And this is my life. Only a couple more weeks and I’ll neverhave to do rounds again! Alas, it is my job for now, so I’m going to do it. It’s same old same old. No banging co-eds. No extra tasks from my boss. This should go smoothly, if not boring. There is only one hitch for me to consider this time around: the laundry room door.

Every week, we report that damn door to maintenance and it has yet to be fixed. The lock is faulty and if you are inside and the door is closed, you are not getting out unless someone comes along. I cannot tell you how many residents have gotten stuck in there this year. By this time, everyone in the building knows better than to close the door behind themselves.

On my second rounds of the night, I am careful not to let the door slam behind me. The last thing I need is to get trapped in this hot-ass room. I actually like searching the laundry room. After I check for washers and dryers that are out of order, I always make sure there aren’t any items inside the machines. I usually pull out stray thongs, socks, condom wrappers, and even spare change. I get lucky tonight and pull out $2.50 and an unopened condom. Don’t judge me, I totally kept it. Protection. Always protection.

My pen scratches across the clipboard and I wipe my forehead. Because of all these freaking machines, sweating is as easy as breathing in this room. I can already feel moisture between my plump breasts.

“Hey.” Someone startles me and I glance over my shoulder. Tall. Blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders…think surfer boy if you need a stereotype to picture him. He smiles at me with a pearly-white grin and I am suddenly very aware of my tank top and sloppy sweats reserved for rounds only. Of all the nights for me to look like a homeless person.

“What’s up?” He asks me, and after blinking a couple more times than is necessary, I find my voice.

“Um. Hi.” I wipe my brow again. “Nothing much and you?” I’ve never seen this guy before. Usually, I can recognize most of our residents, but I think I would remember him. Looking up from my writing again, I notice his muscular calves and the contours of his back beneath his v-neck shirt. Yep. I would definitely remember that.

“Well, I think it could be a little hotter in here.” He replies, smirking. “Just a tad.” I giggle slightly and head to the door. His presence was raising the temperature and fast. I have to get out of here before something happens because I am not allowed to fraternize with any of my residents. Stupid rule… Shaking my head subtly, I head for the door. Wait. I know I left that door open. I take three quick steps to the handle and yank gently. No. No. NO! I try again and again even though I know it is pointless.

“Shit!” How did this happen? And then, it hit me. I turn to look at surfer boy. He looks confused.

“What’s going on?” He remarks.

“I’m sorry.” I take a deep breath holding back my rage. I am about to blow. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. My name is Gretchen, but people call me Gretchie. And you are?” I ask failing to stay calm and collected.

“Oh um, I’m Ian. I’m visiting my cousin Chris and had to wash my swim trunks.” I nod finally understanding how he could have made this error.

“Well, Ian. Now that you tell me that, I feel really bad for what I’m about to do…”

“What…?” He raises an eyebrow and I let him have it.

“What the HELL?! Do you have ANY IDEA what you’ve done!? We’re stuck in here.”

“Wait. Stuck?” His eyes widen as he looks from me to the door and back.

“Yes. Stuck. Trapped. Locked-in. Not! Leaving!” I exclaim. He rushes over and tries the door himself. Now that I have said my peace, I am a lot less annoyed. I sit down in a chair against the wall and wipe sweat off of my neck. Ian puts his head against the door and turns to lean against it.

“I can’t open it.” He pouts in a very sexy way.

“Mmmhm. That’d be about right.” I reply, fanning myself with my hand unsuccessfully. I do not feel any less warm. Ian wipes some droplets from his neck.

“You mind if I…” He gestures like he wants to remove his shirt. I wave him to go ahead and he yanks it off. Hey, I might as well have something to look at. That is not even fair! I can’t help myself, I run my eyes over his torso. His chest naturally sticks out because of his muscles and his flat abdomen flexes as he throws his shirt aside. I let my eyes float shut not even worrying whether he saw me or not.

“The door locks from the inside. It’s supposed to be getting fixed this week, or so they tell me.”

“Soooo we just wait until someone comes and opens the door right?”

