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Switching Dorm Rooms

By: ReedRichards



To understand the characters and location for this story, you'll need to see the six part series, The Frat Party, also in the exhibitionist category.

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Three weeks had passed since the Phi Sig party that turned into a nude dance. Annette, my roommate, and Butch had really gotten closer, but my romance with Larry, the Phi Sig chapter president, had just plain fizzled out. It seemed to have a lot of promise at the beginning, but he was becoming overly possessive, quickly, very quickly. Larry loved my little a-cup boobs, but he didn't love the fact that, not needing a bra for my itty bitty titties, I never wore one, and the other guys at York College very much appreciated that fact. Yeah, I'm a show off, almost pushing exhibitionist show off, and that attracted Larry, a lot, at first, but now it was giving him problems. Oh, well!

The dorms at York are all eight-person suites, with four bedrooms and one shared bathroom, and the suite across the hall from ours had guys in it, Butch being one of them. Not only was Butch my roommate's boyfriend, but Jim across the hall was hooked up with Jamie in our suite. There was a lot of back-and-forth between the two suites, especially since we had a 50" LCD television in our living room. The guys had kind of taken it over last fall, during football season, and we hadn't really minded; most of the girls don't like football all that much, but it became a fun party during the games. During the evenings, we didn't even have the doors between the two suites locked. It wasn't so much for the television anymore, since both football and basketball seasons were over - I guess that the NBA was still going, but college basketball was done - but there was still plenty of inter-suite mixing going on.

It was Saturday afternoon when Annette asked me, "Listen, Butch and I have a date tonight, and I think that things are going to get pretty hot and heavy. Do you think that you could, you know, bunk out tonight?"

Annette knew that my romance had flamed out; had she asked this a week or so ago, I could have just gone to the Phi Sig house and bunked in with Larry and had a good time. But now, that wasn't anything I wanted to do; Larry and I had agreed to be friends - yeah, right! - so it was as amicable a break-up as college students have, but I didn't want to take even one step backward on that. Larry was a good guy, and decent (if not very inventive) in bed, but I knew all along that we wouldn't stay together. I'm a veteran, but even though Larry wasn't, he was way too Army for me!

"Got any ideas where? I responded.

"Well, with Butch over here, his bunk will be empty, and I know that Mark wouldn't mind." Mark was Butch's roommate in the suite next door.

"Yeah, uh huh, right! I bet that he wouldn't."

"Well, actually, Mark was over here an hour ago, and I sort of arranged it with him." Annette was kind of hesitant saying this. "I didn't even tell Butch yet." Hesitant or not, Annette was grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, you did, did you? You little . . . ." I'm not sure whether the next word should have been bitch or minx, but I wasn't really mad, and was smiling when I said it. "I'll be right back."

So, I turned around, and since Mark wasn't in our suite any more, I went across the hall to find him. He was in his room and, fortunately, Butch wasn't in there with him. "Mark, did Annette just 'arrange' something with you for tonight?"

"Yeah." He had a shit-eating grin on his face. "She said that she was keeping Butch overnight, and asked if I'd mind if you took Butch's bed for tonight. I said that it would be OK, and I promised to be a perfect gentleman about the whole thing." I'm not sure just how much of a gentleman he had planned on being, because he gave me the up-and-down look, checking me out from head to toe, even though he'd seen me a hundred times before, and had seen me naked at the frat party.

"Does Butch know what's up?"

"I didn't tell him; don't know if Annette did or not."

"She made it sound like she hadn't, but who knows. OK, I'm your roomie for tonight."

"I'm looking forward to it,"

"I'll just bet you are, Mr Perfect Gentleman!"

I had some homework to knock out - I'm an electrical engineering major, and the work load is brutal - so that kept me busy for the rest of the afternoon. I was too busy to go to the DFAC and get dinner, so I just had a tuna sandwich and some orange juice out of the minifridge in our dorm. Butch came over to pick up Annette around six, and I gave her a thumbs up as they were leaving, when I saw that I could without Butch seeing it.

I was done around seven - though I still had to print it out; I'd do that on Sunday - and had to decide what I'd wear tomorrow, to take it over to Mark's. It was the end of April, and today had still been pretty cool, so I knew it'd just be jeans and a sweatshirt. I grabbed a clean pair of jeans - the ones with the one inch slit along the right butt cheek :) - and a white wife-beater and an old green York College sweatshirt, along with my red robe, and headed across the hall. I didn't have any pajamas - I always slept nude - but I figured that the t-shirt I was wearing and my Army PT shorts would have to do. 

"Hey, Dana," Mark said when I went into the guys' suite and his room. "There is one new rule: you have to sleep nude!"

"Oh, really? What happened to Mr Perfect Gentleman? And do you and Butch sleep naked?"

"No, no, not at all, never!" Mark was laughing. 

I put my stuff down on Butch's end table, then realized that I had to go back and get my toiletries; a girl has to be able to brush her teeth! But I was thinking, all along, that sleeping nude in Mark's room would be hot. I wasn't planning on sleeping with him, and he didn't really turn me on, but the thought of teasing him was growing steadily in my mind. It was a fun fantasy, but I wasn't sure that I'd do it.

The guys and I spent the rest of the evening b.s.ing, but around 10 PM I was ready to hit the sack; I was used to getting up fairly early, and that normally meant going to bed early as well. Jim said, "We all know that you walk around your own suite naked, and we want you to feel right at home here, so you don't need to change a thing. And I saw you walk back to your room from the shower a few weeks ago, so I know that's true." The guys apparently had already been talking about this.

I blew them off with a, "Yeah, you wish!" but the thought was making me hot. I had brought my robe over, something I hardly ever wore in my own suite, but could picture myself walking from Mark's room over to the bathroom, completely naked, and taking a long, languorous shower in the morning. I stayed dressed to brush my teeth before bedtime, but was getting wetter and wetter wishing I had already stripped down, and was standing naked at the bathroom basin.

When I got back into the bedroom, Mark was already there, and teased me, "Remember, house rules!"

"House rules apply to everybody, remember?"

"Domo mea et praecepta mea." Mark was a Spanish major, but this was Latin, and I stunned him when I answered, "Regulas applicare ad omnes."

"Where did you learn Latin?" he asked.

"Should I have worn my old Catholic school girl uniform? I'll never forget Sister Elizabeth and the endless translations of Caesar in Gaul." Then I kicked off my flip-flops, unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, and sat down on Butch's bed to pull them off. "The rules apply to everybody!" By this time I was laughing at him. Mark was looking stunned, and then I slipped out of my thong. My t-shirt was a fairly long one, but I'm so tall that it wasn't close to long enough to cover my bright red pubes; I don't know if Mark's jaw could have dropped any further and not fallen completely off his face.

"Rules are rules, buddy!" and then I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and was sitting there, completely naked.

"OK, yeah, right," Mark sort of said, sort of mumbled, and he started getting undressed. A girl can always tell when I guy is shy about this, because he'll take his shirt off first, and then sit down to take off his socks and shoes, delaying that inevitable moment when he has to drop trou. It took Mark a while before I could say what I had already planned: "Nice tighty-whities!"

