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The Girl Next Door - in College

By: FerdGerfel



This is my first attempt at a story. It is based on real events but the names have been changed to protect the innocent.




My life up to that point didn't prepare me for college. It was true in many ways, but most of all it was true when it came to women. I used to joke that I attended the world's ugliest High School, and maybe it wasn't far from the truth. What few girls I did find attractive growing up didn't really have any interest in me, so I found myself arriving at college an 18-year-old virgin.

And I chose my college well. I never confirmed it but I heard a rumor that Playboy Magazine had ranked it in their top 10 most beautiful schools in the country. I spent my whole first week on campus in a virtual daze, wandering around and taking in the "sights". And since I lived in a co-ed dorm, I never had far to look.

I made fast friends with the girl in the room right across from mine. She was ironically a prototypical girl next door. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and she was maybe 5'4. She loved sports and was very athletic. She was a jogger but she still had some girly baby fat. Her name was Beth, and although it seemed like she would be an ideal first girlfriend, it never quite happened. Not in that way, at least.

It was probably my fault. Like I said, I was completely unprepared for someone like Beth to come along when she did. I was smart in some ways, and completely stupid in others. Well, maybe not stupid. Naïve and idealistic may have been a better description. I had the crazy idea that I would marry the first girl I kissed, and that probably helped to sabotage every potential relationship, up to and including Beth and beyond. But what probably killed her desire to ever have a relationship with me was that about a week or two into our freshman year I confided to her that I was attracted to another one of the girls in our dorm. I don't think she ever got over that, so although there was always a hint of sexual tension, for our freshman year we remained just friends. We didn't really have much of a choice anyway, since we lived right across from each other and hung out with the same people.

Our friends are where this story actually begins. Beth was a bit of a big talker. Even though she was a girl next door type, she would occasionally drop hints that she had a wild side that nobody ever saw. Finally, at a study break social right before finals, we cornered her and all but dared her to show us her wild and crazy side.

We were clustered at a table in the dining hall, where they were serving breakfast in the evening, which was our school's study break tradition. We were all a little hyper from the pancakes and maple syrup, when Beth made another casual remark about how crazy she could get. This time Stocker (we all called him Stocker, when you have a last name that sounds cooler than your first, that's what you get called) dared her to stop talking about crazy things and actually do something. Beth dared him right back. Stocker challenged her to a game of strip poker, which got everyone's attention. Beth raised her arms in the air. "All right, let's do it!" she yelled, "Who else is in? Woo hoo!"

In the end there were six of us... there was Beth and Stocker, Stocker's roommate Stuart, me and two other girls in our dorm, Gina and June. We all gathered in Gina and June's room. Our strip poker game was doomed from the start. Nobody had a deck of cards. The only thing that we could find was a deck of Uno cards. So that's what we played. Strip Uno. Whoever would win a round would be the only one not to lose an article of clothing that round. 

If you've ever played a game of Uno, you'd know that the more people that were playing, the longer it will take to get through a hand... so we played for a good hour and got through only 3 hands. I think by that point most of us were having second thoughts about showing off our bodies in front of our friends and were secretly relieved. It didn't help that nearly everyone went and put on a few extra layers of clothing before we actually started playing. Stuart had put on several pairs of boxers. Gina had been stripped to a bikini top, and I couldn't stop looking at her bare neckline, flushed red from the excitement. Beth, to everyone's annoyance, won two of the three hands and had barely lost any clothing. I, on the other hand, was both stupid enough not to put on any more clothes and unlucky enough to lose all three hands. I was shirtless (not that that really mattered) and idly wondering whether I was going to have to take off my jeans when Stocker got mad at Beth for gloating about winning and mooned her. Somehow that signaled the end of the game. Stuart mooned him back. In the chaos of the moment, with their two base asses facing each other, is when I stood up and announced that I had lost the game, and unbuttoned and pulled down my jeans, showing my tighty-whities to anyone who might have been paying attention. I didn't think anyone was. Everyone pulled up their pants within a few seconds, and then we all had the crazy idea to go parading around our dorm in our various states of undress, which we did, right past all of the good students who were sitting in the study room actually studying for finals, me with my shirt draped over my head. We were all still a little crazy from the sugar I guess, but by the time our little lap around the dorm was over we sort of wandered back to our own rooms for the night.

