Class let out as it was a little past 9 PM. I had a pep in my step as I strolled down the dreary university halls. I passed by the many bulletin boards plastered with student adverts for everything from tutoring to guitar lessons.
I strolled towards my girlfriend Kristy’s dorm, relishing the fresh outside air. She was the reason for my good mood. I had not seen her in a few weeks. Aside from the two graduate night classes I was taking, I worked a full-time job in construction and worked part-time as a bartender, which did not leave me a lot of spare time. Tonight, however, I had nowhere to be other than with Kristy.
It was a Thursday night, which was party night on campus, so the area was buzzing with activity. Groups of people or individuals heading to various frat parties, bars, or dorms.
I arrived at her dorm, signed in, and took the stairs instead of the elevator, as she was only on the second floor. As I climbed the stairs between the drab gray walls, I heard laughter and could smell weed in the stairwell. A common occurrence when the RAs weren’t around. I wondered if I knew the smokers so I could have a toke, but alas, they were higher up in the stairwell. I exited on the second floor.
The dorm in which Kristy resided was the newest on the campus and was only a few years old. The floors were divided into suites, with each suite housing six students. In a suite, there was a common kitchen area and lounge/TV area, three bedrooms with two students in each bedroom, and each bedroom had bunk beds.
I said hello to two of Kristy’s suite-mates in the common area, who were watching TV and drinking beer with their boyfriends, whom I did not know well. I turned to the left and headed down the hall to Kristy’s room. I could hear Jim Morrison’s silky voice on a stereo from somewhere down the hall. Kristy’s door was open, and I entered.
Kristy was sitting at her computer at the small desk in the room. I assumed she was still working on a term paper she told me about earlier on the phone. Her long brown hair was flowing down her shoulders.
Her roommate Tammy was sprawled in her bottom bunk, watching TV. To say I was disappointed in seeing Tammy was an understatement. It’s not that we didn’t like each other, but I had been thinking of getting laid all night long. I still greeted Tammy with a smile, nonetheless, and crossed in between her and the TV to get to Kristy.
Kristy turned and smiled at me. Her smile was always like a ray of sunshine breaking through a cloudy day. I moved in behind her, bent, and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I gave her a kiss on top of her head.
“You are a sight for sore eyes,” I said.
“I’ve missed you,” she said and kissed me on the cheek. “Let me finish a little more of this paper.”
“Ok,” I said and used the small ladder for the top bunk and crawled into her bed. The room was a very typical college student room. Clothes hung about on makeshift hangers. Stacks of ramen noodles, along with snacks and sodas, were in what was a hastily constructed pantry shelf. A few posters adorning the walls, assorted knick-knacks, collectibles, and a purple bong on various shelves.
“Not going out tonight, Tammy?” I asked, but did not see her as she was in the bunk below me. I desperately hoped she would say she was going out later.
“No,” she said. “I’m hungover as shit; didn’t make any classes today.”
“Ugh, that sucks,” I said, laughing. “Make sure you drink a lot of water.”
“Yup, just managed to start keeping stuff down in the last hour or so,” Tammy said feebly.
“Yeah, she was a real mess last night. “You should have seen her,” Kristy chimed in, laughing as she turned off the computer and stood.
“Thanks again for taking care of me, Kristy,” Tammy said.
“Of course,” Kristy said and climbed the ladder and got into the bunk with me. As I had already been on my side watching TV, she naturally slid into little spoon. I placed an arm around her. She smelled good with the slightest hint of perfume coupled with the scent of coconut shampoo in her hair. It was hard already just being next to her with the bulge in my jeans pressing into her ass.
“I’m stressed about this paper,” she said.
“Aw. I can proofread it later if you want,” I said and then leaned in so my nose was touching her ear. “I will relieve some of your stress right now,” I whispered and nibbled her earlobe.
She let out the smallest of satisfied sighs but leaned into me and whispered her concern, “We can’t have sex with Tammy here.” She pulled a blanket up over us.
“Don’t worry,” I said barely above a whisper as I slid a hand under her sweatshirt. “This is all about you.”
I raked my nails across her flat tummy, barely touching her soft skin, causing goosebumps to stand up like hundreds of saluting soldiers. Grazing my nails all the way up, I realized she didn’t have a bra on under her sweatshirt, which was a little disappointing. Kristy always made the sexiest little sigh when I unsnapped her bra. I still think about that fondly 25 years later.