By now I had slipped into Butch's bunk, and had pulled the sheet up, above my waist, but still below my chest. I had propped up the pillows and started reading a book on my Kindle, with the bedside lamp still on, making sure that Mark could still see my tits. He pulled off his underwear, and I looked over and said, "Nice package."

He must have figured that it was time to make his move, but I had already decided that I wasn't going to screw him. He came and sat down on "my" bed, and started, "Listen, do you think . . ." I stopped him right there and said, "Perfect gentleman, remember?" I kissed my first two fingers, touched them to the head of his steadily rising cock, and said in my sweetest voice, "Good night, Mark."

Well, Mark was, very reluctantly, a perfect gentleman, and he got up and went over to his bunk. Me, I was trying to read, and I had picked a boring, boring book to try to help me get to sleep, but it wasn't working all that well. I read the same page over and over, but had already slipped my left hand under the sheet and had my fingers on my clit. I was just dripping wet, and trying to move my fingers slowly enough that Mark couldn't tell what I was doing. Finally, I reached up and turned off the bedside lamp, leaving the room in darkness. I heard Mark roll over onto his side, and eventually I heard a snore; he had fallen asleep, faster than I'd have expected him to. Suddenly, I knew why, as the slight odor of sperm wafted its way over to me: he'd fallen asleep after he had quietly jacked himself off!

That was all it took: I had already been playing with myself as slowly as I could, to prevent any sound or visible movement, and now I had to hold my breath to keep quiet as my orgasm washed over me. I had teased Mark into getting himself off, with me in the room! I must've had a smile on my face as I drifted off to sleep. 

I actually slept longer than usual for me, waking up at about 0600. It was just about sunrise, and the room was starting to get lighter. I had pulled the blanket over me during the night, and was sleeping on my side, facing Mark's bunk. He was on his side, facing my direction, but his eyes were still closed. I thought that he might have been awake, and watching me, closing his eyes when he saw me awaken, but wasn't sure. He certainly became awake when I sat up in bed and noisily stretched, letting the covers fall off of my breasts. "Good morning, Mark," I said in my sweetest voice, and then I got up. I gave him a nice, good view as I sorted out my toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner off of Butch's end table, and then asked him, "I forgot to bring over a bath towel; do you have one I can borrow?" I was standing right in front of him, my red pubed pussy not two feet away from his face.

"Uhh, yeah, hold on for a second," and then he got out of bed to get one out of his dresser. He handed it to me, and then I used the move a lot of bold girls do when a guy is staring at her tits: I put my finger under his chin, pulled up his face and said, "My eyes are up here." Since I'm taller than Mark, that was nudging his head up to look higher than normal for him. I turned around, and headed for the bathroom, still completely naked, and you ave no idea how turned on I was.

Fortunately, I was the first one in the bathroom, because I had a full bladder. I might have wanted to show off being naked, but I didn't particularly want the guys to watch me pee. The bathrooms in the York dorms have one shower, with a curtain, and two toilets, in separate stalls. I did my business quickly, glad that all I had to do was pee, and then headed over to the sink to brush my teeth. I was standing there, naked, almost posing, with my weight on one leg and the other one cocked out to side, when Mark walked in. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and I suppressed a smile as I took a lot longer brushing my teeth than usual. It wasn't too much longer before Justin and Jim were in the bathroom, too. I was standing there, finishing up brushing my teeth, and chatting/flirting a bit, when Mark pre-empted me by taking the shower first.

Well, gee, that meant I had to keep standing there, talking to the guys, naked, while waiting for the next turn in the shower. I didn't mind that at all, and it didn't seem to bother them too much, either. When Mark came out, after what seemed like a longer shower than guys usually take, I said, "My turn," and stepped in. I started the water again, and it was deliciously hot. My hair isn't all that long for a girl, especially for a redhead, but I decided that I'd give it the full treatment, full wash and then full conditioner, while the guys were outside, because I had "forgotten" to close the shower curtain all the way. They were milling around, brushing their own teeth, and very patiently waiting for me to finish my shower. My hair finally done, I had to soap up, and just might have spent some extra time lathering up my pubes. The guys were trying to act normally, but I know that they were half crazy . . . and that was driving me crazy as well. I had fantasies of screwing them all, right there in the shower, but I kept them just fantasies.

Finally, I was done, after declining Justin's very polite offer to wash my back for me, turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing my towel to dry myself off. Justin took the next turn, making sure that I'd see his cock when he stepped in. I smiled at him, but, honestly, wasn't that impressed with his cock. 

Now, I could have wrapped the towel around myself after I had dried off; that's what a good girl would have done, but I'm so tall that wrapping it around me above my breasts would have left my ass halfway out. I could have taken an oh-so-innocent wrapping the towel around my waist move, but didn't do that, either. Instead, I simply put the towel on a peg to dry off while I stood in front of the mirror, combing out my hair first, and ten blow drying it.

Finally Mark said what was on all of the guys' minds: "You know, you are killing us here."

"Hey, isn't this what you asked me to do? You guys said that you wanted me to walk around naked."

Switching Dorm Rooms Ch. 02



After last night's and this morning shenanigans, I started to worry a little bit. Oh, I didn't care that the seven guys in the dorm suite across the hall were all watching me shower and chatting me up while I was naked in their bathroom; most of them were showing off a bit, too, doubtlessly hoping to get lucky, but none of them did. The problem was Jim. He had seen me naked in my own dorm suite, when I walked to my room from the bathroom after a shower, which turned me on a bit, and he, and everyone else, had seen me nude at the Phi Sig party, but everyone wound up naked there. That included Larry, the chapter President, and my now former boyfriend, who seemed to enjoy the party but had a problem with a show-off girlfriend in the aftermath. But Jim had been seeing Jamie, one of my suite mates, and while I'm not sure just how close they are, it didn't seem like too good an idea to show off in front of a friend's boyfriend. I didn't want to do anything to mess over Jamie, and I wasn't interested in Jim as a boyfriend either. Sleeping over in Butch's bed while Butch was sleeping with Annette, my roommate, seemed like a practical and fun solution, but maybe I shouldn't have carried it as far as I did.

The trouble is that I liked being naked and I liked showing off. Prior to the story about Danielle Keaton, the girl at Coachella University out in California who just decided to start going to college naked, I had shown off a little. My boobs were small, a-cups, and I didn't need a bra for anything other than sports. My wardrobe consisted of a lot of tank tops and sleeveless shirts with large armholes, and more than a few people at York College had caught a little sideboob -- pun most definitely intended -- on me. Going braless meant that the outline of my nips usually stood out from my shirts, at least before cold weather set in and sweaters and sweatshirts became my norm. Once the Danielle story came out, Butch used it to challenge me to go further, and my suite mates pushed me just as hard as the guys did.

And I found out that I really liked it. The news stories about Danielle didn't say a thing about her having a sexual reason for what she was doing, and all that she said was that it was an expression of freedom. On her interview with John Stossel, she said that she was still a virgin, so maybe there wasn't much sexual in it for her. Yeah, I agreed with that, and wished that I could do what she was doing, but she was in California, and York College was a private school in Pennsylvania. I'd get expelled if I tried that here!