The whole incident was forgotten for the next couple of days since we were all busy with finals. I was lucky in that my roommate moved out early, and I had the room to myself for the rest of the semester. I never considered myself an exhibitionist, but I did have an urge to walk around naked after my showers. I don't know where the urge came from, but I would indulge it whenever I was reasonably sure I wouldn't be disturbed. Sunday morning rolled around and I took my morning shower and plopped down on my bed in just a towel to listen to the radio. The local oldies station played a "Beatle Brunch" every Sunday morning from 9am to 11am, and for two hours I did very little except lie in bed in my towel and stare at the clouds outside my window, enjoying the music. When 11am rolled around I stayed in place, too lethargic to move.

Usually between 11:15 and 11:30am was when our little group would gather together to go down to brunch. It was usually Beth that came to my door to fetch me, and on the occasions when I was still in my towel or less I used to love to torment her by shouting "I'm naked at the moment!" when she knocked. When the knock came that morning I hopped out of bed and ran to the peephole, losing the towel along the way and dragging it along behind me. Sure enough Beth was standing out there alone. "I'm naked at the moment!" I yelled. I never expected what happened next.

"Cool, can I see?" She asked.

I froze in place. Was she serious? "Err..." I mumbled. I doubt she even heard me through the door.

"That's fine, I'll let myself in," she said.

There was never really any danger living in our dorms, so I didn't obsessively lock the door every time I was in the room. It was usually locked though. The odds were probably at least 9 times out of 10. There was no way she was getting in. I looked at the lock and almost panicked. It was unlocked!

I heard her turn the handle and then pause. Maybe she was shocked herself that the door was actually unlocked. Maybe she was bluffing. I had gone about halfway across the room to start getting dressed, and I wrapped my towel tightly around my waist and held it with both hands. What do I do? Do I run to the door and try to keep her out? Do I really want to stop Beth from coming in here to see me like this? Either the latter was true or it was sheer indecision that kept me frozen in place.

Beth opened the door, stepped inside, closed it behind her, and locked it. She immediately stared at the towel around my waist. "You weren't kidding," she said.

Part of me was terrified, but part of me was getting turned on. Was Beth really interested in seeing me like this? "You weren't bluffing," I replied.

"Well, at least I know you're happy to see me," Beth said, still obviously staring at my waist.

I followed her gaze. My erection was clearly visible, 'pitching a tent' in the towel around my waist. "Sorry," I mumbled sheepishly, and turned around to hide it.

"Wait!" Beth almost shouted, and I froze, and then turned back around. It was her turn to look sheepish. "I saw you the other night, when you pulled down your pants," she said, "And... I was hoping I could see... more."

I could feel myself flush with embarrassment, "I didn't know anyone was looking," I said.

"Well, it was either look at your crotch or Stocker's bare ass," Beth replied. "You umm... don't have anything to be ashamed of, you know."

"Yeah, well, I... umm..." I stammered... still embarrassed and still reflexively trying to find a way out of the situation when her words hit me. She just complimented me, and she wanted to see more. I looked at her as if I was seeing her for the first time. She stared back with those blue eyes, giving me what through the years I would eventually call 'the look' that every woman seemed to have. I never figured out specifically what it meant, all I knew was that it drove me nuts. I could feel my cock twitch underneath the towel.

Beth noticed it. "I think someone else agrees with me," she said, inclining her head.

I took a deep breath, and then slowly undid the knot around my waist and let the towel drop to the floor. I was standing at full attention, my erection at about a 45 degree angle and pointed in the general direction of Beth's head. I was always lousy with judging measurements just by looking at things, so I didn't know how I 'stacked up' against other guys until years later when an online girlfriend convinced me to use a ruler and I found out that I had a 7 inch erection.

Beth was staring at it again, apparently lost in thought. Suddenly she looked over to where my former roommate's empty desk chair was. She walked over (two or three steps, maybe, it wasn't a big room), and pulled the chair back to where she was originally standing, maybe 10 feet away from me. "Would you do me a favor?" she asked, lowering herself into the chair.

My mind started racing. Where were we going with this? "What?" I asked.

Beth grinned sheepishly. "Would you masturbate for me?" She asked.

