Brains and Boobs

The rhythmic thumping against the wall was making it damn near impossible to diagram electron configurations. Kate banged her fist on the adjoining wall. "Could you please keep it down over there, Veronica? I'm trying to study!"

A muffled giggle, followed by a wet, enthusiastic moan, was her only response.

Kate gritted her teeth. As if higher-level quantum physics wasn't challenging enough, she had to learn it while listening to Veronica's mission of eventually fucking the entire football team.

Veronica, currently wearing nothing but spray tan and perfectly applied glitter eyeshadow, seemed like she had a new boyfriend every week, and she wasn't too worried if they overlapped. She was sprawled on her pink sheets while Chad--or was it Brad?--clumsily thrust into her.

"Harder, baby!" She held onto the headboard as he picked up the pace. Her large breasts swayed with the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs.

Another annoyed banging on the wall. Veronica moaned loudly as he grunted out one last thrust, then pulled out and came over her tits. The white liquid contrasted beautifully against her perfectly tanned skin. She playfully swirled it around a couple times with her fingers, lost in the afterglow.

Her phone dinged. It was another booty call, this time from her newest boyfriend. She grabbed a tissue from her nightstand to wipe herself clean as she texted back "omw". Keeping up with all these guys was hard work, but she loved the attention. She needed to make sure she was always ready to satisfy them, otherwise they'd be on to the next bimbo in a flash, and she didn't have time for that kind of drama.

That's why she religiously popped two "Passion Drop" pills every morning. They weren't technically FDA-approved -- okay, they were probably made in someone's bathtub -- but the little sky blue pills kept her libido constantly firing on all cylinders. When she reached for the bottle, however, she found it empty. She'd have to pick up some more on the way.

On the other side of the wall, Kate massaged her temples and tried to focus now that the noise from the other room had subsided. Quantum entanglement? Easy. Staying focused with that racket going on? Near impossible. She chewed on the end of her pen, a nervous habit that always annoyed her roommate.

Veronica opened the door. "You know, your wall banging is really annoying. Maybe invest in some noise-cancelling headphones, babe."

Furious, Kate stood up from her desk. "I'm annoying? Maybe take a break from trying to fuck every guy on campus and actually do some studying for once!"

Veronica smirked. "Maybe if you made an effort, you'd actually be able to get a guy to fuck you." She looked Kate up and down--dressed in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, her pale freckled face glaring at her from a pair of large round glasses. Veronica thought she had potential, if she would only loosen up and stop being such a nerd.

"I'm not trying to get fucked, I'm trying to study," Kate scoffed. "You know, what college is actually for?"

Veronica rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I won't bother you anymore tonight. I'm going to pick up my meds."

"Oh, great. Can you grab mine too? I just ran out." Kate asked. She had been too busy studying to pick up her "Brain Boost" prescription herself. Those little pale azure pills sharpened her focus, boosted her reasoning skills, and enabled the long study sessions that Kate's high academic standards required. Finals were looming, and she needed every advantage she could get.

Veronica nodded, gave her a practiced saccharine smile, and left. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Kate sat back down at her desk, determined to make the most of this short period of peace and quiet.

∗ ∗ ∗

Veronica sauntered down the dorm hallway, her tiny pink shorts barely concealing her ass cheeks. It was one of the older buildings across town, not nearly as well maintained as Kate and Veronica's. The walls had accumulated various stains over the years, and the carpet looked overdue for a deep clean.

She knocked twice on the door of 302. The door opened a crack, and then all the way to let her in.

"H-hi Veronica, can I help you?" Ethan stammered. He was a chemistry whiz who discovered he could make a tidy sum by selling various supplements to the student population.

"Picking up a refill, Ethan." Victoria said, shutting the door behind her. "And you'll need to increase the strength again."

"You must be b-building up a tolerance." Said Ethan, avoiding eye contact as he rummaged around in the various drawers behind his small desk.

Ethan had seen all types of students asking for kinds of strange and unorthodox concoctions. But no one made him as flustered as Veronica. She was in a different league.

The dorm room was small and cramped, as all dorm rooms are. This one felt especially claustrophobic due to the number of vials, jars, and assorted chemistry equipment stacked on every possible surface. Something bubbled ominously on a hot plate that surely violated every safety code.

