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A Night in her Dorm

By: enamoredwriter



When we got to her dorm room, I stepped forward and opened the door. As Irene walked past me, I took a moment to, again, enjoy the view. Her blue dress with the slightest outline of black floral patterns swayed slightly as she moved, and the cut ended just below mid-thigh. How I hoped it would raise just a little more and show what hidden clothing and flesh awaited beneath. Before sitting on her bed, she turned on her X-Box 360. Ah, Fable 2 again. Slightly outdated, but a favorite for her that she wouldn't be talked apart from. We had enjoyed a simple dinner, a walk over campus back to her room, and now I watched her fall into the daze of her game. It had been a romantic enough night, but we were just friends. Hmm. Even as friends, I could desire her. And, I did desire her. 

She stretched her legs and, briefly, twinged. I didn't wait for an invitation, knowing an unspoken desire. I sat in front of her, took one foot in my hands (left, if it matters...), and let my thumbs gently explore the sole of her foot. Slight tensions were apparent, and she let the sweetest purr escape her lips as I explored them. Long, gentle strokes coupled with careful rubbing, circling the most tender tissue. The controller for the 360 fell forgotten to the side, if only for the moment. I switched to her right foot, and continued. As I continued, she simply lay back and purred in appreciation. And, as I glanced up, I found some small reward. Her legs were barely parted, and her dress was short... An adorable white cotton and lace bikini contained her much-desired pussy, and I can't pretend I didn't stare as I continued rubbing her feet. Ah, but before long I sat beside her again. Her eyes, previously closed as the relished the attention her feet were given, opened slowly and unwillingly. Mmm, such vibrant blue eyes. They seemed rife with secret desire. Or...maybe not, but I had wanted her too long to doubt that brief hope.

I moved behind her and began gently rubbing her shoulders. Her reactions wasn't quite as explicit as it was to the attention to her aching feet, but her enjoyment was clear. Her shoulders went slightly limp, and she leaned back into me as I continued. My fingers ventured beneath the straps of her dress and continued their efforts to bring her comfort. 

"You know, Irene...I could do this far better if you'd let me help you out of this dress."

"Hmm, and I'm sure its just because you want to massage me...no desire to see my panties?"

"Ah, I already had the pleasure of seeing that white cotton and lace." Her head jerked to the side slightly, but she made no effort to stop me from rubbing her shoulders. "Granted, though...I would like to see them again. And besides, it reveals less than some bikinis." 

She didn't actually respond to me, but stood without a word. My hands quickly missed the warmth and tenderness of the flesh they had, moments before, had the privilege of touching. With her back still to me, she stepped out of her dress easily enough and sat it carefully to the side. The curve of her ass was tempting in those panties, and as she turned around I noted that she wore a simple matching bra that barely did justice to the magnificence of her breasts. My eyes missed the smirk that overtook her lips as I took in her beauty, eyes glued on flesh that had been finally exposed. She lay on the bed and my fingers went back to work. Massaging her back and edging close to flesh that I desired, I felt thrilled.

"Irene...turn around for me."

She didn't speak, but she turned around. Without explanation, or indeed any words, I made quick work of removing her bra and panties. And, for her part, she helped me quickly forgo my clothing as well. I kissed her for the first time, and her lips parted readily enough. My fingers explored her the auburn locks of her hair while my other hand gently caressed her breasts in turn. My lips only left her own to continue to other delights. I kissed my way along her cheek and to her neck, where I playfully bit her and continued kissing the lovely flesh that awaited my attention. I continued further down until I met the majesty of her breasts. My hands continued fondling her delicate flesh, and my lips fell to her nipples. I sucked each in turn, loving her body's response and her soft moans. One hand trailed its way slowly to her pussy, parted her lips, and slid a single finger inside. She wasn't simply wet, but drenched. She needed attention desperately, and I was only too happy to provide it. 

I spread her pussy lips and let my tongue enter her. Long, slow licks that caressed her lips and entered her slightly. And as attention came to her clit, her entire body shivered in anticipation. Mmm, her unique scent and taste were intoxicating, and my tongue found no end to the pleasure of entering her and pleasuring her. Her hands caressed the back of my neck and, as I tried to pull back and at last enter that tempting pussy with my cock, they held me in place. Her breathing quickened, and her body stiffened. As much as I wanted to cum with her, I realized her desperation for relief merited greater attention. My tongue explored and teased her quickly, and my attention on her clit increased. Before long, her moans of orgasm filled my ears and her sweetest nectar was mine to taste. But, now it was my turn...

