Chapter 7
Ken led them into his dorm room and flipped on the light, dwelling on the wonder of being with a sexy girl and cute guy. His c**k swelled in his jeans. “My roomies are gone.” He began to straighten the tiny living room, which held a couch, two worn recliners, and a TV on a wooden stand. Clothes, pizza boxes, plus empty soda and beer cans littered the place.
“Where’s your room?” Joel smirked.
“Back there.”
Danielle rushed to Ken’s door. “I’m not being forward, but—”
Joel moaned. “Yes, you are.”
Danielle swept her arm at Ken’s room. “You may enter. In fact, I command it.” Her hands rested on her hips.
The guys surged forward. Ken rushed around, lighting several candles in glass jars. His room was small and cluttered, making it hard to walk freely, but it smelled okay.
Joel