I stayed away from the nipples of her small tits. I circled them each closely once and came back down to her tummy. She let out a long, soft sigh and shifted to lie on her back, giving me easier access to her wanting body.
“Can you turn up the TV a bit, Tammy? This part is getting good,” Kristy said in an attempt to conceal what we were doing.
No response from the hungover Tammy, but the volume did go up on the TV.
My hand slowly moved over her jeans to her crotch. She instinctively opened up her legs a bit more. I cupped my hand around her pussy and then pressed it into her. I withdrew my hand and gave a twirl where I guessed her clit was hiding under the jeans. I was rewarded with a gentle whimper and her pushing her hips up to my hand. I slid my hand back to lightly touch her tummy again and work slowly up her chest.
I felt her hand find my hardness, and she rubbed it through my jeans. I had resigned myself to probably not getting laid with Tammy staying in, so I moved her hand away and whispered, “Tonight is about you.” She smiled and kissed me deeply, her tongue darting out and finding mine.
Over and over again, I moved my fingers across her tummy like a whisper, up to her tits, then down and cupped and rubbed her pussy over her jeans while nibbling her ear. She was beginning to squirm with her eyes pleading. When I next ran my hand up under her sweatshirt, I began teasing her rock-hard nipples. I rolled a nipple gently between my fingers, then moved to the other. She let out a soft sigh.
I left her nipples wanting more and drifted my hand down again. This time, I stopped at her jeans and gently slid a few fingers under her jeans, but only a few inches. I slid my fingers from one hip to the other, then withdrew my hand to tease her tummy again. My hand slid back down and found the button to her jeans, which I undid, and it opened with that usual satisfying silent pop. I started unzipping her pants slowly, tooth by tooth, in order to not alert Tammy but also to torment Kristy. Mostly to torment.
As the zipper came down, I could see she was wearing white cotton panties. The zipper finally stopped. As I did with the jeans, I slid my fingers a few inches under the band of her panties and silently glided them from hip to hip. I moved my nails up under her shirt to a nipple and flicked it lightly, then quickly dove back to her panties. My hand ran over her panties and cupped her pussy. Her panties were already very wet. I pressed into her folds, which pushed her panties into her just a tad, my palm grinding her clit. She looked at me while biting her bottom lip, her eyes pleading for more.
My hand abandoned her pussy and dove under her shirt again, pinching one nipple then the other. I slowly slid down her tummy to the top of her panties.
Just then, one of the suite-mate’s boyfriend knocked on the outside of the door, which was still open, and strolled into the room.
“Hey Kristy, can we use your bong?” he asked, looking over at us on the top bunk. If he guessed what was going on under the blanket covering us, he didn’t show it. My fingers were an inch under her panties as she answered.
“Sure,” she croaked.
As he turned to get the bong, my hand slid all the way quickly into her panties, finally feeling her wetness directly. I quickly pushed a finger into her deeply. Her hand squeezed my hip hard as my palm mashed into her clit.
“Thanks,” he said and left the room.
“Mmmm hmmm,” was all she could manage.
Kristy’s pussy was soaked. I think the danger of being caught was exciting to her.
“Pull your pants down a bit,” I whispered into her ear and then nibbled it. She complied and pushed her jeans down to her ankles in one quick motion, which allowed her to open her legs a bit more for me. I kept my finger moving in and out of her. I lazily pulled my finger out and gave her clit a vigorous rub, and then moved my hand up and spread her wetness on each of her nipples. I teased each nipple between my index and middle fingers, her wetness allowing an easy glide.
I had the thought to do something I had not done with Kristy to this point. I offered my fingers to her mouth so she could taste herself. She didn’t hesitate and sucked my fingers into her mouth, sucking them like she was sucking my cock.
“Ooh, you like tasting yourself. Good,” I growled in her ear. I moved my fingers, now coated with her saliva, to her clit and began the assault. Teasing time was over.
I rubbed her clit in earnest. I alternated between rubbing her clit firmly and diving a finger deep into her wet and wanting cunt. She was grunting quietly in my ear, her breath coming in spurts.
After a while, she suddenly arched her back as her breath held, pressing herself into my fingers. I felt her shudder as her legs quaked as her release finally arrived. She bit into my shoulder to keep from making noise.
Once she settled down and recovered, she whispered, “Fuck, that was amazing. I needed that.” She turned on her side as little spoon again, her jeans still down, and I hugged her close with my arm. Our attention turned to the TV and we had no idea what we were watching.
I have often wondered if Tammy heard us and started fingering herself in the bottom bunk. I’d like to think so.