I was speechless. I don't even know how long I was silent while my mind raced. I was certainly no stranger to masturbation, having just turned 19 with a raging sex drive and no other outlet. I was also lucky enough growing up to be an only child with parents who both worked and to know where my father's porn stash was. With enough time to myself I could get myself off 3 or more times in an otherwise quiet afternoon. I was a horny little devil. But I rarely masturbated in college. I rarely felt comfortable enough to try it. Plus, you know, it was messy. As turned on as I was just then, I wasn't sure I could do it.

Finally, after what must have been several seconds, Beth said, "I can give you some incentive, if that'll help." And she suddenly pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her white sports bra.

I had seen her in a bathing suit a couple of months ago when our dorm had a social event at the school swimming pool. She wore a one-piece then, and frankly got overshadowed by an Indian girl that was a friend of ours, and had an amazing body that she was flaunting in a string bikini. The sports bra wasn't even that revealing, as bras go, but just the thought that Beth was going to strip for me was what really got me going. The funny part of the moment was that in my confusion I momentarily forgot whether I was left-handed, or right-handed. In truth, I was somewhat ambidextrous. You know the old joke that I was cheating on my left hand with my right hand? That could have been me. After a few moments I slowly took myself in my left hand and began stroking.

"There you go," Beth said, and leaned back in her chair, staring intently at the action.

I had a slow, steady rhythm going, but I quickly started feeling self-conscious again. I peeked back at the door again and again, but Beth had locked it when she came in. I thought about my suitemate on the other side of the bathroom. There was only one guy living there. I didn't see much of him, but I was pretty sure he had also moved out already. Next I thought about the possibility of our other friends coming to the door looking for me. "Gee, I hope nobody else comes here looking for me," I said.

"Don't worry, they're all already in the dining hall," Beth replied, "I told them to go on without us."

"Okay," I said, now sure that there weren't going to be any interruptions. Unfortunately, it wasn't making me any less self-conscious, and as a result I was staying on some sexual plateau, stroking away but not getting any closer to orgasm.

After another minute or two Beth seemed to realize I wasn't getting anywhere. "Do you need some more incentive?" she asked, and before I could even reply she stood up, undid her jeans, and pulled them down, revealing her shapely legs and her white cotton panties. Her legs were definitely her best feature. I started stroking again with renewed vigor.

A minute later Beth pulled her sports bra over her head, revealing her breasts. They were smallish and a little droopy, but they were the first pair of breasts that I had ever seen in real life. And they were breasts, ladies, seriously. As long as they fit the general description of what a pair of breasts should look like, most men don't care about the details. And like I said before, I was lousy with judging size, so if you were looking for me to say something like, "they were 34 B's", well I just wasn't sure. All I knew was that I started to feel a slow building inside, and I knew that I was finally on my way.

"You like?" Beth asked. If she was self-conscious at all, she didn't show it. She cupped her breasts and played with her nipples for a few moments. She then stood up and pulled down her panties, and she was now just as naked as I was. 

Somehow it was still a bit of a chore to get myself the rest of the way to orgasm. I guess my mind was just so used to being aroused by pornography and erotica that it didn't know what do with the actual naked woman just a few feet away. I let my mind wander to a few of my favorite stories and images. That did the trick. I was finally approaching the point of no return. I gave a grunt and began pumping for all I was worth.

Beth grinned. "Cum for me," she said.

As turned on as I was, and as close as I was, it still took me nearly another minute to coax my orgasm out. Finally, with another grunt, I came.

Male ejaculation isn't talked about much, but I do recall once hearing a story about a porn star and how his co-stars would marvel about how his ejaculation seemed to go on and on, shooting spurt after spurt of cum. When I was pent up enough and spent enough time 'priming the pump' I could be one of those guys.

The first shot of cum flew several feet in the air and landed more than halfway between me and Beth. A second shot landed a few feet away. A third only went a short distance. The remainder dribbled down onto the towel at my feet. I had never even masturbated standing up before. I staggered a bit as my legs went a little wobbly. When it was over I looked at the mess that was on my hand and on the floor, and then I grinned sheepishly at Beth.

