A Problem in Russel Hall

I opened the door and looked into the hall. All down the hall, I saw a few doors opening, and bleary-eyed students opening their doors.

"Do you know what's going on?" I asked Brianna, who lives across the hall from me. She shook her head, and pointed to the end of the hall. The door to Ricky's room was open, and one of the EMTs was standing outside it.

"I don't know what happened, but something must have happened to Ricky or Amit," she said.

A few moments later, two EMTs trundled by, carrying Amit on a stretcher. He looked terrible: his normally golden-brown skin looked pale and sweaty. There were dark rings under his eyes, even though his eyes were closed. His breathing sounded labored, and he looked like he was not simply sleeping, but completely knocked out. Ricky and another EMT followed. Ricky was grimly talking with the EMT. I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what.

Ricky turned to me. "Kayla visited again last night, and now Amit looks like that. I called 911, and I'm going with him to the hospital. They say he has low blood pressure and a thready pulse, and they're taking him to the ER. That's where I'll be until they let him go. When I need a ride back, can I call you?"

I felt like death, but I said, "Of course. Call me any time. I don't care if it's now or at midnight—call me if you need anything, OK?"

He nodded, and said, "Thanks, man." Then he walked down the hall with the EMTs. I turned to Brianna.

"Wow," I said.

She nodded. "He looks terrible. Mike, if you don't feel up to driving, ask me, OK? You don't look so good yourself."

"Thanks," I said. Even standing for those few moments had left me a bit dizzy.

"Who's Kayla? Do you know?"

I shook my head. "Ricky was having a thirsty Thursday on Thursday. You could've come, too, if you wanted. Anyway, there was this girl Kayla there. I thought she was one of Ricky's friends from high school, and he thought that she was with the chemistry boys, and they thought he was with Steve."

"Who was she with?"

"We don't know. Not even the stoner kids knew. She must have just sneaked in."

"And what happened?"

"Well, that's the thing. Later that night, she sneaked into my room and gave me a blowjob," I said, blushing. "But then I heard that she gave Tommy a blowjob too, and Amit. Last night, she came again—"

"She was here last night?" said Brianna. "Last night, nothing was happening. Everyone either just stayed in their rooms or went to the Towers. She should be in the guest logs for the dorm. Someone has to have let her in."

"That's true," I said. "I can't believe I didn't think of that. Anyway, last night she came in, again, she gave me a blowjob, she gave Steve a blowjob—"

"She gave both you and Steve blowjobs?" she said.

"Yeah," I said, blushing.

"But, doesn't that mean—oh, never mind. Go on," she said.

"Well, she gave Amit a blowjob Thursday night, and Ricky says she visited him again too, which means she probably gave him another blowjob," I said.

"That's weird," she said. "That sounds like it might be an STI. I think you and Steve and Tommy should all go to Health Services and get tested. If Ricky calls you when you're still tied up, just tell him that I'll go. I'm just going to be studying all day. Do you have my number?"

"Yeah, you gave it to me in October, remember?"

"Oh, right!" she said. "Anyway, you need to go get checked out. I hope Amit's going to be all right, but you might have whatever it is, too."

"I will," I said, and went back into my room.

Steve was already sleeping again. I thought I would close my eyes for just a few minutes, and sank into a shallow sleep.

When I woke up again, it was the afternoon. I still felt tired, but at least somewhat functional. Steve was listening to music on his headphones, with dark circles under his eyes, but when he saw that I was awake, he said, "Do you know what happened to Amit?"

"No," I said. "But remember how Kayla came by last night?"

"Oh, yes," he said, smirking.

"Well, she visited Amit last night too. And today he looked really bad: he was really pale and sweaty, and it looked like he was having trouble breathing. So Ricky called 911 and had him taken to the emergency room."

"So they don't know what's wrong?" he said.

"No," I said. "He said he'd call me. He might need a ride from the hospital."

"Are you sure you can? I can drive, too."

I considered. "Well, actually, Brianna said that I should go to health services and get checked out. It could be an STI. She thought you and Tommy should go, too."

"Well, right now I feel fine," he said. "So how about this: you go to health services, and if you have anything, you tell me and Tommy, OK?"

"OK," I said. I stood up, and suddenly felt so dizzy I had to sit down again.

"Actually, umm, Steve?" I said. "Can you drive me to health services?"

