"I shouldn't complain," Jared said as he dried off and headed for the library. He'd had sex with Shannon before Home Room—she'd insisted that it was...bad luck to have sex with your date before the dance—and a girl named Ingrid a couple of hours later. She was the girl Cynthia had told her about, the one who had had a baby. He'd met her while filing out of class, and one thing had led to another, as it always did at Claiborne.He'd heard stories that a baby stretched a girl's insides. That didn't. I was almost ready to call it a day when my phone buzzed. It was Sacha.“Sorry, in shower. Ready now. Flat 9 x,” she texted.Once again my heart was racing with excitement and anticipation. I pressed the buzzer and said hello. There was a loud click and the door opened. There was no lift, so I climbed up the three flights of stairs to her door. I gently rapped on the door and within ten seconds, it opened.Sacha was standing in a pink fluffy dressing gown and said, “Ola sexy.”I replied with the. “What about the two of you? What are your limits?”The flatmate spoke up in a quiet voice.“If you are ok, I am ready to do anything.”My friend and I exchanged a glance. This was the second or third time she had said that. She was either too embarassed to voice what she wanted to try, or she had something so outlandish in mind that she was trying to ease us into it. Or most likely a mix of the two. I kissed the flatmate’s forehead softly and she sighed.“You know, she and I have done a lot of, uh,. I couldn't see the mystery person very well, but I had two thoughts at the time. One being "Man, I could use a smoke after all that" and the other which I vocalized "The smoking section is on the other end of the ship."The mysterious smoker finally turned and waved a cloud of smoke away from her face. I felt my eyebrows raise themselves at the sight before me.It was the hot blonde girl I'd seen earlier that day as I was boarding the ship. Only now, she had traded her sun dress for a snug, deep.