I was about to go wash my hands in the sink when Beth stopped me. "Wait!" she said, "Can I borrow your towel really fast?" I stayed in place while Beth got out of the chair and walked around the cum and picked up my towel. She folded it carefully so that the soiled part was on the inside and placed it on the chair. "These school-issued desk chairs are pretty uncomfortable to sit in naked," Beth said. She immediately grabbed both of her breasts in her hands, kneading them and then rubbing the nipples in her fingers until they were hard. Then she slid her right hand between her legs and began rubbing herself with abandon. Her left hand went everywhere, up and down her leg, cupping her left breast, through her hair, and then it joined her right in between her legs.

I was completely mesmerized. I had never even seen a naked woman before and now Beth, who was one of my closest friends, even with our relationship issues, was now masturbating like crazy in front of me. I was still rock hard. I had the benefit of being young and virile. I used to call myself 'ever ready'. My erection remained with me and I could feel my cock calling out for attention in response to the show that Beth was putting on. I began stroking my cock again.

This seemed to egg Beth on even more, and she inserted a finger from her left hand into her pussy while she frigged her clit with her right. She had to slide forward in her chair to gain access to her pussy, and at that angle I was getting a pretty good view of the action. This went on for a few minutes, while Beth and I alternated between looking at each other and what we were doing in relative silence.

Being a loud person generally, I think you could guess that Beth was going to be loud in sexual situations. As Beth's orgasm approached, I could tell that she was trying hard not to make a racket. She started letting out a series of noises that was a sort of a whimpering shriek. Her legs started shaking and she bit her lower lip. Suddenly her orgasm hit her as if she was falling off of a cliff. Her hands stopped moving as her body convulsed once, twice, three times, and then with an enormous sigh she settled back into her chair, running her hands lazily up and down her thighs.

I was so turned on by what I just saw that I was back to stroking myself for all I was worth.

Beth came back to her senses and looked at me, bemused. "Are you going to cum for me again?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said breathlessly, and then suddenly with a much louder grunt and a hip thrust I had my second orgasm in barely 10 minutes. Of course it was nothing like the first, with only a small spurt of cum that dribbled down and joined the mess on the floor, but it was more intense and I had to reach out to my nearby desk to steady myself because my legs wouldn't hold me up anymore.

We stayed that way in awkward silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. I had no idea what to say. What had just happened? Were we a couple now or what? I thought this girl had no interest in me and here she was sitting naked and post-orgasm in my dorm room.

Suddenly Beth got up off the chair. "Well, we'd better be getting down to the dining hall before it closes," she said, and started picking her clothes off the floor and re-dressing in the reverse order that she had taken them off.

I was standing there, speechless, my penis going limp at last. I really wanted to talk to her about what had just happened, but I didn't want her to think I had the 'wrong idea' and sound like an idiot.

Once Beth was dressed, she walked to the door. "You should clean up," she said, "This place is a mess. Come join me in the dining hall when you're done." She put her hand on the door, and then turned around to face me again. "I'm going to be studying all day, but maybe you can forget to lock your door again, tonight?" And with that she unlocked the door and left me to wonder if I had anything that would effectively get cum off the carpet, and oh yeah, what did she mean about leaving my door unlocked tonight?

To be continued?

The Girl Next Door - in College Ch. 02



This is the second part of the story. Please refer to part 1 for the rest of the plot.



That Sunday was easily one of the longest days of my life. After I cleaned up the floor and myself as best I could, I dressed and joined Beth in the dining hall. The rest of our friends were just finishing up, but seemed oblivious to where the two of us were and what we were doing. Beth and I ate rather quietly together. If you saw us you probably wouldn't have any idea we were just naked together. We ate quickly and went our separate ways.

I had already taken three of my four finals, and the last one wasn't until Wednesday. Not that I was much of a studier anyway. I made a half-assed attempt to study but gave up after half an hour. It was for a stupid elective class I was probably going to get a C in anyway. I played some video games, listened to music, and I even started packing a little as the afternoon dragged on.

Beth and I went down with the rest of our dorm for dinner, and again you wouldn't know by looking at Beth that anything unusual had happened that morning. I kept stealing little glances at her, but she virtually ignored me. That was how our relationship usually was, anyway.

