Joren zipped up the bag and sat back with a sigh. "Okay," he said, brushing his palms together. "Packing's done."
Lana, still flustered from the earlier, stepped closer. Her eyes scanned the bag, inspecting the contents like a teacher grading a final project.
After a moment, she folded her arms and nodded. "I guess you did a good job," she said, her voice softer now. "Thanks."
Joren grinned. "No problem."
Something about that smile — the way it curled at the edges, relaxed and warm — made her heart flutter. A strange warmth bloomed in her chest, and butterflies stirred in her stomach.
Her face turned pinker, and her lips parted slightly.
Joren's grin faded into a frown. "You okay?"
"I'm fine!" she said, a bit too loud.
Her blush had spread — into her ears, down her neck. She turned away very quickly, brushing her hair behind her ear with jerky movements.
"I'm gonna take my bath," she said, already walking toward her room. "Before it's time to go."
Joren watched her disappear behind the door, the soft click of it closing echoing in the quiet apartment.
He stared at the bag for a moment, then at the door.
*What's her problem?*
He shrugged, pulled out his phone, and reclined back against the couch. A few swipes later, he was deep in the endless scroll of TikTok — random edits and memes lighting up his screen.
He hadn't been scrolling long when his phone buzzed with a call.
It was from Zuri.
He answered, already guessing why she was calling. "Hey."
"Where are you?" she asked.
Joren hesitated. "I'm… never mind where I am. Where are we supposed to meet, and what time?"
There was a pause. Then a suspicious-sounding, "Okay…"
"Well," she continued, "meet me at the campus gate. 10:00 a.m. sharp."
"Got it," Joren said. "See you."
He ended the call and checked the time.
It was 9:38 a.m.
He called out, "Lana! Zuri just called. We're meeting at the campus gate by ten!"
No answer came.
He frowned. "Lana?"
Still nothing.
He stood up, his chest tightening. He walked down the hallway to her room and stopped in front of the door.
"Lana?" he called again, knocking lightly.
Silence.
Now he was worried.
He turned the knob and stepped inside.
Her room was surprisingly organized — her bed was made, her desk tidy, her clothes folded in neat piles. But that wasn't what had Joren's attention.
His eyes scanned the room until they landed on her silhouette behind the frosted glass of the bathroom door. She was showering, completely oblivious to the panic she'd caused him.
He let out a long sigh of relief. "Seriously?" he muttered. "And I was panicking."
He turned to leave, ready to give her privacy, when something caught his eye.
On the bed.
Her underwear — a sheer blue fabric, laid out like a carefully chosen outfit for the day. Matching set. Neatly arranged. Innocent… and yet inviting.
Joren froze. His eyes were fixed on the fabric, his hands twitching slightly.
Oh, the temptation!
He tried. He really tried, but he wasn't one for overcoming temptations.
He took one step closer, then another, staring at the fabric like it was calling his name.
He reached out, poked it once — just once — then quickly looked toward the bathroom door.
It was still closed.
He turned back to the bed and picked them up, held them to his nose, and gave the most diabolical sniff his nose and lungs could muster, savoring their wonderful scent, and then—
The bathroom door creaked open!
Joren spun around mid-sniff, hands holding the underwear, which were pressed against his face. Eyes wide, like those of a guilty schoolboy.
Lana stood at the bathroom's entrance, wearing a towel that hugged her curves, her hair still wet.
Her eyes narrowed as she spotted him pressing her underwear against his face and sniffing it like it was Meth.
"…What are you doing?"
Joren blinked. "Uhh..."
"What are you doing with my panties?!" She cut him off, hurrying to him and snatching the underwear from his hands, her face slightly coloured pink.
"I..." He stammered as he tried to form a decent excuse. His eyes wide with guilt and fear. "I can explain!"
Lana didn't take her eyes off him. "Fine then, explain. Tell me why you were sniffing my panties like a creep!"
The word "creep" made Joren flinch slightly. He had to do something before she'd cancel the date, or worse.
"I..." He started, his voice apologetic. "I'm sorry. I guess I was being creepy."
Lana's frown softened as she heard his apology. It sounded genuine enough for her to believe.
"Why did you even do it in the first place?," She said, "Were you hard or something?"
"Umm... yeah... " Joren said. He had no other choice but to agree with what she said. "...Yeah, I had a boner. That's why."
Lana took a few steps closer to him, her hands moving to rest on the hem of her towel. "If you were hard, you should have told me, instead coming to my room and sniffing my underwear."
Joren's body stiffened as invaded his personal space. She was so close that her breasts pressed lightly against his chest. He could feel her nipples harden beneath her towel. "I–I won't do it... again."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
Lana smiled and pressed her body flush against him.
"Good." She said, tone pleased.
"Now let's deal with your... pitched tent."
Her hands tugged her towel, pulling them down immediately. Her skin was as flawless as always, her full breasts in display, nipples perking up as the cool air of the room brushed across them.
She spat on her hand and dipped it under Joren's pants to wrap around his hardening member, stroking it slowly, her saliva acting as lubricant.
"We're gonna have to be quick," she said as her hand worked him. "We don't want to be late now, do we?"
He groaned roughly as she picked up her pack, his hips jerking forward into her touch.
"Nngh!~ yes!"
His hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and it came off in a matter of seconds. Then they went to her inner thighs, parting them as he lifted her, taking a few steps foward to pin her back against the wall.
A soft gasp tore through her throat as he lifted her, her thighs parting instinctively, her legs wrapping around his hip, hands around his neck as he pinned her to the wall.
"Mnmm... so eager... I can't wait to feel you inside me... filling me..." she whispered, her hips already moving, grinding her wet pussy up and down the underside of his shaft, smearing her wetness on him.
"Do it... please... I want you inside me... I—Aah!"
Her words were cut off as Joren pressed his thick cockhead against her quivering folds.
Her eyes flickered down to where his tip had penetrated her entrance, before coming up to meet his, filled with intense desire and lust... and something else.
Joren leaned foward and claimed her mouth hungrily. She yielded easily, lips parting, allowing his tongue passage to explore her mouth freely. The kiss lasted for a while before he pulled back slightly, lips slightly swollen, already breathless. His eyes were still focused on her, noting her pink face, parted hips, and the look of anticipation in her eyes.
When she spoke, her voice was breathy and filled with desire. "Please, Joren... I need you inside me..."
Her words caused his arousal to spike, his eyes glazed and filled with lust. He tightened his grip on her thigh and began to push into her tight wet hole.