Thing is, whatever Danielle's motivations were, mine were just plain sexual. I was getting a charge out of showing off, a lot more than I was before, and I tried to hide it but I was just plain turned on by standing there naked in the guys' bathroom, talking with them as normally as anything. It reminded me of the shower scene in Paul Verhoeven's version of Starship Troopers, where all of the recruits, male and female, shared the same gang-shower. When I was in Basic at Fort Jackson, there was none of that! The Drill Sergeants made sure that the males and females didn't have the free time together for any non-scheduled activities, and kept us too tired to think (much) about sex. The male Drill Sergeants were actually fairly cool, but the females could be monsters out of Hell; it was classic overcompensation.

So, what could I do? I'd have loved to "have" to spend a couple of nights a week in the guy's suite because Butch was sleeping with Annette in my dorm room, but as long as Jim was there, it just wasn't a good idea; last night and this morning needed to be a one-and-done for me. 

Then came a potential surprise solution: Clayton, who was Jim's roommate in the suite, came over to our suite and asked me if I wanted to have lunch with him. If there was anyone I'd never have expected to ask me out, it would have been Clay. He's pretty muscular, which is nice, but he can't be more than 5'6" or 5'7" tall. That's a bit shorter than average for a guy, but I'm way tall for a girl, standing 6'2". It was obvious that he was trying to impress me, because even though it was only in the mid-fifties outside, he was wearing a muscle shirt. The man had solid arms. He's cute enough, but I had never thought of him as a potential date. Still, it was only lunch, and I said that sure, I'd love to,

Since Clay was wearing jeans and a muscle shirt, what I already had on was good enough, a dark blue York College t-shirt and what were rapidly becoming my favorite jeans, the one with the one inch slit in the butt. I had made that slit a few weeks ago, and after several washings let the edges fray, the slit was open enough to let a bit of my bare butt show through. They were the deliberately ripped kind of jeans that girls buy at the store, but I had added the butt slit myself.

"Where to? I asked. 

"There's a little diner down Market Street, a pretty good one, if that's OK. It's in walking distance." For me, walking distance could be five miles, but Clay probably didn't know that. Still, neither of us had a car at college, so we were kind of restricted to the area. Even though Clay had asked me out, I grabbed my small purse, one which I could wear over my shoulder, and made sure that I had my own money with me. He hadn't said anything about Dutch treat, and it's convention that the person asking pays, but I still didn't know that much about him. I grabbed my insulated vest, but Clay stuck with just the muscle shirt. Yeah, he was definitely trying to impress me! I noticed that he was wearing some athletic shoes that were a good inch thick at the heel, and I had just worn some thin ballet flats, so that cut the height difference down just a shade.

Lunch at the diner was really good. It wasn't anything fancy, but the food was prepared wonderfully, and the prices were remarkably low for a college town. Clay and I started out with small talk, but he moved the conversation toward trying to find out more about me, and naturally I used that to find out more about him. He was majoring in computer science, and inwardly I thought that that was a short man's major. Then I realized just how much I had unfairly stereotyped him on that. Yeah, he was short, but he obviously worked out, and he had the guts to ask out a girl more than half a foot taller. He was smart, and good looking as well. I could tell that he was trying to figure out a way to extend the date, and ask me out again, so I decided to help him there: seeing that he worked out, I asked him if he wanted to hit the gym with me that afternoon. It was the right move, because his eyes lit up and he was very happy to say yes. He knew, now, that I ran to stay in shape, but didn't know that I used the gym as well, so I guess he was surprised. I told him that I was in ROTC, and that meant staying in shape. York doesn't have an ROTC program of its own, but ROTC students use the Dickenson College program; we get bused to Dickensen on Tuesday afternoons, and have a smaller meeting on Thursdays, which means more effort to keep in shape on our own. He asked about the Purple Heart tattoo on my shoulder, and seemed duly impressed that I had actually been in a combat firefight and wounded (slightly) in Afghanistan.

We had an extra cup of coffee after lunch, mostly just to keep talking together, but after dragging out lunch a bit, we eventually had to head back to York. We were about half way back, and I decided to hold hands with him on the walk back. I know that we looked like an odd couple, and attracted a couple of second looks, but Clay was smiling from ear-to-ear. Hand holding isn't exactly the most erotic thing a woman can do, but it can let a new guy know that you like him and are proud to be seen with him.

Still, I kind of wondered what I could do to top being naked in the bathroom with the seven guys from Clay's suite. He had loved that just as much as the rest of the guys, but I was being torn between the devil on one shoulder urging me to show off again, and the angel on the other saying that I shouldn't be a show-off slut with a possible new guy. At any rate, said that I wanted to let lunch settle for a bit before we hit the gym, and told Clay that I'd be over around 1700 to head to the gym with him, gave him a real quick kiss on the cheek, and headed into my suite. If he had tried to follow me in, I'd have let him, but it was probably better to split up for a few hours. Still, the thought of hanging out in my room and then just changing into my gym clothes in front of him like it was just nothing turned me on a bit. But, Annette was in our shared room; Butch was already gone.

"So, how was last night?" I had to ask her.

Annette went a little bit red, and giggled, "It was pretty nice. Butch was really attentive before we got back, a good date, and then when I told him that we had the room to ourselves all night, he was just majorly turned on. He liked the idea that I had just arranged it in advance."

"Yeah, but how was the sex?" I just had to ask.

"It was pretty good. He eats pussy really good, and took care of me that way first. Actual screwing, I didn't get off, but it was still nice, and I think it'll get better with time and practice." Annette started to blush over that part. That was a heck of an advance for Annette, because she would never have told me that much about her sex life six months ago. I think that I'm corrupting that girl!

"So, how about you? What was it like spending the night in Butch and Mark's room?" she asked me.

"I didn't sleep with Mark, if that's what you're asking. I did kind of show off and tease him a bit, or maybe a bit more than a bit. And then Clay asked me out for lunch, and I'm pretty sure that he's trying to be more than friends."

"That work for you? I mean, he's pretty short compared to you."

"Almost all the guys are shorter than me, and I've never dated anyone who was any taller than I am. But it doesn't seem to bother Clayton that I'm so much taller than he is."

"Maybe it's a challenge, like climbing Mt Everest." I threw a pillow at Annette for that one.

"At any rate, we're going to the gym together at five."

"The ugly Army PTs gym, or the hot sports bra and volleyball shorts gym?" Annette was smiling at that one.

"Oh, I'll do the dress up gym for him. But I've got to knock out some homework first."

Two dreadful hours of Fundamentals of Electric Circuits later, enough to kill any girl's libido, and I was ready to get out of my dorm room! I picked a grey sports bra and matching volleyball shorts to wear, which work well with my whitest white girl in town complexion, and my best workout shoes, which also happened to be grey, and I was out the door, heading across the hall to the guy's suite. As usual, the door wasn't locked, so I just went on in to pick up Clay. The other guys started razzing Clay about going to the gym with me, so naturally I took his hand when we walked out the door, just to puff up Clay's ego, and make his suite mates jealous.