"Oh, and I'm picking up Kate's too." Veronica said.

Ethan nodded. He filled two small bottles with the respective pills, and started printing the labels.

"Thanks, Ethan. How much do I owe you?" Victoria said sweetly.

Ethan swallowed hard as he looked up, distracted by Veronica's soft voice. Her ample chest was practically spilling out of her low-cut tank top. Sky blue eyes, luscious lips, and everything else... He briefly wondered why she even needed libido boosters; she seemed to exude raw sexual energy.

He peeled off the labels and, his mind elsewhere entirely, slapped them onto the wrong bottles.

"Okay, that'll be... uh... fifty-four."

Veronica pulled out a small wad of cash from her pocket and handed it to Ethan. "Thanks, sweetie! You're a lifesaver."

"N-no problem," Ethan mumbled, handing her the bottles. He watched her walk away, his gaze lingering on her swaying hips. He was pretty sure he'd just messed up something important, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. And honestly, he was too flustered to care. He suddenly had to take care of a much more pressing problem in his pants.

Later that night, Veronica returned to her dorm and handed Kate her bottle. Kate thanked her, feeling a little embarrassed for her outburst earlier. Returning to her desk, she stared at the last problem on her sheet, as if willing it to solve itself. Why couldn't she figure this out?

Kate took out two small blue pills. "Finally," she muttered to herself, and swallowed them with a swig of stale coffee.

She felt the effects of the unfamiliar medicine--a pleasant warmth spread quickly throughout her body. This was unusual, but Kate attributed it to her sleep deprivation.

No matter how much she tried, Kate wasn't able to focus the rest of the night. She kept subconsciously squirming in her seat, feeling a frustrated heat that was surely due to the difficult physics problem. Eventually, she gave up and went to bed, falling instantly into a deep sleep.

∗ ∗ ∗

Kate woke up the next morning with a gasp, her body tingling in a way it never had before. Looking down, she noticed that her hoodie seemed to fit more snugly than yesterday. She felt her boobs through the thick fabric. They definitely felt different... fuller, more sensitive. She grazed her nipple with her thumb and let out an involuntary moan.

What the hell? Was she coming down with something? Her body did feel unusually warm. Kate noticed that she had been subconsciously rubbing her legs together. She reached down and touched her underwear, and felt a noticeable wet spot.

Usually, her first thought upon waking was the impending doom of her physics exam, but today, all she could think about was sex. She sat up in bed, her face flushed. Her usual morning routine of last-night's coffee and frantic textbook review was completely derailed by the sudden, overwhelming urge pulsing between her legs. She tried to ignore it, to reason with herself, but the urge only grew stronger, more insistent.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered, trying to channel her inner scientist. Maybe this required further investigation. Determined to get to the bottom of this, she slid her hand beneath her gray cotton underwear. She just needed to collect more data.

Kate tentatively stroked herself, her fingers clumsy and unsure. It felt surprisingly good. Too good, in fact. She picked up the pace, her breath quickening as the sensations intensified. She sat up, pulling her hoodie over her pale, swollen breasts. They definitely looked bigger. For the first time, she truly explored her body, teasing her nipple with her right hand while her left drew frantic circles around her clit. "If anything, this is really interesting", she thought, almost proud of herself.

Her breathing became shallow, her muscles tense, as she neared the edge. The pressure built, coiled tight, then released. A wave of pure pleasure rushed over her. She gripped the sheets and cried out, her body convulsing, her mind blessedly blank for a few precious moments.

She lay panting on her bed, eyes shut tight, riding out the aftermath of her orgasm. When she opened her eyes again she let out a small satisfied groan. Her sheets were slightly damp and smelled faintly of sweat, but she felt good.

A strange mix of confusion and exhilaration swirled within her. That had been... intense. She had never woken up feeling like that before--her sex drive had always been mostly theoretical. Kate wondered what could have caused it, thinking back to the previous day. But already the warmth between her legs was growing stronger, having been only momentarily subdued. She couldn't focus.

Getting up at last, she took her pills and started getting dressed to leave the dorm. Kate knew she should get a quick study session in before class, but there was no way that was happening in her current condition.