After dinner we all went back to our rooms. I played some more video games and listened to some more music, then watched some television. I finally gave up and went to bed about 10pm, which was laughably early for me, but I didn't know what else to do. I got into a pair of plaid boxers to sleep in. The last thing I did before I went to bed was make sure that my door was unlocked.

I kept the television on. I was the type that needed something to fall asleep to, but I wasn't really sleepy and yet I was hardly paying attention to it. I was listening intently for any sound outside my door, and fantasizing about what might happen if Beth did show up.

Finally right around 11pm I heard the doorknob turn. I made an effort to stay still. I'm not sure why. I heard the door open, then close, and then lock. In a few seconds Beth appeared like a vision in the glow of the television. She was wearing an oversized nightshirt which went all the way to her knees, but it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were clearly visible against the tight-fitting shirt.

Without a word, she climbed right over me and lay down by my side on the bed. We maneuvered ourselves until we were in a spooning position, with me lying against her back with my left arm under her. We stayed like that in silence for several minutes, and I was wondering if she had already fallen asleep, when suddenly Beth broke the silence.

"You know, I still just want to be friends with you," Beth said.

She had said that to me once or twice before when I haltingly brought up my interest in having a relationship with her during the year, and it was crushing to hear it then. This time, however, it was just confusing to me. "So, what does that mean about before?" I asked.

"Let me ask you a question," Beth said, "When you came to college, you came here to meet your one true love, fall in love, and get married, right?"

"Yeah, pretty much," I replied.

"Dude, this is the 90's," Beth said. "You might be the only guy here thinking that way. Okay, maybe not among the ultra-religious crowd, but definitely for the rest of us." I didn't say anything, so she continued, a little more softly. "I used to think like that too, back in High School, but this is college. Besides the whole education thing, I came here to meet some people and have some fun. You know, experiment a little. I'll be what, 21 when I graduate? I'll still have plenty of time to meet someone, get married, and have kids, if that's what I want. And that's why I just want to be friends with you. I'm not looking for a soul mate, at least not right now. You're smart and funny and cute, well maybe not all that smart all the time, but through this whole year I haven't met anyone else I want to be with as much as you. So, if you don't mind taking a break from your search for a soul mate for a while, maybe we can have a little fun."

It took me a while to find my voice while I processed all of that. Finally, my brain kicked back into gear. "So, the reason why you didn't want a relationship with me wasn't that I told you I was attracted to Suzie?" I asked.

Beth actually laughed. Like everything else about her, her laugh was a little over the top, like a HAHAHAHAHA. "You thought I didn't want you because you told me you were attracted to Suzie?" She asked, "Aw hell. She is a 5' 10" blonde model. I'm attracted to Suzie. If I was ever to, you know, join the other side, she would be first on my list." There was more speechless silence from me. "Oh, by the way, I might be bisexual," Beth said, and she tried to make it sound as casual as possible to add to the shock value. "Like I said, I came here to have some fun and experiment, so if the right situation comes along I might just go ahead and try it. I doubt Suzie would be interested, but you never know. I know I probably just blew your mind a little with that one," Beth said, reaching back to pat my thigh, "Are you okay?"

"All things considered, I'm just fine," I replied.

"But your entire worldview was just turned on its ear," Beth said.

"Yeah, pretty much," I said, "I liked to think of myself as a poet-romantic, that there was one girl out there for me and I would find her and always be happy, but you're quite right, that kind of thinking doesn't really fit into this world, and I should just go with the flow."

"Now you're talking," Beth said, "Anyway, as great as this morning's adventure was, I just had an insatiable urge for human contact, so that's why I'm here now. I hope you're okay with that."

I thought back to a moment earlier in the year, when one of my roommate's female friends came over to me and casually brushed the hair on my forehead, and how after being so lonely and hard up at college how amazing even that small gesture felt. "Yeah, I can relate," I said.

"So, if you want, we can just cuddle and sleep," Beth said, "It doesn't have to be anything more than that." As she said that, she shifted against me and wriggled her ass against my crotch.