The gym at York was only a five minute walk away from the dorm, but I held his hand the whole way, and it was obvious that he liked it. A couple of people did a double-take, watching a 5'7 guy walking hand-in-hand with a 6'2 girl, and I noticed Clay looking about as proud as he could walking with me. One thing is certain: he sure wasn't going to let me show him up in the gym. I bench pressed 135 lb, which is a lot for a woman, for five reps, but Clay took his turn, and did ten reps at 225 lb; that's pro athlete strong! He matched me sit-up for sit-up, something not that easy for a stocky guy like Clay. To pass my Army Physical Fitness Test, I have to do a minimum of 50 sit-ups in two minutes -- the same as the males -- but I can easily crunch out 70 in that time. At any rate, I pushed through a hundred, though that takes me more than two minutes, and Clay kept right up with me. Females in my age range only have to do 17 push-ups to pass, while the males have to do 40, but like a lot of women in the Army, I'm always determined to pass the male standards, and I've always been able to do it. Forty push ups in two minutes, after we had done the bench presses, was rough, but I hacked it out, and Clay topped my score. We did some lighter circuit training after that, and after that we were both worn out.

We were also really, really sweaty. The air was cool, and the breeze was drying us off as we walked back to the dorm, holding hands again -- I was really enjoying that, and so was Clay -- and I sort of wished that the walk was longer. It wasn't, and I said that I had to hit the shower.

Clay made his move then, asking "Shower at your place or mine?" 

Well, I couldn't pass up that one, especially after he (and the rest of his suite mates) had watched me shower this morning! "I'm showering at my place. You want to join me?"

It didn't take him a second to say yes to that, an the shower turned out to take a long, long time. The shower stalls are really only meant for one person, so it was kind of cramped, but it was a lot of fun. Clay had to reach to wash my hair, but it was no strain for me to wash his hair, and his body. His cock was rock hard and sticking out straight, and I might have helped him soap it up, because we just had to be completely clean, you know!

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I decided later, both Annette, my roommate, and Jim, who shared a room with Clay, were home, and we hadn't made any arrangements for them to bunk out or us to spend the night someplace else. I used a teasing move I had brushed off Mark with, licking my fingertips and then brushing the head of his cock with them, as we were drying off, telling Clay that I was really tempted to sleep with him tonight, but that was going to have to wait for another time.



Switching Dorm Rooms Ch. 03



Annette and I were sitting on our dorm room, getting ready to sack out for the night. My walking around naked in our room all the time, and naked trips down the hall to the bathroom, had been having an effect on her. When the school year started, Annette would never have shown herself naked, not to me, not to her long time friends, and I'm not even sure to a boyfriend, not that she had one at the beginning of the year. But now? She and I were both nude, sitting on our respective beds, just talking about stuff, when she asked me, "Dana, just when did you start to become such a show-off?"

"It's kind of a long story, but it started in high school."

"High school?"

"Yeah. I never had any boobs, and while my mom bought me the typical 'training bra,' I never liked it and never filled it out, and almost always left the training bras in the dresser drawer. Naturally, that meant I had to wear camis and thicker shirts, so I wouldn't show through. And besides, it was a Catholic high school; if I'd tried to show off there, the teachers and the nuns would have been right there to drag me out by my ear.

"I wore sweatshirts a lot, actually, when the weather was cool, but who's going to want to wear them when it gets warm out, so once I'd graduated my classmates and friends got an eyeful.

"Anyway, one day a few weeks after graduation a bunch of us girls were going out to the lake. There's an artificial sandy beach on the lake, because it's a community park, and it's just where everybody went during the summer. I was wearing a fairly skimpy bikini, and I was so skinny . . . "

"You're still skinny," Annette interjected.

"I was even skinnier then. I'm about 160 lb now, but I was about 130-135 then." (If that sounds like a lot to you, remember, I'm 6'2" tall.) "Anyway, it was a kind of pale purple, with a bandeau top, and Lisa, one of my friends said, 'Dana, you ought to go topless.'

"'I can't do that here, I'll get arrested.'

"'Oh, c'mon, we've all seen your itty bitty titties, the guys, too, so what's being a bit more open about it going to hurt?'

"Well, there was just no way I was going to do that. Heck, I was only eighteen! But the more Lisa egged me on, the more I wanted to do it. Then the other girls chimed in, needling me about it as well. They all had bigger boobs than I did, and Lisa had one heck of rack on her. She was the first girl to grow boobs, and by graduation, she was a full D, but by 21 she was every bit of a size 16, if not more. The girl went way downhill after graduation.

"Anyway, Lisa made the ultimate challenge: 'If you'll go first, I will, too.'

"'Really? You will, huh? I bet you wouldn't.'

"Then Lisa offered me the rules: 'If you go topless, and I mean sitting up or laying on your back, not topless laying on your stomach, and make it for ten minutes without getting busted, I'll take off my top as well.'

"Oh, man, you know how I am with a dare or a challenge. Heck, it was your boyfriend's challenge that got me to go to the Phi Sigma party naked."

Annette grinned from ear-to-ear on that one. Butch's challenge led to me challenging him, that if I did it, he had to strip naked, too. By the time the party was started, a series of increasing challenges wound up with everyone at the party being naked, including Annette.

"You didn't have to do that, you know. You were the one who accepted Butch's challenge; nobody made you do it!"

"Yeah, nobody made me, but you were all whooping and hollering when Butch was challenging me, weren't you? And you liked it even more when I turned the tables on him."

"Still . . . " Annette protested.

"And you liked it, didn't you? You looked like you were dreading it when you thought Butch was going to challenge you next at the party, and relieved when he picked that girl who looked like Bernadette. But by the time that big guy picked you as next to strip, you looked like you were having a lot of fun."

"Yeah, well I had some fermented courage in me by then. But keep on with the story; did you take off your top there?"

"OK, well what I did was to lay on my stomach, and undo my bandeau. I laid out like it was just a regular girl trying to avoid tan lines - not that I tan anyway - but than I propped up a bit on my elbows to talk. The girls could see what I was doing, kind of working my way up to it. Once I did that, what passed for my boobs were clear off the beach towel, and anyone looking from the side could have seen my nips. I was looking around, to see if it was causing any real commotion, but no one who noticed said anything or stared at me. I guess that there were some people, guys anyway, trying to sneak a peek, but they were trying not to be blatant about it. Anyway, after about five minutes, I said to Lisa, 'OK, if I roll over like this, in ten minutes you're going to strip off and join me, right?'

"'A deal is a deal,' she said.

"'OK, check your watch,' and I rolled over.

"Annette, wow, it was such a rush!" I could replay every second of that day in my mind, and did, a lot.

"Anyway, Lisa just sat there, looking at me for a few minutes. I don't think she believed I'd do it. And, other than close by, I really didn't get too much notice. After all, I'm the whitest white girl in town, and that might have made things a bit less obvious from a distance. My nips weren't quite as pink as they are now, either. So, with all the girls watching, I reached for the sunscreen and rubbed some into my bare tits. Their eyes just got bigger.

