As soon as Marcia was behind the corner, Vic’s confident gait faltered for the simple reason that he didn’t actually have a clear idea of where he was going. He bet Owen probably had a pocket map of the girl’s dormitory for a handy dandy guide, but tracking him down right now had the risk of taking the wind out of Vic’s sails and also bumping into Marcia again.

So he bit the bullet and asked around, the second girl he talked to giving him directions as casually as one would to the nearest coffee shop. He was carried on a rush of adrenaline, having just finished a load into Kit’s mouth, his mind was already awash in other possibilities. It seemed like everyone had been right – the only proper way to continue was to embrace Dampgate and everything it had to offer.

He entered the room he was looking for without knocking – there really was no time to waste, and found Devi in her pajamas, lying on top of her blanket and reading a book. At the desk in the room was Evelyn, reading a textbook by the light of the table lamp. Vic would note this for later, in case he would ever need to find Evelyn, and it pleased him that it seemed like he was finally thinking like a proper Dampgate student.

“What do you want?” Devi asked him in a stern voice from behind her book, knocking some confidence out of him, but not enough to stop him.

“I just came here to apologize again,” he said.

“Apologize for –” Devi didn’t get a chance to finish because he quickly crossed the room, leaned over her and her book and planted a kiss on her mouth. Startled, at first she did not respond at all and he thought that she would push him away, but after a moment her mouth responded and her lips kissed his back. Her hands went to his back but his wasted no time. As he put his legs up on the bed, his fingers travelled over her shirt and down her belly and straight into her pants and under the elastic of her underwear. In no time at all, she became wet enough to receive him and he slipped two fingers inside of her.

“Okay you two have fun,” Evelyn said from behind him. “Let me know if you need an extra pair of hands or something.”

But the both of them ignored her as Devi made space for him on the bed so that he could lie down next to her, his hands still busily working away at her between her legs. Now it was her turn to react, her hands finding his pants as before, freeing his member that was already ready for a second round, and placing him in the soft palm of her hand so that she could stroke him. At the same time, their mouths hungrily explored each other as if missing their interruption from a few days earlier.

Almost at the exact same time, Devi and Vic decided that they were going to pull each other’s clothes off – tugging at shirts and pants. There was an urgency in Vic’s body now that told him that he craved this, that he wanted nothing more than to explore every corner of Devi, every corner of anyone who was willing to be explored. It’s true that audiences didn’t matter, and that it didn’t matter who he had just been with and who Devi might have been with even earlier that evening. He soon found himself lying next to her with not a single item of clothing between them, one of her legs wrapping over him as his hand grew damper and damper from the juices between her legs.

His urges were now speaking for him, taking control of all his movements that made it seem natural. There was no fumbling anymore, only the deft removal of his hand from within Devi, placing it still wet on her knee and then pushing it away, spreading hers before him so that he could move his head between her legs and have his mouth fall longingly on the softness between her legs. Unlike the reluctance he experienced a week earlier with Mrs. Laramie, there was nowhere else he wanted to be at that moment than generously lapping at Devi’s clit and labia as she grabbed onto her bedsheets and moaned without reservation.