She needed coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, Veronica woke up feeling strangely... rested. And focused. Usually, mornings were a chaotic scramble of hairspray, fake eyelashes, and frantic text messages. But today, she felt calm, collected, and... oddly drawn to her math textbook.

∗ ∗ ∗

Kate stumbled out of the dorm, practically vibrating with pent-up energy. The air felt electric against her skin, and every person she passed seemed to possess an almost unbearable allure. She fought the urge to grab the nearest cute guy and drag him back to her room. She reminded herself that she was a respectable scientist, not some hormone-crazed animal.

"Coffee," she muttered, "Coffee will fix everything."

But the rich scent of roasted beans did little to calm her thoughts when she entered "Brew Awakening," the local coffee shop. Today, the familiar surroundings felt different. Softer, duller, and more... sensual.

"Hey, what can I get you?"

She jumped, eyes jumping to the barista. She'd seen him countless times before--simply a background character in her quest for caffeine. Now, however, he looked... different. His messy brown hair seemed artfully tousled, his kind eyes sparkled with intelligence, and the way his muscles strained against his apron... she swallowed hard.

"Uh, coffee, please." She said.

The barista looked confused.

"Black!" She added hastily, cheeks flushing red.

"Sure, how much coffee would you like?" He smiled warmly. Kate imagined how those lips would feel on her neck.

"All of it." Kate groaned, squeezing her thighs together.

The barista laughed. "Okay, one extra large black coffee. Anything else today?"

Kate resisted the urge to say "You," and simply shook her head.

As he turned to make her coffee, Kate found herself transfixed by the way his t-shirt stretched over his back muscles, the way his black jeans hugged his ass. Looking around the coffee shop, she saw the other patrons in a new light. She noticed how one guy's forearm flexed as he stirred his cappuccino, or the way the girl in the corner crossed her legs.

She had never had these thoughts before, what was happening to her?

∗ ∗ ∗

Back at the dorm, Veronica found herself in a very familiar position--on all fours. She bit her lip as the latest hunk thrust his thick cock deep inside her. He gripped her hips, his hands leaving sweaty prints on her tanned skin, as he slammed himself against her, filling her pussy with each forceful stroke and wrenching sensual moans from her lips.

But something felt different. Even as she arched her back, forcing his cock to go deeper, Veronica found her mind wandering, drifting back to the pile of unfinished homework she had waiting for her. Some of those pre-calc problems looked interesting...

Smack! A firm, stinging slap landed on her ass, bringing Victoria back to reality.

"Oh!" She yelped, more out of surprise than pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" he said.

Victoria didn't answer. She lowered a hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit in an attempt to get back in the mood. This guy was pretty good--she thought--if a little too preoccupied with his own pleasure. Good stamina, excellent girth, but he lacked the intellectual stimulation she was craving. She felt herself getting impatient, wanting him to finish already. She had things to do!

She clenched her pussy tight, squeezing his cock and thrusting back into him with a renewed intensity, forcing the rhythm faster and harder.

"Oh fuck!" He grunted. Quickly pulling out, he shot his load all over her ass, the warm, sticky mess splattering across her tan skin. He collapsed on the bed, feeling spent.

"That was amazing," He panted.

"Yeah, okay," she said. "Come on, time for you to go."

"What?" He said, thoroughly confused.

Her phone dinged. Another guy wanted to hook up. Did these people ever study? She responded with a curt "Busy," and then continued scooping up the guy's clothes and pushing them into his arms.

"Sorry, gotta study."

"Study?" He asked, even more bewildered. "Since when do you study?"

∗ ∗ ∗

Back at the coffee shop, Kate found herself in a very unfamiliar position--kneeling on the floor of the bathroom, fumbling with the button on the barista's pants. She wasn't exactly sure how she ended up in this situation, but it definitely felt right.

"Uh, listen... Kate, was it?" He said nervously.

Kate was too concentrated to answer. She finally managed to undo the button and zipper. She lowered his jeans and underwear in one fell swoop, freeing his already hard cock.

Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth. Despite her limited experience, her newfound confidence enabled her to take his whole shaft deep into her throat with an ease that would impress even Veronica. The feeling as he stretched her throat was intense, satisfying a craving she didn't know she had.