"After five minutes or so, Lisa realized that it was getting close to time for her to make good on her end of the bargain, so she arranged her towels, rolled onto her stomach, and undid her top. She was laying down, so you couldn't see her boobs yet, but after a couple of minutes, she raised up onto her elbows, which let them swing free. She was looking around, trying to see if trouble was coming, and when I said, 'Time!' she went ahead and rolled over onto her back.

"Like I said, my itty bitties didn't get that much attention, but Lisa's monster rack sure did! All of a sudden there were guys sprouting out of the ground like gophers. Lisa had a good tan already, and when she took off her top, she had milky white tits with dark brown nips on them, and I think the guys could see them from the other side of the lake.

"Of course, all of that extra attention drew the attention of the park rangers. 'You girls need to roll over on your stomachs,' the ranger told us, and the rangers kept an eye over at our beach blanket to make sure that we weren't flashing again. Lisa covered up, but I stayed topless, laying on my stomach, but I was still propped up on my elbows. I got a lot of attention from the guys for that, but the real thing was that I was just plain hooked on showing off. I was so hot and wet I couldn't stand myself, and if the guys hadn't been so darned I've-never-seen-a-girl-before clumsy, I'd have probably lost my virginity that day."

Annette giggled at that one. "Yeah, some of them really are. Even now Butch seems a bit clueless. He's gotten to sleep with me already, and I know I'm not the first girl he's been with, but sometimes he still seems like, am I really doing this."

I answered, "I know. I haven't figured out Clay yet, and we're so close to the end of the semester that I don't know if I will.."

"OK, sure, but is there more to your story?" Annette was really into hearing about this!

"Just a little more that day. The park rangers were watching us too closely for me to do any more major showing off, but one of he guys, a high school buddy named Brandon, took the initiative to 'renew' the sunscreen on my back. Hey, I'm sure I needed it, and he got as much of a charge from rubbing sunscreen into my back as I did. Probably more really, because back then I was still hung up on the idea that a guy had to be at least as tall as his girlfriend, and in high school, that didn't leave a whole lot of guys I saw as eligible. Brandon was cute, but he was another shorter guy, so while I let him sunscreen my back - and of course he tried to move as far down my side to my boobs as he could - that was as far as I'd let him go. 

"When it was time to leave, I grabbed my bandeau, sat up, but put it on before the park rangers could say anything. When I got home, I jumped in the shower to wash off all of that sunscreen, but I was so hot and horny that I had to get myself off, right then. My mom was home, so I couldn't make any noise, which was a bit frustrating, but I got myself off again that night."

"So, that's how you got started as an exhibitionist?"

"Exhibitionist? Show-off sounds just so much better." I had to grin at that one. "But anyway, there's more."

"More?"



Switching Dorm Rooms Ch. 04



Annette and I had been sitting in our dorm room, both of us naked, when she asked me how I became such a show-off. I had told her about the first time I went topless, on the community beach at the lake near the small town where I grew up, and then told her that there was more.

"More?" she asked.

"Yeah. I had gotten so turned on by going topless that I just had to try it again, but there was no way that the park rangers were going to let me get away with it at the lake. Heck, they had told Lisa and me to 'roll over' onto our tummies and not show off our tits, and that was a very nice way of not arresting us.

"So, after I got home - and gotten myself off in the shower! - I started searching the internet, trying to find a topless beach in Jersey. It showed that there was a completely nude beach in Sandy Hook, all the way to the north end of the state, and I've been there a lot, but the first thing I found was a story which noted that a few women were getting away with going topless on the beach in Atlantic City and Margate. The story was more about the popularity of thong bottoms, and said that a fair amount of girls were wearing them on those beaches now, but a few more were going topless.

"Well, the thongs interested me, but it was the excitement of going topless that was getting me going.

"So, anyway, I called Lisa, and told her about this, and asked her if she'd go with me on Saturday. She was hesitant, but I kept pleading, finally pointing out that she didn't have to go topless if she was too uncomfortable. Finally, she agreed."

"You really can be pushy," Annette said.

"I know, I'm a real bitch, aren't I?"

"No, not a bitch, just . . . pushy!" We both had to laugh at that!

"I should probably have had more sense about this, because I was scheduled to report for Basic right after Labor Day, and getting busted could have fouled up my plans. But anyway, Saturday came, and I was going to dress hot for the day. I put on my purple bikini - it was the only one I had - and some cut-off jeans shorts and had cut off this grey tank top so that it stopped about four inches below my boobs. I borrowed my mom's car for the day, telling her that we were going to the beach in Jersey, so she knew I'd have it all day. I headed over to Lisa's and picked her up, and then she said that Stacey, one of our friends from high school, who'd been with us when we went topless before, wanted to go.

"'Is she going to go topless?' I asked.

"'I don't know, but she knows that you are planning on it. Heck, I'm still not sure that I'll do it! But I guess that we'll see.'

"So, we headed over to Stacey's house, and she was ready to go. Once we were back in the car, I said, 'This has to go!' and pulled my bandeau top off, out from under my tank. Lisa and Stacy cheered, saying that I must be really ready to show off. And I suppose I was, because while I was even flatter-chested than I am now, my nips were pretty noticeable under my shirt. It wasn't see-through, but my puffies were well outlined."

"Well, of course they were," Annette chimed in, "just like the guys here like looking at your chest!"

I just smiled at that one.

"It took a couple of hours for us to get to Atlantic City, but I actually found a parking space on Atlantic Avenue, which is just a couple of blocks away from the beach. Fortunately, mom's car has keypad entry, so I was able to hide my keys in the car. We had our beach blankets and sunscreen and stuff, and headed right down, and found a good spot not too far from the pier. Once we got settled down, I didn't waste another second, and pulled my tank top off. Again, it was a real rush. Of course, I had to lather myself down with SPF-50, or I'd have turned into a lobster.

"Lisa and Stacey looked at me all stunned. Sure, they had expected me to go topless, but they really weren't ready for me to go about it so blatantly. We all sat down on the beach blankets and chatted away, but mostly ignored the guys who somehow found reasons to walk past us. After about twenty minutes, Stacey said 'What the heck,' and pulled off her bikini top. She doesn't have as big a chest as Lisa, but it's certainly bigger than mine. That got us more attention, but we still kept ignoring the guys who wanted to chat us up.

'After almost an hour, we decided to go check out the shops on the Boardwalk. For that, Stacey and I had to put our tops back on, which was kind of a bummer, but I didn't think that I'd get away with being topless on the Boardwalk. Despite the stories I had read on the internet, I never saw another woman going topless while we were there.

"Anyway, there was this one bikini shop we went into, and I saw this really pretty, really tiny thong bottom. There were several girls I had seen wearing thongs on the beach, so I knew it wouldn't be a problem. It was a shiny, satiny-looking green, a T-back, not a G-string, and it was my size. Thing is, not only didn't the back cover much, neither did the front. It had a lower rise than my regular bikini bottom, and I could tell that if I wore it about an inch of my pubes would show over the top. I just had to buy it, and I put it on right there, to wear outside.

"Lisa and Stacey were just plain stunned. I had on this tiny green thong, with my bright red pubes sticking out the top. Talk about the looks I got!

