The dorm room is thick with teenage hormones and the scent of sex. The pretty teen, her body aching for release, lets her moans fill the room, a raw, primal soundtrack to her self-love. She's not alone; her roommate, also a student, is equally starved, her moans joining in a chorus of desperate need. They don't need words; their bodies speak a language all their own, a language of touch, of pleasure, of need.