The barista let out an involuntary moan, before remembering where he was. He didn't want to get fired, but staying quiet would prove to be difficult as Kate continued to deepthroat his cock with a fiery hunger. He gripped her hair, pulling her head closer, which only seemed to embolden her further. Her slurps and moans grew louder as she increased the pace, her lips tightening around his shaft.

Unable to withstand the sudden and overwhelming pleasure, the barista quickly reached his limit and erupted in her mouth, pumping cum down Kate's throat, which she greedily gulped down.

The barista leaned against the wall, panting. "That was... wow."

Kate wiped her lips and looked up at him with a wild grin.

∗ ∗ ∗

Meanwhile, Veronica was also being surprisingly productive. She breezed through the assigned reading, actually understanding the concepts for once. Her homework was practically writing itself, her mind firing on all cylinders.

"This is so weird," she muttered, absentmindedly chewing on the end of her pen. "But, like, in a good way."

She tackled the homework problems with newfound enthusiasm, her mind racing, connecting ideas she never would have considered before. It was like a fog had lifted, revealing a landscape of intellectual possibilities. She felt smarter with every solved problem.

Flipping back through her previous assignments, she cringed at her past ignorance. "God, I was such an idiot," she muttered, shaking her head.

She was deep into the last assigned problem, when a series of loud, enthusiastic moans erupted from Kate's room. She frowned for a moment, slightly annoyed. But as the moans grew louder, more passionate, a slow smile spread across Veronica's face. Kate was actually getting some action. Good for her.

Veronica tried to shut out the sounds and go back to her homework. Rational functions--should be easy. But the creaking of the bed springs intensified, and Kate's vocal performance started to rival some professional porn stars. Veronica's hand started to wander between her legs, absentmindedly rubbing herself through her panties. She felt herself get wet.

She finally slammed her textbook shut, a frustrated groan escaping her lips. "Okay, that's it. I can't concentrate with this going on." She jumped onto her bed, leaning against the thin wall that separated her room from Kate's. Slipping her hand under her panties, she began rubbing her clit as she listened to her roommate get railed in the other room.

She pictured Kate laying under some faceless man, her pale body flushed with heat. Pressing her ear against the wall, she could hear the sound of their sweaty bodies slapping against each other, his deep grunts followed by her wild moans. Kate begged him to fuck her harder, and he seemingly complied--the pace increasing and her moans becoming more desperate.

Veronica rubbed herself harder and harder, inserting a couple fingers into her sopping wet pussy, fucking herself with her hand. A low moan escaped her lips as she arched her back, pressing herself against the wall. She matched the thrust of her fingers to the rhythm she heard through the wall, as if she was sharing Kate's pleasure. She found the sweet spot, her fingers delving deeper. Finally she heard Kate give one final scream of pleasure, and then came hard, letting out an involuntary moan of her own. Veronica collapsed on the bed, breathless and satisfied.

∗ ∗ ∗

The next morning, Kate bounced around the apartment getting ready for the day. While she would usually stay studying in her room until her first class, today she was busy applying makeup. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to look good, even hot. None of her own clothes felt right anymore, so she had to borrow some from Veronica. A white cropped t-shirt that could never be worn with a bra, and a shockingly short pleated skirt--the kind of outfit that Kate would usually roll her eyes at.

Veronica was loving her roommate's sudden personality change. She always felt a little sorry for Kate, who seemed to have no interest in sex or relationships. She was glad to see her come out of her shell and have a little fun.

"So who was the guy last night?" She asked playfully, as she showed Kate how to apply the perfect smokey eyeshadow.

"What guy?" Kate feigned ignorance.

"Oh come on, don't play that game with me!" Veronica laughed. "The whole building must have heard you last night."

Rather than feeling embarrassed, Kate gave her a naughty smile that Veronica had never seen before. "That cute barista from the coffee shop."

"Ooh, impressive!" Veronica felt strangely proud of her nerdy roommate. "He's always so polite and professional, how did you manage that?"

The two chatted as Kate recounted her adventures, even getting into the juicy details. Eventually, Veronica noticed the time. "Don't you have class now?"

Kate jumped up, swallowed a couple of her pills, grabbed her stuff, and gave herself one last look in the mirror before running out the door.