“Considering that there is one dryer running…with your clothes in it. And it is 2 a.m. We may be here for a while.” I tell him. He hangs his head and slides down to sit on the floor directly across from me.

“Are you sure there isn’t anyone we can call? I’d text Chris, but I left my phone upstairs. Didn’t think I’d need it.” My eyes pop open as his words register and I remember my phone tucked in the side of my bra. With no warning whatsoever, I slide my tank top aside so I can reach it. Let him look if he wants. I don’t even know this kid...Hold on, if he isn’t a resident, then this could get interesting. I unlock my phone and wipe the screen off on my pants. It is coated in sweat from my sticky skin. I call the campus security and give them my details. After hanging up, I catch him eyeing my body. I don’t even think he notices how obvious he’s being. Two can play this game.

“I called campus security. They said they would send someone over within the next hour or so. Knowing them, that might be generous. They hate it when students have trouble with anything lock-related so they take their sweet time.” I tell him. In all reality I could get someone to come open the door without problem or delay, but after seeing the couple in the stairwell and then my boss and her boyfriend….I am wanting to be fucked. Plain and simple. And I wanted this stranger to push me up against the locked door and bang my pussy until I came all around him.

“Great. I guess we have some time on our hands. Any suggestions?” He smirks at me. Mmm you have no idea. I think he has the same thing on his mind as I do on mine judging by the way he keeps his blue eyes following my every move as I stand to walk over to him. Only one way to find out. I lick my upper lip slowly and suggestively.

“We can play a game.” I say to him. He stands so he can look down at me and my low-cut top.

“What kind of game?” He questions. One of his hands slides around to my lower back: a spot that makes me quiver in the best way. My stomach muscles clench as I grow warm and wet in my panties.

“A fun one.” I place my hand on his chest, slightly slick with sweat.

“I’m all ears.” He replies and backs up so he is leaning on the door with me pressed against him.

I feel his erection starting to build which just makes me even hornier. Biting my lip I reply,

“It’s called ‘Are you nervous yet.’ See I am going to move my hand down your body and keep asking you if you are nervous yet. It’s much more fun if you do the same and we take turns. So, you get the rules?”

“Yes actually. I have played this before and I’ll let you in on a little secret…” Ian leans in and I can feel his breath on my cheek as he whispers “I never lose.”

“Me neither.” I smile smugly at him and start moving my hand. I trail my fingers across his firm chest to his tight abs. “Are you nervous yet?”

“Nope, my turn.” Slipping a hand under my shirt, he moves up my belly to my bra cups. He pulls one down and lightly brushes a thumb over my rapidly hardening nipples. I inhale at the sensation, pushing my breast into his hand wanting more. This teasing is going to be the death of me.

“Are you nervous yet?” He asks with a cocky grin after seeing my immediate reaction to his touch.

“Hell no.” I reply, barely. My hand continues down to the waistband of his basketball shorts where I stop and look into his eyes. Fierce desire and lust flame through those bright eyes. This is going to be good. I slip my fingers into his shorts and see him swallow hard as my hand closes around his hardening cock.

“Are you nervous yet?” I smile innocently at him.

“Fuck this.” He replies and turns me so that I am jammed up against the door. His lips crush to mine and I am breathing really fast. I open my mouth to let his tongue in so it can tangle with my own. His hands are all over me, slipping because we are both hot as hell and it isn’t from just the machines. Ian bites my lip while fumbling with my bra from behind. I laugh and reach behind myself to help him. Then, he yanks my sweats down in one graceful swoosh. Before I know it, my legs are thrown over his shoulders, his head is between my thighs, and my back is rising up the door. Shit, he is strong, he just lifted me like I weighed nothing!!!

My panties are pink ones with skulls all over them. The dampness between my legs surges on has he nudges my clit with his nose. My hands find his hair because that is all I can hold onto seeing as I am in the fucking air! I love it. He pulls my underwear aside. His tongue darts out and I scream in surprise. He sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around it. My back arches off the door and I reach up to squeeze my tits.

