It was one of those quiet nights where the only sound ringing through the dorm Kristie shared with Lindsey was the shakey air conditioner. The room was cold and dark, the only light coming in was from the street lamps disable through the ratty shades covering the tiny windows.

A shivering Kristie Mewis glanced around the room and threw her blankets off of her body, slipping out of the limp bed. A curse emitted from her lips as she not so gracefully stepped on Lindsey's black duffle bag, her hand gripping the side table to keep from falling.

She slid her green jacket on over the sweatpants and muscle tee shirt she had fallen asleep in and swore again when she dropped her phone in the darkness.

Praying Lindsey wouldn't wake up, the girl bent down next to the bed, her heart pounding in her throat, and rummaged through the remnants of the suitcase that was half unpacked.

Nothing. This time, she didn't try to muffle the words that leaked out of her mouth in frustration.

"Fuck," Kristie repeated. "Fuck, fuck."

She pinched her lips together and pulled the device from a pair of Lindsey's soccer shorts with another round of swears.

Checking to make sure her roommate was still asleep, Kristie breathed a sigh of relief and unlocked the door with a strained facial expression, her chest hard with the breath she was holding.

The door yearned open and the blonde squeezed outside, inhaling deeply as she shed her slippers in the hallway and put on the pair of black heels she had just grabbed from her luggage.

Kristie ran into the public bathroom, changing quickly into her tight black dress and throwing her PJs in the bag she stored in the bathroom closet.

A layer of dark red lipstick coated her lips and mascara danced over her long eyelashes, Kristie smiling at her reflection before shutting the door with a bang.

A parade of drunk college students bombarded Kristie the moment the smiling girl walked into Diggy's Bar.

The smell of stale alcohol and hormonal young adults energized Kristie and only made her grin widen, the opposite of what it would do to sixty percent of the student population.

Ear shattering music boomed from the DJ next to the bar as young couples drank, kissed and yelled.
Kristie eyed the room, waving at a girl in her Bio class before finally laying eyes on her prize.

The blonde wove through the pack of kids, embracing her girlfriend roughly when she reached her booth.

"Hey babe," Steph greeted, her eyes shining as she looked the woman up and down.

"Hi," Kristie said, sitting down next to her. She could feel her pulse jittering around the 160 mark as she wrapped an arm around Steph and pulled her closer.

"How'd everything going with your roommate?" Steph asked. The words had just left her mouth as Kristie pressed her lips onto her girlfriend's, nibbling on the bottom one with pleasure. The brunette could feel her stomach knot at the familiar perfume smell of strawberries and flowers. She took a deep breath and pulled away, fixing her position slightly before reconnecting their kiss.

The brunette's unexpected eagerness tore a low moan from Kristie, her lips demanding and excited on Steph.

Steph stood from her cushioned booth, pulling Kristie up with her.
"We should go," she said, kissing Kristie's neck and giggling against the warm skin.

-

Waking at midnight to her roommate engaged in the middle of sex was not Carli's dream alarm clock. Moans and pleasure full sighs emitted from the two girls as Carli buried her head in the comfort of her pillow, praying for a few hours of sleep. The midfielder's throat burned with the breaths she tried to keep quiet as she struggled to inhale air against the cotton. The noise didn't lessen, only growing louder as the girls reached their climax, Carli making a face and shutting her eyes so tightly she saw stars. Carli oped her brown eyes when the event was over, only to hear the couple going again. This wasn't going to end.

Carli eyed her phone on the nightstand and her eyes lit up as an idea struck her. She shimmied a centimeter closer to the side table, listening to see if Steph and Kristie noticed anything.

Nothing.

She continued this shimmy listen strategy until she had a firm grip on her cold device, pulling it close to her and opening it up under the blankets. She turned the brightness to zero and opened messages, finding her girlfriend's conversation and sending her a quick:

[Carli - 12:36] Hope are you awake?

She waited a moment, wincing when her phone binged with a reply.
[Hope - 12:38] I am now, everything okay?

[Carli - 12:38] Steph and Kristie are having sex next to me. PLEASE HELP

The woman couldn't help but muffle a laugh as she read Hope's response.

[Hope - 12:41] babe, why are you disgusted? Now you know how Alex feels...lol

Shaking her head against the pillow, Carli shut off her phone and
closed her eyes, letting sleep carry her into the next day.

It seemed like she had only been asleep for five minutes when a cannon like noise made her sit straight up in bed. A blinding light poked the woman in the eyes and she brought her hand up to her face, wincing and sinking back into the cushions.

Steph's smiling face looked down at her and the midfielder groaned loudly.

"Knock knock, Carlos!" Steph called cheerfully. "Time to get up!"

The brunette seemed as energized as ever and Carli didn't know how she wasn't exhausted from a night with her girlfriend.

As if knowing what her roommate was thinking, Steph's eyes narrowed as she took a sip of the steaming Starbucks mocha gripped in her hand.

"Carlos..."

Carli smiled smugly, sitting up in jer tiny bed with a content expression. Steph scowled at her.

"Do you know how much I fucking hate you right now?"