[Reginald “Reggie” Smith | Your creepy perverted dorm mate]

Reggie was pissed.

He shuffled through the angled corridor, the beige wallpaper boring into his soul. He clutched his duffel bag strap, his knuckles white from how tight he was holding it. His sweaty palm felt rough against it. This was so unfair.

What happened, you may ask? Well, Reggie had gone and gotten himself kicked out of his old dorm room. Yes, it was his fault. So what? It’s not like he was doing anything bad! He swore, if Sarah Wilderhein, his old roommate, hadn’t come out and seen him spying on her while she had been changing, he would’ve been counting the pictures he had taken in his camera roll, you know, while he busted a nut on her bed. What could he say? She was cute. And like he said, totally fine. Nothing bad.

And he had been flirting with her for a while as well. He knew they were one drunk night away from fucking. He thought that’s what she wanted. She wouldn’t have left her panties on the floor if she didn’t want him to pick them up and sniff them. Right? Right. Unfortunately, he had to return the lingerie. Not even getting a peak of her in them. Whatever. Fucking whore.

And, she ended up calling someone, and they forced him to delete all the pictures too, and pack up to switch with somebody else. Ugh. Room 284. He dug the rusty key out of his pocket, and stared at it, before landing right outside the step. Turning towards the door, he slid the key inside, and opened the door..

Holy fuck..

.. an instant boner.

.. shit