
I shake my head, wondering how I let things get to this point. “You know what, I’m going to tell her.”
“No!” Devin practically jumps from his chair. “Dude, you can’t.”
“Come on, Simon, think about it,” Joe emphasizes with his buttery hands as he speaks. “We could have a whole semester of this free entertainment, and you want to take it away like some sort of… a bad person?”
“I’m already on track to fail my classes!” I figure they can’t argue with logic. “I can’t keep this up, and it isn’t fair to her either.” I don’t tell them that the real reason is because I want her all to myself. It’s stupid, I know, we haven’t even met in person, but I don’t want Elena ogled over by these two dufuses, who could just as easily get their kicks looking at a curvy squash.
Elena deserves to be adored by someone who appreciates her beauty for the amazingness that it is. Someone who’s memorized every curve of her body, immortalizing her perfect form on paper and in every dream he’s ever had...
My roommates groan. “Screw you and your manners.” Joe jumps onto his bed and opens his laptop, immediately typing away despite his butterfingers. Devin opens the bathroom and turns on the shower, checking his phone’s social media.
Since it seems they’re done arguing, I grab my room key and head out, determined to get things back on track. It’s my fault the three of us are obsessed with Elena, and it’s my fault I’m failing my classes. It’s up to me to fix it. I don’t know why I let it go on for so long, but to be honest, I think I was curious to see how long the fantasy would last.
Too long, as it were.
I let the door slam behind me as I march down the hall and around the corner, straight for Elena Marino’s dorm room to put an end to this nonsense once and for all.
Chapter Two
Simon
She pulls the door open after three knocks, and the gush of wind blows her brown waves back over her toned shoulders in slow motion. I’m dumbfounded, staring at the sight of her wearing nothing but a thin green robe draped over her curves, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination except for the exact shade of her nipples. The only sound comes from her shower running in the bathroom just around the corner.
She’s real. Elena Marino is real and absolutely fucking gorgeous, and she’s standing right in front of me. It’s an entirely different feeling to be gaping at her from two feet away, as opposed to behind a soundless wall of glass.
The immediacy of the situation makes my fingers twitch with awareness, and I can already feel my pants growing tighter.
Shit.
“Can I help you?” Her accent is like butter, melting me. She smiles pleasantly, her full, curved lips revealing bright white teeth. Her canines are slightly crooked, and it adds a softness to her overall. I choke out a few words in response.
“Hi. Yes. I, uh.” Elena’s hastily tied robe comes undone, letting the edges of the thin fabric fall loose and catch on the inside of her grapefruit-sized breasts. Her skin is smooth, her stomach flat, her bright pink thong still in place, driving me mad. I gulp and force my eyes upward. She’s smiling, apparently unaware of the wardrobe malfunction.
“Hi, my name is Simon. We’re sort of neighbors, and, uh…” She glances over her shoulder at the shower, still running. I take advantage of the brief moment and scan her body with my hungry eyes. A light sheen of sweat covers her body. The rob clings to her curves with static electricity, accentuating the plump roundness of her ass and the smooth, flat lines of her stomach. She is so damn sexy. All I want is to let my cock spring free of the pants holding it back and ravage her, like jumping into a painting and swimming in her hair, her wetness, the sensation of her hot lips on mine—
“Yes?” Elena asks, placing a hand on her hip expectantly.
Since when did it become so hard to speak? I’ve talked to women before. God, I’ve slept with women before! Well. Not that many, but the point is I’m no newb. I silently slap myself and chant a reminder to stay focused.
You’re here for one thing and one thing only. Tell Elena to close her blinds so you can end this nonsense.
“I wanted to let you know that your blinds are open,” I say, somehow managing to keep my eyes above ground zero as I nod toward the window. Elena furrows her thin brows, a silent question in her expression. I elaborate.
“They’ve been open all semester.”
“I like to see the sunlight,” she states. I’m boring a hole into her forehead so as to not glance downward. Sweat forms on my temples and under my arms. Holy shit, this is difficult. She must notice I’m acting weird because she asks, “What is the problem?”
“Well, it’s just that…” Oh god. Here it is. Just confess and get it over with you pussy. “I’ve been able to see you… changing.”
Fuck. She’s going to slap me.
Elena looks confused, then she says, “Naked?”
“Yes.” Jesus, I’m such a fucking creep. I’m disgusting. A silent watcher. A pervert. She’s going to kick me into the hall any second now.
Elena purses her lips. She folds her arms, propping up her boobs and squeezing them together between the open part of her robe. Holy Jesus, I need to sketch her. I need to capture the perfect curves and beautiful tone of her skin. I need to get out of here before she notices my boner and squeezes my head like a watermelon between her muscular, sexy thighs.
“You’ve been watching me get undressed?” She’s shocked and angry, but it only makes her hotter. Her loud voice alerts a few girls walking by in the hallway. I hang my head and sidestep to avoid their dirty glances. The movement takes me halfway into Elena’s dorm room. I realize this a little too late, as she’s giving me an open-mouthed are you serious right now? look that has me afraid that she’ll spike me like a volleyball any second.
“It’s not what you think,” I stammer. Elena raises an eyebrow. This better be a good excuse. “Well, actually, it’s exactly what you think.”
“You’ve been spying on me and now you… want to tell me?” Elena takes a step toward me. Her closeness has my cock aching to be let free.
“I’m not the only one to blame,” I say, shaking my head, disgusted with myself and in total shock that I somehow keep digging myself farther into the ground. Yet I’m unable to stop the words from coming out as I use Devin’s line against her in a pure act of panic. “You could at least close your damn blinds when you’re changing.”
Elena scoffs. “You could just not look.” She says it like it’s the obvious course of action. I snort because, yeah. Right.
“At least I cam
e over here to do something about it,” I counter. As if it somehow makes me a stand-up guy. Though, if my pants weren’t on, that would no doubt be the case.
I wince at my ridiculous internal thoughts. Any moment now, Elena’s going to punch me, or slap me, or beat me to a pulp like she does the volleyballs at practice.
But instead, she smirks and takes a sultry step toward me.
Did I just imagine the hungry look flash in her eyes?
Then, in a low voice, Elena says, “I was beginning to wonder if you ever would.”
Wait… what?
With a wickedly sexy smile, Elena puts her tan hands on my chest and slams me against the door, locking it shut behind us.
Chapter Three
Elena
I stifle a chuckle as the silly American boy hesitantly kisses me back. He is just as I’d thought—shy and tentative. His lean muscles are hard against my breasts as I push myself into him and wrap my arms around his neck, twisting my fingers into his wavy blond hair. I pull back from him and smirk at his expression of complete bewilderment. His hair is crazy from my messing with it. His eyes are wide and alert.
“Wait, you’re not mad?” he breathes.
“Do you want me to be?” I grab at his belt, begin working it loose with quick fingers.
“Hang on,” he says, hesitant to touch me. I unzip his jeans and let them fall to the floor, knowing full well that he wants this. Almost as much as I want his hard length inside me, his artistic, slender hands caressing my curves, his soft, sweet lips milking my most sensitive parts until I come undone. It’s all I’ve been able to think about these last few weeks since arriving on campus, since encountering a man who keeps his attraction to me a secret. Or at least, tries to, anyway.
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