I fucked a girl after a night of drinking… then her best friend showed up 10 minutes later “to borrow a charger”

We’d been drinking in my dorm after the house party. Just me and Maya from three doors down. Cheap vodka, low music, the only light coming from my desk lamp. She kept shifting closer on the bed until her thigh was pressed fully against mine, the thin fabric of her dress riding higher every time she moved. She’d lean in when she laughed, breath warm against my ear, then pull back just far enough that I could feel the absence. By the time the bottle was half empty she stopped pretending.

She climbed into my lap, straddling me, and kissed me slow and deep. She tasted like vodka and the strawberry gloss she’d been reapplying all night. Her hands slid under my shirt, palms hot against my skin. I pulled the dress over her head. Just soft, warm skin and the faint mix of her perfume and the heat of her body. When I pushed her panties aside she was already wet.

I laid her back on the narrow bed and pushed into her in one long, steady thrust. The sound she made was low and broken. She was tight and so fucking wet it was almost effortless, her walls fluttering around me as she adjusted. I fucked her deep, one hand gripping the soft flesh of her thigh, the other braced beside her head so I could watch her face. She kept rolling her hips up to meet every stroke, chasing it, her breath hitching every time I bottomed out. When she came she clenched hard, thighs shaking against my sides, a soft, desperate sound caught in her throat. I kept moving through it until I finished inside her, slow and heavy, feeling every pulse.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, both of us breathing hard, her legs still loose around my waist. Then she sat up, kissed me once more, soft, almost careful, and quietly collected her clothes.

“I should go,” she murmured, and slipped out into the hallway without looking back.

Not even ten minutes later there was a soft knock.

I opened the door. Lena, Maya’s roommate, stood there in the same jeans and tank top she’d worn to the party, cheeks still a little flushed from the alcohol. “Hey… Maya said you might have a charger I could borrow? Mine’s completely dead.”

I let her in and closed the door. The room still smelled like sex, skin and heat and the faint sweetness of Maya’s perfume. Lena stepped inside, glanced around, then at me. Something shifted in her expression. She didn’t ask for the charger again. Just stood there, close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off her body. I reached out and brushed her hair back from her face. She leaned into the touch without hesitation.

That was all it took.

I pulled her against me and kissed her. She kissed back harder, tasting like the same cheap vodka. I stripped her jeans and panties while she tugged at my shirt. When my fingers slid between her legs she was already soaked.

I laid her down on the same sheets and pushed into her. She was tighter than Maya, hotter, a soft, broken sound escaping her throat as I filled her. I fucked her slower at first, letting her feel every inch, then deeper when her legs wrapped around my waist and she started rocking up to meet me. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. She came first, thighs trembling, her nails digging into my back as her body clenched and fluttered around me.

I flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around so my fingers could circle her clit in time with every thrust. She came again, quieter this time, shaking underneath me. I finished inside her too, both of them marked, only minutes apart.

We stayed like that afterward. The occasional lazy kiss that still tasted like alcohol. Lena left later, quiet, collecting her clothes and the charger she never actually needed.