She arrived at the lecture hall ten minutes late. Out of breath, she tried to discreetly navigate to an open seat, but it was impossible to go unnoticed. A dozen pairs of eyes watched her, drawn to the length of her skirt and the confident sway of her hips. Her thin top did little to conceal her perky breasts, especially since her nipples seemed to be constantly hard now, even in the warm classroom air.

Kate tried her hardest to focus on the lecture, scribbling down notes and willing her mind to stay focused on the topic of quantum physics. But Veronica's extra-strong dosage was hitting Kate's low-tolerance body like a truck. She felt a persistent throb between her legs, a nagging reminder the previous night. The urge to touch herself, to relieve the building tension, was almost unbearable. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to discreetly adjust her skirt, but it only seemed to make things worse.

Across the room, she noticed a few guys were looking at her with undisguised lust. One of them, a muscular jock with a smoldering gaze, caught her eye and gave her a slow, deliberate wink.

A jolt of electricity shot through her. Her breath caught in her throat. The jock leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers, and casually ran his tongue over his lips.

Kate felt her pussy tighten, her desire reaching new heights. "This is insane," she thought, a cloud of lust filling her mind. "I can't do this. I have to focus."

But as the professor droned on about effective field theory, Kate's hand, acting against her will, slipped beneath her skirt. The thin fabric of her panties was easily pushed aside. Her fingers trembled as they grazed the soft, sensitive skin between her legs.

"Just a little touch," she thought.

The professor's voice faded into a distant hum as Kate's fingers danced against her clit, a slow, circular motion that sent shivers down her spine. The classroom, with its sterile atmosphere and droning lecture, seemed to melt away, and only her own pleasure remained.

A few rows down, the jock watched her with an intense gaze, his eyes locked on her face. He smirked as she tried to maintain a composed expression, while her fingers dug into her wet pussy under the desk. From where he was sitting, he could see everything clearly, but others would have needed to pick up on subtle clues to realize what was happening--a small furrow of her brow, the pink blush on her cheeks, a soft gasp that escaped her lips.

Emboldened, Kate increased the pressure, her fingers pressing harder against her swollen clit. She bit her lip, struggling to suppress the rising tide of pleasure. The heat between her legs was becoming almost unbearable, a burning, insistent ache that demanded release. The jock's gaze remained fixed on her, unwavering. He was watching her every move, savoring her secret pleasure. A thrill of exhibitionism coursed through her veins.

Her fingers moved faster, more frantic, as the pressure built. Her breath became shallow, her body tense, and her vision began to blur. She was teetering on the edge of climax, her muscles clenched tight. One more touch, one more stroke, and she would explode.

Just as she was about to cross the point of no return, the professor cleared his throat, his voice booming through the lecture hall. Kate froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Had he seen her? Was she about to be exposed, humiliated in front of the entire class?

She slowly removed her hand, trying to appear nonchalant. But it was too late. The shame and the exposure, combined with the overwhelming surge of arousal, gave her a huge wave of pleasure. She came right then and there in her seat. She gasped for air, feeling weak from the intense pleasure that suddenly had overcome her.

Worth it.

∗ ∗ ∗

Veronica was also deep in pleasure, although hers was intellectual as well as physical. As she lay on her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy being relentlessly pounded by yet another cock, she was working on her last pre-calc problem in her head.

This was a particularly tough one, but Veronica had discovered that solving math problems while having sex enhanced both activities considerably. The physical pleasure provided mental clarity, and the intellectual stimulation amplified the pleasure.

As warm waves of arousal radiated through her body, equations floated in her mind, connecting like pieces of a puzzle. He smacked her tits with one hand as he thrust deeper into her, sending a jolt through her system. Sparks erupted in her mind.

"Yes! That's it!" Veronica yelled, feeling the solution come together.

He groaned and pulled out slightly, then came all over her flat stomach, his spurts reaching all the way to her breasts. As the hot, sticky cum hit her skin and pooled in her belly button, Veronica finally saw the solution clearly in her mind, filling her with a deep satisfaction.

"That was great!" She exclaimed as she jumped up to her desk and--still covered in cum--began to write down the answer.

∗ ∗ ∗

Kate had to fight hard against her lust as she walked from the lecture hall. She was still feeling exhilaration from her orgasm in the classroom. The feeling of release had been intense, almost overwhelming, but it had done little to quell the persistent ache between her legs. If anything, it had only intensified her desire.

