Upgrading Her Love Life.Steamy College Dorm A steamy and ravenous sexual undertaking is in store… by CrystalThem. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  “Do you want me to walk you out?” I stared blankly at Nathaniel, no good answer for his simple question coming to mind. I’d told him I had class, but I didn’t. I just was sick of speaking to him. “Sure. Yea, sure.” I stood up to grab my backpack. Doesn’t he know there isn’t class on the weekend? “Hey!” he stood on his tippy toes to grab my breasts. “Maybe we could…. do it before we go?” “Uh….” I’d rather die. “No. No, I got class. I’m sorry!” I felt bad. I looked down at his crestfallen face. His squeaky voice got even more annoying when he was upset. “But I drove all the way here….. I listened to your long boring story about your geology class….. ” “Fine.” I said to shut him up. We did the usual preparation. I locked my dorm door, shut the shades. We took off our clothes beforehand, just to speed things up. Although, taking too long was not really an issue. I sucked him off which really was something I was trying to avoid, having just brushed my teeth and all. He made some guttural remarks about how my cooch was so tight, fuck me, etc. All according to script. Then, he tried to flip me around, but I did it beforehand, I knew where he was going. That’s all he wants to do these days, as if I were some curvy horse or something. “Ah Yes!” he said dramatically, falling almost off the bed. He laid there for a moment half on the ground, panting as if something noteworthy had occurred. Then, he had the audacity to say “I know you don’t usually like to put out, but I think that was the best we’ve ever done! We should go. Do you think you’re gonna be late to class?” “I’m not worried about it.” I replied, for a variety of reasons. I like Nathaniel, I really do. We’ve been dating for almost six years now, since middle school. We were the town’s favorite couple. He was big into band and music, and I was more into sports and fitness. We were an unlikely pairing, especially given the fact that he was a head shorter than I was. But he was my sweet lil guy. I wasn’t worried about us growing apart when I went off to college, and he stayed in our hometown to work at Stop and Shop. I figured we’d get through it, and then I could just forget all about boys when I came to college and focus on my studies. But when you leave your little town for a huge university, they don’t tell you what you’re getting into. These aren’t boys here… they’re men. I feel so small and shy around them, in a way that scares me a bit… but also intrigues me. I just kind of wanted one of them to like, pick me up and put me in their hands, and score a touchdown with me, you know? I had a dream like that. It was one of my favorites. “Hello?? Earth to April.” Nathaniel waved his tiny hands in front of me. I’d been zoning out again. “Yea?” “Jeez April, you’re so air headed sometimes.” He snarked. “I was telling you that my mom isn’t here yet to pick me up. She’ll be here at 3.” “Great.” Nathaniel proceeded to go on about the complex social dynamics of the work staff at Stop and Shop, and how nobody seems to know how to do their job but him. I knew the correct responses to these stories, because he’d been talking about it for years. Believe it or not, I used to really like these stories. He was a pretty good storyteller. Although, as time went on, especially in the first few months of being in school…. I’d find myself on the phone, still listening to this same story about some story in my hometown, when I had about a million cool things to tell him about college. He told me though, that talking about college makes him upset he didn’t get in anywhere, so I never really got to do more than tell him how right he was about how lazy his coworkers were. “Hey!! April!” said the most melodic voice I’d ever heard. Whoops, back to reality. A Soccer friend named Alec came into the room and jogged over to me smiling, passing a larg