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Ashley covered Spencer’s mouth with her hand, feeling hot breaths rush against her palm as Spencer exhaled raggedly.

“These walls are thin, baby, you have to be quiet.” Ashley hissed. Spencer peered up at her brown eyes as both their bodies moved in tandem as Ashley methodically sawed her fingers in and out of Spencer.

“Then make me—oh shit!” She gasped and waited a second while she regained her coherancy. “Then make me be quiet.” Spencer’s eye had a dangerous sparkle in it, and Ashley felt her stomach knot a little as she leaned down and slowly but deeply kissed her. Her tongue ran against her lips and she kissed her collarbone, the tissue-paper skin blanching and then reddening in her stead. The crappy dorm bed squeaked as Ashley increased her pace and focus and the tired springs struggled to expand wide enough to contain their collective excitement.

“I can’t believe we just met today.” Spencer choked out. Ashley turned her focus back toward the amazing specimen underneath her and smiled, then leaned down and kissed her again.

“Welcome to orientation! Please stand in line according to last name. Table A-B starts here and on the other end you will find table V-Z. You’ve already made it to college, so you should be able to handle this!” There was a light smattering of muted chuckles. Very light, and very muted as it was very early. The girl in the blue shirt was way too happy for this early in the morning. Fifteen shirt-clones of hers mulled around the large room while more sat smiling broadly behind clipboard-laden tables. They all had buttons that proudly proclaimed, “I CAN HELP!”. Well, how nice for you, Ashley thought, but do you really need a button? She weaved her way to the table labeled “C-D” before the line got too crazy.

Ashley got in line and surveyed the room. Overcompensation, all around. Guys puffed their chests out like seagulls as their mother’s stood next to them smoothing their hair down and clucking over their choice of clothes and attempting to infanitilize their brood by otherwise recreating the first day of kindergarten. Pretty much everyone stood dutifully next to their adult counterparts. A few other kids were there alone, but she was definitely in the minority. Directly in front of her a thin girl stood with light brown hair strewn down her back. Her mother looked around the room in abhorrence as if she had walked into the third circle of hell. She turned back to her daughter.