My first night in bed with a girl and I was going to let it go without anything happening? I was awkward and inexperienced, but I wasn't crazy. Plus, I was pretty horny. I was also well read, especially in erotica, so I quickly came up with a plan. My free hand was draped over Beth, and I made a show of lifting it up and then putting it down again, brushing it against her breast as I did so, as though it was incidental contact. Beth responded by wriggling her ass against my crotch again. I could feel my erection starting to grow. I took my hand and as slowly as I could, I brought it against her right breast. I began to trace the outline of her breast through her nightshirt, feeling the nipple harden. Beth responded with a slightly harder wriggle against my crotch.

We continued like that for several minutes, my hand ever so slowly moving around her breast, and then to other places, like her neck and her stomach, just enjoying the feel of her soft body. "Mmm, you have very nice hands," Beth eventually said.

"Thank you, they're musician's hands," I replied. I played cello growing up and through college, and I figured the gentle but firm pressure you needed to put on a cello string would work well on a woman.

I continued exploring her body for several more minutes with my right hand, when I realized that my left hand was going completely numb lying under Beth. "My arm is asleep," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, sorry," Beth said, and she began to move away from me. I had a flash of inspiration that caused me to grab her tightly and pull her with me as I rolled onto my back. Now I was on my back with Beth lying on her back on top of me. The advantage of this position was I had both hands free to explore her body. I ran both hands up and down from her breasts to as far down her thighs as I could reach, pausing to cup and massage her breasts through her shirt.

Beth was clearly beginning to get aroused. She was squirming around. Occasionally she would grab my hands when they were on her breasts and help me give them a firm squeeze. Her nightshirt had ridden up past her hips and eventually she sat up on me and pulled it right off of her, leaving her in nothing except for a pair of lacy black panties.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Beth asked. That was another generic burst of insecurity from women that I've never been able to understand. Through the years every woman I've been with, of every shape and size, has asked me that question at least once. At 19 I was particularly skinny and fragile-looking, but even as I got older and heavier the question kept getting asked. I've had women grinding their elbows into my chest when they said that and I still wouldn't admit to being uncomfortable.

"I'm fine," I said. Now I had Beth's naked breasts to play with. I spent some time on them, enjoying the contours and textures that I couldn't feel through her nightshirt.

This position was great for me but I don't think Beth knew what to do with her own hands. At times she would use her hands to guide mine but for the most part I think she badly wanted to touch herself, but was gamely trying to hold off and let me explore her. Her head was lying back beside mine, her neck and shoulder close enough to kiss. We hadn't even kissed yet... lips or otherwise. I didn't know how Beth would respond if I started kissing her. I tentatively gave her a kiss on the side of her neck. I was rewarded with a moan and a squirm. I took that as a good sign. Emboldened, I started to kiss and suck the skin on her neck and shoulder where I could reach her, and I let my hands begin a slow but steady move toward her panties.

Beth was clearly trying hard to let me do all the work and just sit back and enjoy the ride, but I think her arousal was overwhelming her. As soon as my fingers reached her panties she reached down and pulled them right over her hips and down her legs, and then she kicked them completely off her feet. Now she was lying on me completely naked. For good measure she reached over and grabbed my boxers, pulling them over my erection and down my hips. She gave my erect penis a couple of strokes, and then she grabbed my left hand and placed it between her legs.

Despite her obvious impatience, I was still determined to move slowly. I had never had my hands between a girl's legs, after all. Third base! The Phil Rizzuto part of Paradise by the Dashboard Light started running through my head. I slowly began to explore her folds, down and around her clitoris, which was driving her crazy. While my hands were between her legs, hers were on her breasts. She started bucking against my hands, trying to get more stimulation. I finished my exploration of her clitoris and slowly moved the middle finger of my left hand into her pussy. It was very wet in there. I slid my finger in up to the first knuckle, which unfortunately in this position was all I could reach. I was rewarded with a gasp from Beth, and she started pumping her hips against me, trying to push me further into her. While I was fingering Beth, my hand was brushing against my nearby erection. It was a weird sensation.

Beth started breathing heavily, and then started making little gasps and moans. Finally she just couldn't take it anymore, and thrust her right hand to her clitoris. She started frigging herself off like a mad woman while I was still fingering her pussy as best I could. Unlike this morning she wasn't even making an effort to be quiet.

"Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes! Yes! I'm cumming! Yes!" She cried out. She was arching her back and writhing all over me. I reached around her with my right arm just to keep her steady. Like this morning, she convulsed three times as she came, and then gave a great sigh and went still.