I explained my situation to the nurse at the reception desk. She sighed, and said. "Get in line." She indicated the waiting area. "A doctor will call you when he's ready."

The reception area looked a bit unusual. It seemed very full of students. I recognized most of them from the Russel fire drill. There were even some extra chairs set out. Clearly, Russel had a big problem.

Peculiarly, almost every single one of the students had dark circles under their eyes. And—

"Heather?" I said. Heather was a nondescript, mousy girl from my French Revolution class, and she also happened to live on the second floor. She coordinated informal study groups for that class, and, I heard, all of her classes. She looked tired, but not unusually so.

"I didn't expect to see you here," I said. "What's going on?"

"It's my roommate," she said. "Amanda has been looking really bad since Wednesday, when a guy snuck into our room. She swore she was fine, but she's been looking worse than she did when she had the flu all week. So today I just drove her here myself to get her checked out." At this, a few of the girls, all with dark circles under their eyes, looked up.

"That's odd," I said. "That's sort of like what happened to me."

"A guy came into your room and had sex with you?" she said.

"No. A girl. Her name is Kayla, and she snuck into a party on Thursday, but no one knew her. Anyway, she's blown a bunch of guys in my hall, and today one of them had to go to the hospital."

"Are you talking about Amit?" she said.

"Yeah, I was. How do you know him?"

"He's in my Ancient Greek class. I study with him. I heard something happened, but I don't know what."

"Yeah, this morning he looked really bad," I said. "He looked like he'd passed out. He was just really pale. So Ricky, his roommate, went to the hospital with him."

"Oh my gosh!" she said. "I hope he's going to be all right! So, what does this have to do with you?"

"Well, so that girl who snuck into a bunch of rooms and gave guys blowjobs?" I said. "She kind of gave me a blow job."

"No!" she said. "You should definitely be here. Or in the hospital."

A pale, brown-haired guy who was sitting two seats away leaned over.

"Sorry, did you say that a girl named Kayla snuck into your dorm and gave you a blowjob?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, the same thing happened over in Collins," he said. "Yesterday, a girl snuck into a party, and then into a lot of guys' rooms. The German kids thought she was with the Japanese ones, the Japanese kids thought she was with the Chinese, and the Chinese kids thought she was with the Germans."

"That's kind of what happened in my dorm," I said. "Go on."

"Anyway, she snuck into a lot of boys' rooms and gave them blowjobs. She gave me one too. But I'm feeling bad enough today that I definitely wanted to get checked out."

"Just really tired?" I said. He nodded. "Same with me. Do you remember what she looked like?"

"Yeah," he said. "Her name was Bailey, and she was really thin, and had short blonde hair."

"That's weird," I said. "And you said that Bailey gave blowjobs to a lot of guys in your dorm?"

"Yes," he nodded, smiling slightly.

"The girl in my dorm was called Kayla. She was kind of curvy, and she had long brown hair," I said.

"Hmm," he said. "So these two girls are behaving the same, but don't look the same."

"It could be a wig," said Heather. "Amanda is really good at wigs. She did mine on Halloween, and she sometimes helps the drag queens. With a lace front, you can't even tell it's a wig, unless you're as good as she is."

"But their names and figures are different," I said.

"Well, if they're in disguise, she'd use a different name for each disguise. I know that Amanda can make herself look like ten different people with just the stuff she keeps on hand, and if she really went shopping, she could do hundreds."

"What about their figures?" I said.

She shrugged. "Peter here said that Bailey was really thin. You said that Kayla was kind of curvy. They could still be the same."

"Point," I said.

"The bigger question is, how come a strange woman, or women, are sneaking into the dorms just to suck you all off?" said Heather.

"Sorry, did you mention a strange woman coming into your dorm to suck guys off?" said a really tired-looking chubby guy on Heather's left.

"Yeah," I said.

"Are you guys in Russel? I live in the basement. She visited me three times this week. She called herself April, but did you say kind of curvy, with long wavy brown hair?"

"I don't think I mentioned the wavy part, but yeah, that sounds like her."

"And you say that you felt really tired after she visited?"

"Yeah," I said. "I've been feeling sluggish all week."

Peter added, "Normally I get up at 6 and go hiking out on the trails. But today I slept in until 10, and could barely do basic yoga. I figure it's either a weird STI, or Lyme disease."