"We wound up staying at the beach for four hours, and other than a couple of walks on the Boardwalk for shopping and some hot dogs, I was topless the whole time, and showing butt and pubes for most of it. Lisa finally wound up topless, too. There are probably a million pictures of us on the internet now."

"Oh, yeah, I'll bet," Annette said. "Did you ever see any of them?"

"Nope, never did."

"So, how much did you show off the rest of that summer?"

"Not as much as I'd have liked. I kept looking for more on the internet, and got directions to Sandy Hook; there's a completely nude section on the Gateway National Seashore, called Gunnison Beach, and I made it up there a few times. I loved it, but honestly, it was sometimes more of a thrill to be showing off in places where you're not supposed to be naked. At Gunnison, almost everyone was naked. Still, I went to Gunnison alone, and I did get some attention as a naked 18-year-old female, all by herself; it seemed like there was always some guy willing to help sunscreen my back for me. But all of the guys I found interesting were there with girls, and all of the guys not there with girls were either fat, hairy and ugly, or gay."

All of a sudden, there was a knock on our door. "Who is it?" Annette asked.

"It's Butch; are you ladies decent?"

Annette looked at me, since I was sitting naked in my bed - she was naked, too, on her bunk - and I gave her a thumbs up. So she answered, "Sure, come on in."

Butch opened the door, walked in, and I think that his jaw dropped all the way to his knees. "Uhhh," he stammered, "I guess that I could come back another time."

"Oh, no you don't," Annette said, as she stood up, walked over to Butch, put her arms around his neck and planted a long, wet kiss on him.



Switching Dorm Rooms Ch. 05



To say that Butch was stunned to walk into our dorm and find his girlfriend and her roommate naked would be an understatement. Of course, we were just talking, not hanky-pankying, but who knows how a guy's imagination will work.

At any rate, I got up and grabbed my short pink robe, and said, "I'll leave you two guys alone." I picked up my suite key and headed across the hall to the guy's suite. It was already a bit late, so their door was locked, and I knocked. Jim, who was Clay's roommate - our dorms are eight-person suite, with two people to a bedroom - answered the door and I asked, "Is Clayton in?"

They guys had all seen me naked before, so my robe was actually a bit modest for them, but Jim was still stammering a bit, "Uhhh, yeah, yeah, he's in our room, I think he's studying."

"Good! Why don't you go chat up Jamie for a while?" Then I headed down the hall and walked into Jim and Clay's dorm room, and no, I didn't knock; the door was open, but I wouldn't have knocked anyway. Clay looked up at me, definitely surprised, as I shut the door behind myself, and threw my robe onto one of the beds. (I hadn't been in that room before, and I didn't know which bed was Jim's and which was Clay's.) He stood up from his (rather messy) desk, where he had three books open and his laptop on,just in time for me to put my arms around his neck and draw him into a long kiss. Since I'm a lot taller than Clay, he found it a bit awkward, something he wasn't used to - Annette would have said something to which he was not used - but he sure didn't seem to mind. 

I quickly figured out which bed was Clay's and then pushed him down on it, taking complete charge. Since Clay had already shown me that he could be a take-charge guy, I wasn't worried that he was a wimp or anything like that, and take-charge men love it when a woman turns the tables on them; they can appreciate it without their masculinity somehow being threatened. I reached down and pulled his shirt off of him - he was short, but he was also built, and spent plenty of time in the gym - and then started to unbutton his jeans. He raised up his hips so that I could pull them off of him, and I pulled down both his jeans and his tighty-whiteys at the same time. What he had hidden in there was pretty impressive, not overly long, but nicely thick, and getting hard without help.

I was already plenty wet, from telling Annette about my showing-off days after high school, and for the flash that Butch had gotten, wet and just plain horny. He was back sitting on the edge of his bunk when I stood over his lap and set myself right down on his cock. There were no preliminaries, there was no seduction, just plain get-it-in and get going.

Let's be honest here: Clay wasn't fucking me, I was fucking him. I had him in a bit of an awkward position, laying flat on his bunk but with his knees bent and feet on the floor, but that probably helped him not cum too fast. I put both of my hands on his chest and started riding him, easy for a few strokes until we were in tune with each other, and then hard and fast. There as nothing romantic about this, nothing gentle, but just me slamming down hard on his cock. I was so horny, not only from telling the stories to Annette, but from walking in here and just plain having my way with Clay, that it wasn't taking me long; I knew that I'd be coming in just a minute, and I wanted Clay - and maybe the guys listening outside his room - to know. I started yelling, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" as I slammed down on him, and then I just plain screamed as a huge orgasm went off inside my belly.

That was all it took for Clay! He arched his back a bit, raising his butt off the edge of the bed, trying to get deeper in me as I was slamming down on him, and a few seconds later he was grunting and his body getting all tensed up as he emptied his balls inside of me. We then heard cheers coming from outside the room. I knew that the other guys had been listening!

At that point, I took the pressure off my arms, and leaned down to kiss him. "Did you have fun?" I asked, with a bit of a giggle in it.

"Holy shit, Dana, what brought that on?"

"What, you didn't like it? You don't think I raped you, do you?"

"No, no, heck, I loved it! But I sure never expected this to happen like this."

"Hey, sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do!"



Switching Dorm Rooms Ch. 06



I was awakened when Jim came into our dorm room and said, "Hey, wake up, man, Dana's showering in our bathroom." I was still a bit groggy; Dana, the tall girl from across the hall? Holy shit, it was time to check this out. I grabbed my bath stuff and headed over, remembering now that she'd had to crash in Butch's bunk while Butch was sleeping over with Annette, his girlfriend, who was Dana's roommate. A few steps more, and I was into our suite's bathroom -- the dorms here have eight-man suites, with four shared dorm bedrooms and one shared bathroom -- and there she was, in the shower, with the shower curtain left (deliberately?) half open. She knew it, because she was talking to the guys standing outside. I had heard that she led some sort of naked party at the Phi Sigma house a few weeks ago, but I'm not a frat member, so I wasn't there. The guys had been teasing Dana last night before we hit the sack, with Jim saying to her, "We all know that you walk around your own suite naked, and we want you to feel right at home here, so you don't need to change a thing. And I saw you walk back to your room from the shower a few weeks ago, so I know that's true." I hadn't been too big a part of the teasing, but I was there.

When she was done with her shower, it was like a goddess stepping out, like Botticelli's The Birth of Venus, but without the long hair covering her lady parts. Dana was magnificently tall, 6'1 or 6'2, maybe even 6'3, I wasn't sure, with a gleaming alabaster body, obviously toned by a lot of exercise. She was a redhead, and obviously a real redhead, as a lush bush of fiery red below matched her thick hair above. A lone tattoo on her shoulder marred her appearance. I hadn't paid all that much attention to Dana before, because she is so obviously out of my league, but here she was, showing off for everybody. Dana didn't cover up after getting out of the shower, but went to one of the sinks and started brushing out and blow-drying her hair, like the seven guys crowding around her were nothing. Then Justin took his turn in the shower, reducing the crowd around Dana a bit. I started to brush my teeth at another sink, not only because I had morning mung mouth, but because I figured that the angle would improve my view of this gorgeous girl. Yeah, she was way out of my league. I finally focused in on that shoulder tattoo: it was a picture of a purple heart medal, which seemed strange on a girl. 