We lay like that for a little while, and then Beth rolled over and said, "Thank you," and gave me a long, sloppy kiss. It is probably unusual to have your first kiss with a woman after you've orgasmed together, but go with the flow, right?

Beth slid off of me into a kneeling position by my side. She grabbed my boxers and pulled them down my legs and off. Then she grabbed my hard cock and began stroking. I was already quite aroused and stimulated, and it probably took me less than a minute before my own orgasm hit. I obviously had some time to recharge since this morning, as I shot a load up into the air and onto my stomach. I laughed out loud as I watched my cum landing all over my stomach and pubic area. 

Beth gave me a wicked grin, and then to my great surprise climbed back on top of me, smearing cum all over both of us. She stroked my hair and stared into my eyes for a moment, and then kissed me deeply.

"We're going to have to do something about this mess you made!" Beth said.

"The mess I made?" I asked, "I think you're as least as responsible as I am."

"Yeah, well, I think we're going to need to clean ourselves off," Beth replied, "Are you up for a shower?"

"Yeah, I guess we should," I said. I figured this was the end of our night, but Beth didn't get off of me.

"I might need some help getting myself clean, if you know what I mean," Beth said.

"Oh, you mean shower together!" I said.

"Yeah, why not?" Beth replied, "Although I've seen your bathroom. Has it been cleaned yet this year?"

"Umm... no, not that I'm aware of," I said.

"Yeah, so it's going to have to be my shower," Beth said, rising off of me and holding out her hand.

"Wait, aren't we going to get dressed first?" I asked.

"We're both covered in cum," Beth said, "It would be silly to get dressed now. Besides, it's almost 1am on a Sunday night during finals, nobody's awake out there. We only have to walk a few steps until we get to my door."

I think it was a combination of my urge to shower with Beth and the urge to clean myself off that eventually got me to agree. Beth picked up her nightshirt and panties and I followed her to the door. She slowly opened it and poked her head out.

"Okay, on three," Beth said, "One... two... THREE!" She darted out the door and took about two steps to the end of the hall. 

I was momentarily distracted by her nudity. In the harsh light of the hallway, you could see the streaks of cum glistening on her belly. "Come on!" Beth hissed at me. I tentatively slipped out into the hallway after her, then went back and made sure that my door was still unlocked. Beth was peering around the corner. Our doors were at the end of our respective hallways, so once we rounded the corner it was only a few more steps to hers. Beth was right, though, it was the quietest I had ever 'heard' our dorm.

"Okay, now!" Beth whispered and bolted around the corner to her door. I followed her as she scurried to her door and rushed inside behind her.

Once the door closed behind us Beth kissed me again. "That was exhilarating!" She said.

My heart was pounding, "Yeah," I replied. So, your roommate is gone?" I asked rhetorically. It was pretty obvious she wasn't there. I liked Beth's roommate, who was a really nice girl, but she was an alcoholic who would disappear for days at a time. Even during finals, apparently. Her things were still there, but she wasn't.

"Yeah, she told me she was staying at her boyfriend's tonight," Beth said, "But my suitemates are there."

"Oh, so maybe we should skip the shower," I said, "They can probably hear us."

Beth gave another one of her over-the-top HAHAHAHA laughs. "Do you know how many co-ed showers those sluts had that I had to listen to this year?" Beth asked. I shrugged my shoulders. Beth's suitemates weren't social and I didn't know them very well. "Well, not that I minded, really. If I was alone I would get myself off to the sound." Beth paused for a moment, maybe reliving a happy memory in her head. "Bottom line, I don't care," Beth said, "So let's go."

Beth led me into her bathroom and turned on the shower. Her bathroom was definitely much, much cleaner than mine was. We made out while we were waiting for the water to get warm, with my still-erect penis pressed against her stomach, and with both of us running our hands all over our bodies. After a minute Beth led me into her shower. She took a bar of soap and scrubbed the cum off of her belly. Then she turned her attention to me. I have a pretty hairy chest, not to mention pubic area, and if you've ever tried to get cum out of hair, you know it isn't all that easy. Beth was content to clean me thoroughly, though, soaping me up with her hands and pulling out the clumps of cum that had coagulated.