"OK," said Heather. "So we've got at least one person, and up to four or more, who are sneaking into dorm rooms in Russel and Collins and having sex with students, multiple times per night. We've got Kayla, Bailey, April, and Amanda's guy. And then those students get really tired, and in the case of Amit, dangerously so."

"How could it be only one person?

"If it were a guy wearing wigs," said Heather.

"That can't be the case," I said. I didn't want to think that a crossdressing guy had sucked me off. "Besides, she was curvy and almost naked."

"Are you sure?" said Heather. "He could have just been wearing false breasts. Did Kayla ever take her bra off?"

"No," I said.

"Did April?" she asked Peter.

"No," he said.

"There you go," she said. "It could be lots of people, all over campus, or it could be just one, if it were a slender guy with wigs."

"How could I tell?" I said.

"Well, you should be able to tell if she ever takes off her bra or panties. As for a wig, it could be a wig if her hair looks really shiny. Also, look for the color of the skin under her part. You should see skin that looks like her. And sniff it. Hair doesn't smell like plastic, and wigs do."

"Aren't there some wigs made of hair? What if the wig just smells like shampoo?" I said.

"Wigs made of hair cost thousands of dollars," said Heather. "If someone has a collection of full hair wigs just so they can suck off some college guys, it's probably a matter for the FBI. And even if it smells like shampoo, hair smells like hair. Here. Smell mine." Heather leaned over and lowered her head. I sniffed her brown hair. It smelled like berry-scented shampoo, but there was definitely a distinctive hair smell under it. She walked over and let Peter sniff her hair, then the chubby guy.

"But the bigger question is, why?" she said.

"Some girls just like to suck dick," I said.

"Not that much. Hardly anyone sucks more than one a night, and even if they do, they don't do it night after night," said Heather.

We were all quiet for a moment.

"What about Amanda's guy? Did she say his name, or what he looked like?" I said.

"She didn't remember his name. He was just some guy at the party. But she said he was thin, with shaggy black hair."

I gasped. "I know him!"

Heather scoffed. "Just based on that? There's probably about a thousand thin guys with shaggy black hair on this campus."

"Guys who came in just last week? Who hang out in Russel?" I said.

"Interesting," said Heather. "But even if you do know him, what does that prove?"

"He should give some clue to it. There might be a connection between him and the mystery girls. After all, you said it yourself: the girls might even be him, dressing up," I said.

"That's true," said Heather. "But whatever you do, just be careful, all right? This person, or people, are up to no good. There's something fishy about the whole business."

Health Services tested me clean for all STIs. They said they'd seen several dozen cases over the past week or so, and they were baffled. People usually complained of fatigue, but there was no STI common to all of them. My heart rate and blood pressure were both a little lower than normal, but they couldn't tell why. In the end, their best advice was to avoid the mystery girl. I was feeling dizzy, so Heather drove me back to Russel from Health Services.

After Brianna drove Ricky back home from the hospital, he told us largely the same thing. They didn't know what was wrong with Amit, so they were just focusing on keeping him stable for now.

Back in my room, I explained to Steve what I'd found out: that they didn't know what this disease was, they knew that something odd was going on, but they didn't know what, so their best advice now was to just avoid the mystery women. I also told him what I'd found about the possibility of multiple mystery woman, or a mystery man in disguise.

"Naw," said Steve. "That was no crossdresser. Did you see her body? Guys have narrower hips and thicker waists. No guy has an hourglass figure like hers."

"I guess," I said.

"Besides, what if she is a guy—so what? If someone wants to suck my cock as well as she can, I'm going to let them."

"You wouldn't care if it was a guy sucking your dick?" I said.

"Normally, I would, because I don't want to suck cock, and a guy would want me to suck his back," he said. "But if some guy wants to suck mine, and he can do it as well as she can, who am I to stop him?" he said.

"What if she comes here again?" I said.

"Then I guess we'll be lucky guys!" he said.

"Even though we know she's dangerous?" I said.

"We know that she makes guys tired. If I ever look as bad as you do, I'd refuse. If you don't want her to suck your cock, you can just tell her to suck mine instead. She can suck my cock any day."

That night, I went to bed early, at perhaps 10:00. I had been feeling very tired that week. But, sure enough, sometime in the middle of the night, the door creaked open. My covers were lifted off while I was still mostly asleep. Then I felt hands on my boxers, tugging them down.

I forced my eyes open. "No," I said.

