You’ve Got to Keep It Down
My greatest dorm sex story actually took place in the elevator on moving-out day of my freshman year. I was with my boyfriend, who I’d spent most of the year having tons of loud sex with in my dorm room at all hours of the day or night. We were sharing the elevator with two girls, who expressed how glad they were to be finally moving out, mostly because, “This girl living next to us had super loud sex like, constantly. We could hear it through the wall.” My boyfriend and I expressed our sympathy and asked where she lived in the dorm. Turned out she lived on my floor, and in the suite next to me – as in, she was in 12B and I was in 13A, and all that sex she was hearing through the wall was mine. I was too surprised to actually say anything and it’s definitely possible I immediately lied that I lived in a different dorm and was only helping out my boyfriend, who lived on another floor. Sorry, neighbor. Maybe leave a note next time.
— Female, 23, NY
The More, the Merrier
My first college boyfriend lived in a triple that inexplicably had bunk beds, so there were actually six beds in the room. We hung out one night and got drunk and then came back to his room in search of ~private time~ only to find ten kids having a party. With incredible patience we waited for them all to pass out in various places in the room, and then had the world’s quietest sex on the top bunk of his bed with maybe eight other people asleep in the room. It was actually pretty hot.
— Female, 24, NY
That’s Why You Always Leave a Note
My college roommate and I had fairly active sex lives in our two years living together, so we had eventually worked out a solid system that would help us not walk in on each other. Early one day, he sent me a text warning that I should probably be out of the room around eight for an hour, so I made plans to go to the bar with my friend Molly. Around midnight, we drunkenly made our way back to my room. I sent my roommate two warning texts saying that I was almost back. When we got to the door, I made sure to loudly fumble with the keys while talking boisterously, giving him one last signal that I was on my way in.
We opened the door to see my roommate, along with another guy, on their knees, giving a third guy a blowjob. We all looked at each other, and then very slowly, Molly and I turned around and booked it down the hallway. From that one-second-that-feels-like-forever moment, the other thing I distinctly remember was that Wicked was playing on our TV in the background.
I later found out that the guy getting the blowjob had never gotten one before. My roommate and the other guy got in an argument over who gave the best head, so they figured he’d be a good judge in this proposed competition. In the end, it turned out my roommate won.
— Male, NC
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