When Justin, and then Jim, finished in the shower, I took my turn. I don't know why I did it, because I would never have imagined myself doing so, but I pulled off my boxers -- that's what I had worn to bed -- in front of everybody and walked into the shower stall. There's enough of an anteroom to the stall itself for people to hang up their clothes and towels without getting wet that I didn't have to do that, and never had before, but I did so today. Still, I couldn't tell if Dana had really noticed me with six other guys, half of them naked, and all of them taller than me, trying to chat her up. I did hear Mark say to her, "You know, you are killing us here."

"Hey, isn't this what you asked me to do? You guys said that you wanted me to walk around naked," she replied. I left the shower curtain open myself, but Dana finished her hair and walked out of the bathroom before I was done. Darn!

By the time I was done, and had gotten back to my room and gotten dressed for the day, she was gone. It was Sunday, so I didn't have any classes, though I did have a lot of studying to do; exams were just a week away! I wish that I could say I was a brain, and could just breeze through my exams without a lot of work, but that isn't me. I wound up at my desk, looking through my notebooks, but I just couldn't concentrate. I had a package of Brown Sugar-Cinnamon Pop-Tarts om my desk, such being my great breakfast, but the words in my notebooks were just a blur. When Jim came back in, I had to ask him to tell me more about Dana.

"What's she really like? And what's with that Purple Heart tat on her shoulder?"

"What, you didn't know? She's a vet, man, and she got wounded in Afghanistan."

"I didn't think that girls were allowed in combat."

"Supposedly, they're not, at least women aren't assigned to combat positions, but things get pretty messed up over there, I gather, and she was in a firefight with the Taliban. I don't think it was a serious wound, a bullet in her shoulder or going through it or something like that, but still, she's tough. The chick is just plain awesome. Why? You interested?"

"Any guy who sees her would be interested; she could make a gay guy go straight! Is she seeing anyone?"

"She had been dating Larry, our frat president, but that didn't last long. I'm not sure why they broke up."

Then I asked the question I had to ask: "I don't know this Larry; is he as tall as she is?" I tell everyone who asks that I'm 5'7, but 5'6½ is more accurate.

"Well, he's taller than you are, about my height, but still a lot shorter than Dana. Hey, she doesn't have a boyfriend right now, and didn't seem to date a lot before she hooked up with Larry, so you might as well go for it. The worst thing that can happen is that she says no."

"No, the worst thing that can happen is that she laughs in my face and calls me a munchkin."

"She doesn't seem the type to do that. Oh, she might say no, 'cause she's an EE major and has a bunch of studying to do before finals, and she might not be interested in you, but she's not the type to deliberately humiliate you."

"Is she a brain?"

"She's smart, no doubt about that. She speaks a couple of Afghan languages, and Mark said something about her knowing Latin as well. She's smart enough that I would have expected her to have a bunch of scholarships, and maybe she had a couple, but she's here on either the GI Bill or an ROTC scholarship."

"OK, so she's not from some rich family then?"

"I don't think so, but I don't really know. Look, if you want to ask her out, then ask her out! Yeah, you're a lot shorter, but you're also the most muscular guy here, so that might impress her. You go to the gym a lot, and she obviously works out, so you've got that in common. I don't know if she goes to the gym, but she does run. C'mon, man, ask her out."

"I guess I could ask her out for lunch; that's not too serious, and might be less likely to get a rejection."

"Dude, you're overthinking this. Ask her out, and she'll either say yes or say no. You might as well get to it, before someone else beats you to it. Besides, the longer you wait, the closer exams get, and you don't want to be worrying about Dana with exams coming up."

"OK, I'll ask her out for lunch, but not at the campus cafeteria. Too many potential 'friends' might join us."

"So, get to it!"

"It's only 8:30; I'll wait until around 11 to ask her, try to make it look more spontaneous."

"Whatever, man, just don't chicken out."

With that, I resolved it to myself: I'd go over to the girls' suite a 11 AM sharp, and ask her out. With that, I was able to concentrate a bit more on calculus. God, I hate calculus!

Time dragged on and on. I had set a specific target, that I'd go to her suite at 11, and not a minute either before or after, and Jim was probably right that I was overthinking this, but if I don't set goals like that, nothing ever gets done. I tried studying, I checked out the Weather Channel to make sure it wasn't supposed to rain, and I tried to figure out a great opening line. Somehow, I couldn't come up with anything better than, "Dana, would you like to go out for lunch with me?"

Thoughts of old girlfriends kept coming to mind. I didn't have a lot of dates in high school, because most of the girls wanted to date tall guys. I played football, partially because the girls liked the football players, but I wasn't a fast or quick runner, and got stuck in the unglamorous position of guard. I was short and strong, which really helped, because I was able to get underneath position on taller guys, which gave me good leverage, and it got me started working out, and by my senior year I was pretty good, but because of my height, I didn't receive any football scholarship offers. Being good and a starter helped some with the girls, but all of the girls I asked out were the really short ones, and I struck out with a couple of them as well. Why is it that five foot girls all want six foot guys?

I had a couple of dates with Sharon, but they never went anywhere; she just wasn't going to get serious. I had better luck with Pam, which led to some hot make-out sessions, and we lost our virginity together after the senior prom. We screwed like rabbits for a couple of months after that, but I didn't think it was really going to last, and I wound up getting dumped in last July. Here at York, I had real problems getting up the nerve to ask out girls: the ones I thought were cute always seemed like they were out of my league, and the ones who didn't seem out of my league didn't really interest me that much. I did ask out one kind of cute girl, but it never really went anywhere: neither one of us had a car, so we were stuck with 'on campus' dating, which isn't very exciting. I did discover one really good diner down on Market Street with her, and that's where I figured I'd take Dana.

It was 10:45, so I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and gargle some mouthwash before I headed over to Dana's suite. I picked out a tank which showed off my pecs and my arms, thinking that I'd need some advantage asking out an Amazon goddess like Dana. I checked the time on my cell phone, and knocked on her suite at 11:00 on the nose.

"It's open," came the voice of one of the girls in the suite, so I went in. It wasn't Dana who had answered, but she was in the common room, in front of the television.

"Hey, Dana, would you like to go out for lunch?" I managed to get it out without stumbling over the words or stammering. I was going to be strong and forceful. Too bad there were four other girls listening to this. [Gulp!]

"Sure, I'd love to. Where to?" Oh my God, she said yes! I was in Heaven!

"There's a little diner down Market Street, a pretty good one, if that's OK. It's in walking distance."

"OK, let me grab my shoes and purse." She got up and went to her room for a second, and I quickly patted my back pocket, to make sure that I hadn't forgotten my wallet! The other four girls were grinning at me, giving me a thumbs up, and Megan added, "Way to go, stud."