Once the rest of me was clean she turned her attention to my penis, soaping it up and stroking it. Of course it had stayed fully erect through all of the excitement, and her hand running up and down my erection with the soap as lubrication was an exquisite feeling. It suddenly got even better as Beth went down on her knees and took my penis in her mouth. I was so surprised I almost lost my balance and reached out a hand to steady myself. Beth grabbed my butt cheeks and slowly began to give me a blow job.

Even though I had had a pretty recent orgasm, this new and exciting stimulation was quickly bringing me to yet another climax. I was hardly even aware of what exactly she was doing to me, but I don't think Beth intended for me to cum in her mouth, so the moment I started to moan and buck my hips she moved her head away and resumed a vigorous stroking until I came in the shower.

Once I stopped moaning and bucking, Beth stood up and pressed herself against me. She kissed me deeply. I was afraid that I would be disgusted by kissing her mouth right after it had been on my penis, but I didn't really taste anything unusual. I tasted more soap than anything else.

"I'll bet that was your first blow job, huh?" Beth asked.

"You'd better believe it," I said.

"I'll be honest," Beth said, "It was my first time too, but I wanted to see what it was like."

"Well, thank you," I replied.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Beth asked, "I know you might not be comfortable going down on me yet, but can you use your fingers again? I'm so horny right now."

Without a word I turned her around and pressed her back against my front, my penis pressing against her back. I kissed and sucked at the back of her neck while I ran my hands all over her wet front, settling in between her legs. I slid two of the fingers of my left hand into her wet pussy and stroked her clit with my right.

Beth alternated between grabbing her breasts with her hands and reaching behind her to run her hands over my body. She was pressing into my erection, which was still in its ever-ready state.

She held out for several minutes under the steady stream of the shower, but eventually she began to moan and gasp and shake. The moans turned to shrieks, and then she practically shouted "Oh, my God!" and her legs almost gave out and nearly knocked us both over. I had to take my fingers away from her and grab her around her waist to hold her up.

She replaced my fingers with her own and began a steady "Ungh, ungh, ungh," chant as she fingered herself through the aftershocks. As her orgasm subsided she stopped groaning and leaned back against me.

"I think that was the best orgasm I ever had," Beth said, "Thank you."

"Hey, thank you," I said, "That last one was probably my best one ever too." We had a good laugh, then kissed again for a few minutes and let the water wash over us. Finally, Beth turned off the shower and handed me a towel. We dried ourselves off and headed back to her room.

"Are you ready for bed?" Beth asked, "I'm pretty tired."

"Yeah, I think so," I replied. It was then that I realized that I didn't bring my boxers over. "Umm, I don't have anything to wear," I said.




The Girl Next Door - in College Ch. 02



"No problem, let's sleep nude," Beth replied, and I followed her to her bed, where we snuggled together under the covers.

I waited a few minutes, and then I tentatively asked, "So, what happens next?"

It was a pretty open-ended question, but I think Beth got my meaning. "Boy, you really do have to find the meaning in everything," Beth said, but she said it matter-of-factly, not in a mean-spirited way.

"I'm sorry, you know, it's just that a girl that I have been pining after for a year suddenly gave herself to me, and I was just wondering what, if anything, was going to come of it," I said.

Beth sighed, "I don't know," she mumbled. I kept waiting for her to say something more but she was at least pretending to be asleep. I eventually had to turn back-to-back to her to get comfortable in the cramped single bed.

When I woke up the sun was shining and Beth was already getting dressed. "You'd better get back to your room before everybody wakes up and somebody sees you," she said by way of greeting.

I got out of her bed sleepily. I waited for Beth to say something else, like 'thanks for a great night' or 'hey, we'll do this again sometime', but she had started brushing out her long blonde hair in the mirror and was ignoring me. Bewildered, I wandered to the door, and then bolted back to my room naked without being seen.

Beth had her last final that day, and somehow managed to pack and move out without even saying goodbye to me, but that was typical Beth. We stayed in the same dorm with the same group of friends for another year until we all went our separate ways, but we never had another sexual encounter, and never even mentioned what happened again. We sort of resumed our old pattern of me pining over her and Beth 'just wanting to be friends with' me, although once or twice I could swear I caught her gazing dreamily at my crotch.