Kayla was already kneeling between my legs, lowering her mouth to my dick. "No?" she said.

"I don't want to do this anymore," I said. "When I get a blowjob, I want it to be from my girlfriend. I don't want to hook up."

"Well, do you have a girlfriend?" she said.

"No."

"I could be your girlfriend," she said.

"No," I said. "I don't want it to be based on sex. If you come here tomorrow, during the day, we can talk. But I don't like you sneaking in here without telling me."

She pouted. "Fine, then. I'll just suck off your roommate."

Steve had woken up in the meantime. "I don't have a problem with that," he said.

"Good," she said. "I'm very hungry." She peeled off his blankets, then pulled his boxers all the way off. His dick was already standing at attention. Steve is one of those lucky guys who looks just as fashionable at the beach as in a tuxedo, but somehow he looked just as dressed lying naked on the bed with a huge hard-on. His hard dick was just the right length and thickness to be perfectly in proportion to his body.

This time, she lay down in between his legs before she opened her mouth wide and lowered it onto his dick. Steve gasped as her mouth closed around it. Her head went up and down, making squishy sucking sounds all the while. I was mesmerized by the sight of his dick going in and out. Every time she came up, she came up far enough that I could see a lot of that elegant dick of his. Steve breathed heavily.

Sometimes, when she lowered her head most of the way onto his dick, I heard more squishy, watery sounds. When that happened, Steve gasped and moaned. I couldn't look away. I wanted to see her pleasing his dick. I wanted to see him gasping and moaning more. I could almost see the semen forming in his crotch, and I needed to see him cum.

She disengaged from his dick with a slight popping sound. Steve caught his breath, as if he'd just finished a set in the gym..

"It looks like your roommate here is enjoying the show," she said, nodding at me. I still had not pulled my boxers back up after she had lowered them, and I saw that I was sitting up, to better enjoy the view, stroking my very hard dick.

"I don't mind," said Steve. "He's not the one getting his cock sucked."

"Would you mind if he joined in? I do have three holes, you know." Still lying down, she squirmed to lower her panties.

"I guess I wouldn't," said Steve.

"Well, whenever you're ready..." said Kayla.

"Thanks," I said.

"Or you can enjoy the show from there," she said. "You can turn on the light."

I flicked on the lamp on my desk. The room was bathed in a grey light, which Steve and I blinked in. Steve's abs were defined, and his slimy, shiny dick was the same purplish-brown color of his nipples.

Kayla turned her attention back to Steve's dick. His breath caught. The slurpy sounds increased, as did his moans, as she worked him more. I found myself stroking harder and faster. Steve's breath caught again. Kayla lowered her face almost to the base of his dick, and started a sucking, pulsing motion in her tongue and throat. Steve's legs twitched, he looked surprised, and he let out a huge breath. The base of his dick pulsed and pulsed, pumping his semen down her throat. His expression was of pure relaxation and bliss, and he breathed hard.

I came. My dick jolted in my hand and spurted out hot semen. It splattered over my chest, my crossed legs, my crotch, and my left hand as it shot out. The last drops of cloudy semen pulsed out and dribbled down the side of my dick.

Kayla lifted herself up again. "I could help you clean that up," she said. She ran a finger over the vein on the underside of Steve's dick, forcing out one more gluey drop of greyish semen that oozed out and ran over his purplish-pink dickhead. She licked it off.

"No," I said. And before she could come over here and lick it off herself—she stood up as if that were what she wanted to do—I licked all the translucent semen off my left hand. It tasted salty, a little bitter, and it had some sort of peculiar funk to it, like overcooked vegetables. I swallowed hard. My semen was almost thick enough to be hard to swallow, and very slimy. Then, gathered the whitish drops of semen that had landed on my chest and legs with my right hand, and licked that too. I almost gagged, but I managed to swallow it.

Kayla was almost standing over me now. With her panties down, it was clear that she was no crossdresser. "I think I know why you refuse me," she said with a smirk, as she pulled her panties back on. Then, she pulled her grey bathrobe on, and left the room.

Steve pointed at the door. I looked at the door, then at him.

"Go," he said. "Follow her. Find out what you can."

"Oh!" I said. "Thanks."

I pulled up my boxers and threw on a pair of sweatpants, and stepped out the door just soon enough to see the door to Andy and Tommy's room close. I stepped back into my room, grabbed my shirt and a book, then stepped out again.