“Mmmm, that feels so fucking good Ian.” I moan out his name when he inserts one of his fingers. He goes slowly and it is agonizingly pleasurable while he finds my g-spot. I pull on his blond hair and dig my fingers into those broad, tan shoulders of his. His mouth toys with my clit while his finger pumps in and out of my cunt. I tweak my own breasts unable to control myself.

Gently, he lets me down and kisses me. I love the taste of my juices it turns me on even more. He bites down on my neck and grabs onto my full 36C breasts.

“Are you nervous yet?” He jokes. I am not in the mood for just fooling around, I want this boy’s dick inside me and I intend to have it.

“Shut up and drop your shorts.” I shove him so that his back is against one of the folding counters in the room. I strip off the rest of my clothes because it is too damn hot. My hair sticks to my neck, but I don’t care I need to taste him. He does as he is told.

“I like a bossy girl.” As soon as his member is free I get to work. I kneel and take him in my mouth as far as I can in one swift movement. He grabs onto the counter for support because he wasn’t expecting me to do that. I bob my head slowly, spitting on his cock to get it nice and slippery. My hand strokes him up and down as he looks down at me and me at him. There is something so sexy about staring him in the eyes while I twirl my tongue around the head. He grabs my head and pulls my hair back before he starts fucking my mouth.

“Ah. Shit.” He sighs. I can hear his breathing get deeper so I know I am doing it right. I put my hands on the counter behind him and let him thrust into my hot mouth as much as he wants. The sound of his dick slurping past my lips just makes me want him inside me more. He reaches with his other hand to play with my boobs. They bounce when I start to move my head to his rhythm.

“Don’t cum.” I warn him when I come up for air, “I need to be fucked and you’re going to do it.”

“I don’t have a condom on me.” He says highly disappointed and with heat in his voice.

“Luckily I do.” I find my clothes and retrieve the condom. Thank goodness I found this tonight. He slides it on his thick girth and lays me down on the running dryer. It is hot and rocking back and forth with the one pair of swim trunks rumbling inside. My insides clench and unclench as I brace myself. Ian hesitantly slides into me. I look between my legs that he has splayed wide open and say,

“Stop being a little bitch and fuck me!” My words have the desired effect. Ian slams his dick into me. I start to scream. I am so wet that I can hear my vagina squishing with every thrust of his hips. I arch my back off of the machine beneath me as it rocks my body side to side with his cock ramming me.

“Who’s the little bitch now?! I wanna hear you say it!” Ian tells me, gritting his teeth.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! I’m a little bitch. Ohhhhhhh Fuck yeah!!! Mmm!” I shout and start rubbing my clit fast. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass fills the air. I sit up so that I can feel his naked skin on mine. We are hot, sweaty and moving so fast. My hips meet his with every push. We are even moving the machine as it rocks beneath us! My nails make faint red marks across his back when he bites my neck and grabs my ass cheeks. He is in control and I am about to come apart in his strong grasp.

“Make me cum Ian! Harder! Harder!!” I yell grabbing onto him for dear life because I feel my orgasm about to slam through me. He drives his dick into me fast and I explode after an extra deep plunge.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! Yesss. Ian. Ohhhh FUCK!” I let it out, grabbing his ass with one hand and his hair with the other. His breathing is still fast because he hasn’t cum yet. Quickly I drop to my knees, good thing too because I could barely stand anyway, and pull the condom off. I take him in my mouth and suck hard before gagging him a couple times. He cums in my mouth in spurts and I swallow every drop…

If that laundry room was hot as hell before, then we felt like we were on the surface of the sun after that. We put on our clothes quickly because I checked my watch and it had been 55 minutes since I called campus police. They unlocked the door shortly thereafter and we went our separate ways. I finished my rounds and he went back to his cousin. By far the best set of rounds I’ve ever had to “suffer” through. When I wake up the next day, there is a note under my door.

I THINK WE CAN CALL THAT A TIE.

--IAN (XXX-XXX-XXXX)