A Night in her Dorm Ch. 02



Note: Irene is a pseudonym for a friend who helped inspire this story's various chapters. Just wanted to offered credit to a character modeled after her, that has offered me some sensual nights of pleasure. Enjoy.



Irene's thighs loosened their grip around my head as she relished briefly in the glow of fading orgasm. I stood now, still as naked as she was, but with my cock standing ready for attention. She sat up slowly but was quickly willing to provide the much-needed attention. Her fingers softly surrounded my seven inches and began stroking me at a moderate pace. Her eyes glanced to me briefly, and then she began licking the head of my cock with slow, gentle caresses. It wasn't long before she transitioned to the use of her full mouth, engulfing my manhood in mouth and using her tongue to offer the pleasure I so desperately need. Her hands caressed my balls lightly and played with them, teasing me all she could. And my mind was filled with images of her from before, laying naked before me. The tiniest of bush above her beautiful pussy, and those full breasts raising and falling with increased breath. Mmmm. 

I stepped back rather suddenly and her eyes, which had been watching my expression of decadent pleasure, reflected confusion. My cock, slick with the efforts of her masterful technique with head, left her mouth only unwillingly.

"Lay down, Irene..."

She smirked slightly, at this. I could almost see it in her eyes, the thought that I wouldn't cum until the chance to be buried deep in her pussy. She lay before me and spread her legs wide. I stepped forward and found her hands oh so ready to guide myself into her warmth. Mmm, the warmth of paradise. And, knowing the pleasure she had so readily pursued for herself in our previous story, my focus remained exclusively on pursuing my own. Not to say I didn't want to offer her more. I did hope she'd have a second orgasm, but I was far more concerned with evening the score board to one a piece – shall we say? 

I started slowly, relishing the warmth and tightness that had, finally, been made available to me. She didn't lay passively (how boring can you imagine a nerd-goddess to be?). No, she wrapped her legs around me to ensure no loss of the thrusts that were now eliciting moans of quiet appreciation. Her hands caressed my chest and, on occasion, reached a step further. At these moments she would reach for me and pull me down, rewarding me with the pleasure of her passionate kisses. Her tongue danced playfully with mine and, for one moment, she varied the pressure of her tongue on mine to match the rhythmic pace of my thrusts in side her. As she lay down again, her hands took to the pleasure of caressing her breasts. Mmm. Just watching her hands on her own body was sending me plunging into a sexual intoxication I'd never tasted. Her caresses were gentle and, every so often, would include a rough pinch of a nipple that would elicit another needy moan. I had imagined my pleasure would be the primary goal, but she made it clear she was pursuing a climax that we'd both share. 

It wasn't long before she bade me lay back. She straddled me with practiced ease and, balancing herself well, lowered herself at a painfully slow pace onto my cock. Her wetness made the entry easy, and the warmth of her was a welcome return my dick desperately needed. Her lips formed an evil smirk and she increased the pace, but only slightly. Her eyes were locked on mine, and her hands had found their way back to her breasts. Her moans were throaty and torturous with the slow pace she continued to follow. Her voice was deep and sensual as she spoke. 

"You're close, I can feel it...but you don't get to rush it. Tell me what you want. Beg for it, Chris. Beg, and maybe I'll indulge you..."

My lips felt parched, my mouth dry. I barely had the ability to speak the words that wanted to escape the confines of my mouth and lips and demand the pleasure her body so tauntingly withheld. Ah, but I could find it. And, maybe, even surprise her in the force and desire I'd show. Begging could wait for another day...

"I can't wait, Irene. I need you in the most desperate way."

I pulled away, and guided her to her hands and knees. She, surprisingly, took the guidance readily enough. In a brief second or two I was inside her again, lost to her warmth. Her wetness made the pace I desired only too easy to achieve. Her moans were becoming deeper as well. Hmm. Good to know she had no problem taking it doggy style, because I was loving the position with her. Leaning down, but continuing the same frantic pace, my hands grasped her breasts roughly. I wasn't gentle now, but she seemed to like the roughness against her tender flesh. In this moment I felt her tighten and her moans switch to those of satiation. Then, I felt my own orgasm approaching quickly, and she knew as well.

"Not inside me..."

In the window of five seconds my dick left the heat of her pussy and the head of my cock was throbbing before her lips. Her mouth opened wide, and her tongue teased the top slightly as she stroked me with vigor and excitement. 

"That's right, Chris. Cover my face. Spray on tits.... After two orgasms like that I've got no problem taking your cum all over me."

...what man could refuse such instructions? I did explode. Most of the my cum landed in her open mouth, but some thin strands coated her face as well. She stroked out the last drops of cum and, with the final sexy moment of the night, swallowed every drop that had been given to her.