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The knock on the door seemed to break the drowsy spell we'd all been under. Vicky sat up and stretched, her breasts rising high as she raised her arms and drew my fingers like magic to tickle her peaks. She tossed my long t-shirt over my head with a laugh so I took the hint and put it on.
Robby grunted in the other bed as he sat up to reach for his shorts. He seemed to notice Camden was standing up to pull on a pair of his boxer-briefs and smacked her on the ass with the back of his hand.
"Hey!" Camden danced away with a grin.
"Don't wash those before you give them back to me," Robby said as he pulled over his t-shirt.
"Perv," she smirked.
"I gotta have something to remember you by until you transfer down this fall."
She stopped cold and gave him a searching stare. Her mouth opened as her eyebrows drew together, but then her warm chuckle stopped her frown. "I never said I was gonna do that."
"You should, though. Weather's much better in Houston."