Dana came out with an insulated vest on, but I wasn't cold at all, despite it being only about 55º F outside, so I just stuck with my muscle shirt. We walked down Market Street to this wonderful diner, and chatted about nothing. We talked a little bit about each other, what we did and what we had planned. I was really impressed by her service in Afghanistan, but was worried that she was even more out of my league than I had thought. She was just so darned impressive, had done so much, and was just so drop dead gorgeous that I was just plain a bit intimidated. Still, she seemed very down to earth, and was a lot more approachable in person than anyone would ever guess by looking at her. Then, she up and surprised me: I was trying to figure out a way to spend more time with her than just a lunch date when she suggested that we hit the gym together this evening. Hey, I was all for that! It didn't hurt my feelings at all that I'd get a chance to impress her with what I could lift.

We dragged out lunch as long as we could get away with it -- hey, a diner does have to keep customers moving through -- and I took the tab before Dana could even think about splitting it. I had asked her, not the other way around, so it was my obligation to pay. I didn't want to look cheap, but I also didn't want to look showy, so I left a tip right at 20%. Besides, 20% is easier to figure out in my head than 15%!

We didn't walk back to campus too fast, which gave us more time to chat. I thought that the date was going pretty well, and then Dana took my hand to hold while we were walking back. Man, I was on cloud nine with that, and it sure didn't hurt my ego that people could see this absolutely stunning girl walking with me. I had been doing my best to be in charge and assertive, and it seemed like Dana liked that. She was giving me the confidence to keep going.

As we got back to the dorm, Dana told me that she had a couple of hours of homework to get done, and that she wanted to let lunch settle before we hit the gym, which made a lot of sense, so we agreed to meet at 5:00 PM to head over. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, which she initiated and I wasn't expecting, before she turned into her suite. It was kind of weird, having her bend down to kiss me.

Jim was the only one who knew I was going to ask Dana out, and he didn't say anything, so none of the guys razzed me about going out with her. I headed back to my room to get in some more studying, but my head was no more into it than it was this morning. At 4:30 I got on my gym clothes, to make sure I was ready when she arrived. Sure enough, right at 5:00, she walked right in -- the suite door was usually unlocked during the day -- and got me. The guys started razzing me about going to the gym with Dana, but then she took my hand, and all of a sudden the guys shut up. It was a rush walking across campus with Dana holding my hand; we looked like the odd couple, holding hands, with her being so much taller than me.

Well, once we got to the gym, I was in my environment,and I was going to do my damnedest to impress this girl. After some warm-ups, she went straight to the bench press. After a couple of sets with lighter weights, Dana put on 135 lb, which is really huge for a girl, and did five reps with me spotting her. This chick was strong! But this was where I knew I could impress her: after some lighter sets, I put on my max of 225 lb. The most I've ever managed at 225 has been eight reps, but I was determined, and got in ten reps today.

After some light cool down exercises, Dana wanted to do her Army physical fitness test reps, which consisted of sit-ups and push ups. She knocked out 100 sit-ups, and I stayed right with her. Those hurt, but I sure as heck wouldn't let her beat me at those. Then she went to push-ups, and I mean real push-ups, not the from-your-knees push-ups that girls do. She did forty of them, which she said was the Army PFT standard -- later I found out that that was the standard for men -- and I just had to top her score, and did 55 push-ups, this after I had killed myself on the bench press. We then did some light circuit work, more as a cool down than anything else, but I was done, totally beat by that point. Still, when we got back to the dorm and she said she needed a shower, I responded, "Your place or mine?"

I didn't really expect that one to work, but she said her place, asked if I wanted to join her and I was quick to agree. Oh, my God, I loved it, while we played with each other a bit, it didn't lead to actual sex. I wanted to, and I think that she wanted to as well, but held me off and said it'll happen, but not tonight. Well, I was so worked up that maybe she wasn't going to have sex tonight, but I sure was!

Of course, while I wanted to take care of my blue balls right away, I didn't get to: the guys were on me asking for details. Honestly, it was like having a suite full of girls rather than guys! I told them that not much had happened, but it was obvious that I had just gotten out of the shower, and denying that I had been in the shower with Dana, when they had already figured it out -- and could ask the girls across the hall anyway -- was useless. We'd basically given each other a shower, and she had soaped up my cock very thoroughly, but there was no actual sex, oral or vaginal. Trouble was that the guys wouldn't leave me alone long enough to take care of the horns Dana had left me with.

I grabbed some bologna and mustard out of the minifridge and made myself a couple of sandwiches, since I hadn't had anything since lunch, and tried studying again, which worked just as well as it had the rest of the day. Finally, I crashed for the night. Luckily, I woke up earlier than anyone else, and was able to take care of my horniness in the shower before any of the other guys got in there. It felt as good as ever, especially imagining Dana in there with me, but it was still a big letdown from what I had hoped would happen.

That Monday kind of sucked; I had hoped I'd run into Dana on the way to the cafeteria, but missed her, and then started beating myself up for not just going over to her suite and asking her to have breakfast with me. Of course, the college cafeteria isn't much of a date. I had an 8:00 AM class, so I couldn't hang around to wait for her. I had hoped to see Dana during the day -- she's easy to spot from a distance -- but never saw her. 

And classes were brutal: even though we had finals next week, homework got piled on, and I couldn't even think about going over to the girls' suite to try and find Dana for dinner. I had grabbed a few wrapped sandwiches from the cafeteria, and headed back to my dorm to slog through the work. It was already 8:30, and I was still at my desk, with too many books open and too many papers scattered around, when she just walked in the room.

Holy shit, no preliminaries, no foreplay, nothing! She shut the door behind her and threw this pink satin shortie robe on my bed and grabbed me for a deep kiss. She pushed me down to sit on the edge of the bed, reached down and pulled off my t-shirt, and then started to unbutton my jeans. I raised up my hips a bit, and she pulled off my pants and underwear with one motion. I was thinking that, oh boy, I'll bet she gives great head, but that never happened: I was still kind of sitting on the edge of the bed, with my cock standing straight up, when she just got over the top of me and sat right down on my cock, guiding it straight into her pussy. She was already soaking wet, and started riding me hard. She pushed me back down into a kind of awkward position, laying across my bed, but with my feet still on the floor. I wasn't fucking her; she was fucking me, and there wasn't anything I could have done about it. Dana had her hands down on my chest, kind of digging her fingernails in slightly, and after only a few slow strokes was slamming down on me hard.

It was a good thing I had taken care of myself this morning, because even in that awkward position I could feel myself getting really close for a huge orgasm. I wanted to hold off, but wasn't sure that I could for very long. Fortunately, I really didn't have to: she was horned up big time, and in almost no time was screaming "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" A few seconds later she was screaming something wordlessly, and came in a huge, body slamming orgasm.

That was all it took for me: I arched my cock into her as deep and ad hard as I could, and filled her sopping wet pussy with my cum. Then I heard the cheers from the guys standing outside the door. At least Dana hadn't left it open!

Then she asked me, with kind of a girly giggle I hadn't expected from her, "Did you have fun?"

"Holy shit, Dana, what brought that on?"

"What, you didn't like it? You don't think I raped you, do you?"

"No, no, heck, I loved it! But I sure never expected this to happen like this."

"Hey, sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do!"