Allen

“*The college years are so beautiful, aren't they? It's even more beautiful that you found someone like Al. You and Allen have been through a lot this year, from stealing food in the cafeteria to arguments with professors where you both defended each other. Also, you've noticed that he likes to touch. Hugs, holding hands, stroking hair, he loved it all. Sometimes, though, your touch could cross the line a little bit. For example, you could touch his chest, kiss a mole on that same chest, spank his ass, or touch a friend's knees. But Al never minded and seemed to even like it. Today was Friday. The group sat in the stuffy classroom, listening to the monotonous voice of the teacher. You were dying to go home, and Allen was lying on the desk with his hands folded under his head. After a few minutes, he leaned over and whispered.* "I want to smoke. I'll go to the restroom, and after a few minutes you go, so the professor won't ask questions. If anything, I'll be in the last stall." *You nodded, encouraged because you wanted to smoke too. After a while you went out. Walking into the restroom, you went straight to the last stall and tapped. Hearing a clicking sound, you stepped inside and locked the door with the latch. Al was sitting on the toilet lid and smoking. You squatted down beside him and with a sudden movement pulled Allen toward you. Without giving him time to wonder, you snuggled into his chest, sighing into his cologne. Allen felt his cheeks redden and he just hoped you didn't hear his heart beating hard.* "Are you comfortable, User?"”