She had thought only about studying and now she was stuck in a perpetual state of arousal. Each step was a battle against her own body's desires. Every passerby, every glance, every fleeting touch, threatened to unleash the pent-up energy that was simmering just beneath the surface.

She averted her gaze, focusing on the cracks in the sidewalk, the patterns in the brick walls, anything to distract herself from the carnal thoughts that plagued her mind.

This has got to stop, she thought, her teeth clenched tight. I'm turning into a sex-crazed maniac.

Luckily, when she arrived at the bus stop it was empty. Kate sat rigidly on the metal bench, her legs pressed tightly together and her arms crossed tightly against her chest, trying desperately not to move in an arousing way and suppress the subtle shifts and shivers that threatened to push her over the edge.

Unfortunately her solitude wouldn't last. A tall, lanky guy walked up to the bus stop and sat on the opposite end of the bench. He wore tight jeans and a baggy t-shirt. He paid no attention to Kate, his gaze focused intently on the tattered book he was reading.

Kate tried to ignore him, but her resolve faltered when she spotted a large bulge in his pants. Perhaps it was her hazy state of mind, but the bulge looked ridiculous for someone so skinny. She couldn't take it anymore. Kate walked over to the man and stood directly in front of him, her shadow falling across the pages of his book. He looked up at her through his thick-rimmed glasses.

"P-please?" she whispered, her voice trembling. She lifted up the front of her already short skirt, showing him her soaked panties.

His face grew red. He attempted to say something, but his voice failed him. Instead, he slowly reached out, grabbed the top of her lace panties and pulled them down, past her thighs, until they fell to the floor and pooled around her ankles.

Taking this as an invitation, Kate unzipped his jeans and quickly took out his hardening cock, feeling it throb in her hand. She turned around and sat on his lap. His size and her wetness made it easy for him to slip inside her, stretching her tight entrance.

Her skirt provided a modicum of privacy, although anyone who looked at them would have surely been able to tell what was happening. The thought of being caught intensified every thrust as she bounced on his cock. She felt him grow even harder inside her, filling her desperate pussy and sending waves of pleasure up her spine.

She let out an involuntary moan. He reached around and covered her mouth with his hand. She gripped his thighs as she increased the pace, riding him with a reckless disregard for potential onlookers. His hand pressed tighter against her mouth. She felt the pressure building, coming right up to the edge of climax.

Suddenly, she felt him tense beneath her, his body shuddering with the force of his impending release. He bucked against her, thrusting with a newfound urgency, his grip on her hips tightening. And then, it happened. He exploded inside her, a torrent of hot, viscous cum flooding her pussy. The feeling was enough to trigger her own orgasm. She cried out, muffled by his hand, her body convulsing as she rode out the intense pleasure. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for every last drop.

She only had a few moments to catch her breath, before she noticed the bus coming towards them in the distance. With no time to spare, she stood up and pulled up her panties, trapping the sticky mess inside. She'd have to clean up later.

As the bus pulled up to the stop, she gave the guy a breathless "Thank you," and climbed on.

∗ ∗ ∗

Later that night, Veronica was engrossed in her math textbook, once again trying to ignore the loud moans coming from the other room. Kate must have brought back someone she met home. She laughed at the irony--just a few days ago their situations had been reversed.

A notification chimed on her phone. It was a reminder to take her Passion Drop pills. As she held the two small blue pills in her hand, something clicked. Suddenly, the events from the past few days, their changed personalities, it all made sense!

She leapt up from her desk, and ran over to Kate's room. They had left the door open, and she could see her roommate's pale body riding her latest conquest. Veronica paused. Hearing noises through the wall was one thing, but actually seeing her nerdy roommate fucking some random guy... it awoke something in her.

She stared at the way her body moved, her perky breasts as they bounced with each thrust, her freckled face contorted into an exquisitely lewd expression. Veronica had never seen her like this. She looked so... happy. In fact, they both seemed to be better off since they started taking each other's pills. Was it right to tell Kate about the mix-up? Would she even want to know?

At that moment, Kate spotted her roommate watching them. Her eyes hazy with lust, she gave her a friendly smile.

"Hey. Either close the door... or come in."