1 comments/ 22712 views/ 8 favorites College Fantasies Ch. 01 By: LizzieSux Sometimes, when I'm in an elevator with someone I imagine what it would be like to have sex with them. I don't discriminate: boys, girls, white, black, indian, I don't care. I just really want to know what it would be like to have their naked bodies pressed up against mine. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm still a virgin. Are virgins more likely to be exponentially more horny than everyone else? Take this for instance, I'm in the elevator in my dorm, just having gotten out of my lit class and standing right next to me is a beautiful blonde girl. Her hair looks so soft and feathery. Her skin is flawless and her lips are covered with a bright red stain. Her body is lean, not in a muscular way, but in the way of someone who has never had to work out to keep herself thin. She's on her phone, texting someone so she doesn't notice me staring at her. I imagine what would happen if the elevator suddenly stopped. It's a favorite game of mine. I close my eyes and begin to picture it. The elevator lurches, and we both have to take a step forward to stabilize ourselves. A quiet sense of panic begins to flow through me. "What the fuck?" she says, looking frantically at me. "Uhm, I don't know." I mutter, nervous, "press the Call button?" She does and someone from security calls, we tell them that the elevator is stuck and they tell us they'll be there as soon as possible, but that it will probably take an hour at least to get us out of there. "Dammit." she curses. "This would happen to me," I mutter as the guy hangs up. She laughs. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing." We begin to talk about class, her name's Whitney, I tell her my name's Lizzie. She's a Music major. she wants to be a singer. "What about you?" she asks, we had long since taken to sitting on the floor. "I think I want to be a teacher. I love working with kids." She smiles at me. "If I don't make it as a singer, I'd like to be a music teacher, you know kids can be really adorable." Whitney talks to me about what it's like to be a singer and how rigorous the training is, as she does this she begins to take off her sweater, her top is a see through lace shirt, and her bright red bra is very visible underneath it. The swells of her breasts are substantial, if I were to guess, I would say they were a 38C, like mine. I mirror her action and remove my own sweater, showing off my plain, blue v-neck. Her eyes sparkle for a moment and she begins to remove her shoes and then her socks, I follow suit, not breaking eye contact. I can feel a warmth in my stomach when suddenly, someone begins to talk out of the intercom. "Hello, ladies, sorry about the wait, but it looks like we'll have to shut off the main generators, the main lights and the camera will shut off, but the elevator will stay in place, and there's some back-up lights, so you won't be alone in the dark. This should take another hour or so." The man didn't even wait for a reply before hanging up. "An hour? Well what to do?" Whitney looks at me again. "Oh I don't know..." I answer coyly. I want her to tell me what she wants to do, I want her to want to fuck me. "Maybe I can come up with a few... ideas." Her eyes flicker towards the camera, "Maybe when we don't have an audience....' Part of me doesn't care, I want there to be an audience, I want there to be footage of this girl and I having sex, I want to be able to bribe the security man into giving me a copy of this tape so that I can watch it afterwards by myself and so that I can make myself come as I do. But I don't tell her that, I don't know if she'd like that. And I really, really want to fuck her. So I don't say anything. The lights turned off, and like the man on the intercom said, a pair of dimmer lights went on soon after. "So what did you have in mind?" I ask, moving closer to her. Wanting her to touch me, to kiss me, to lick me until I came. Whitney seemed to read my mind as she began kissing me, slowly at first, it was marvelous, her lips were soft and she tasted like mint. Eventually, I couldn't control myself and began to kiss her harder, to stick my tongue in her mouth and make her moan. Her right hand left my hair and cupped my breast, rubbing my nipple through my shirt. I moved closer to her, until I was on her lap and began to grind my hips on her legs, moaning all the while. I pulled back from her sweet mouth, "Tell me Whitney, have you ever fucked a girl on an elevator?" She grinned and began pulling off my shirt, then my bra. Whitney sucked on my nipples, making me feel oh so good until I pulled her face back up to mine, "I can't let you have all the fun." And I remove her lace shirt and her sexy red bra and I begin to suck her nipples, feeling my panties grow warm and damp as I did. Whitney's moans are soft and light and her breasts are white, perfectly white and I am tempted to nibble on them. So I bite down softly on them, she winces but she doesn't stop me to I do it some more until her moans become louder and she cries out for more. "Don't worry, there will be more." I move away from her and she looks up at me, wondering what more I could do, "Take off your pants, I want to see you naked." I order and she quickly listens, standing up to remove her jeans as I take my own jeans off. She's wearing a pair of boy shorts and I would have liked to admire her mostly naked white body some more, but I really wanted to see her naked, She slides her panties slowly down as if she knows what I'm thinking and I see that she keeps a well trimmed pussy. My own is shaved, but I like the way her blonde pubic hair looks against her creamy white skin and I pull her to my naked body and into a heady kiss. We sink to the floor and we place our pussies against each other. She's just as hot and wet as I am and we begin to grind. Slowly, so slowly at first, but neither of us can take it so we begin grinding faster and faster moaning. I reach my hand down to her glistening pussy and touch her I look for her clit and I begin to rub it. Her breathy moans grow greater. "Yes! Yes! There, please, oh, god!" She cries out. "Do you want to come Whitney?" I ask her, my nipples so hard and my pussy so wet from watching her beautiful face contort with ecstasy. "Yes!" she cries out. "Yes please!" I smile and I pull back from her body, she looks confused until I begin to move my face to her pussy. "I want to taste you Whitney, I want to taste you as you come." Tentatively I press my tongue against her lips. They too are sweet, but they have altogether a different taste. Using my fingers, I pull her lips apart and I lick her up and down, her moans start up again. "You taste really good Whitney, really good." I find her clit with my tongue and begin to play with it. I wait until her moans are at their loudest and then I place my fingers within her, slowly pumping as I continue to lick her clit. Her face as she orgasms looks exactly as I would think it would, soft, slightly contorted, but very,very sexy. When she recovers she kisses me, tasting herself on my lips. She pushes me down onto my back and she kisses my body. Starting with my lips, she covers them in light and feathery kisses. Then she moves down to my nipples, here she spends more time, kissing, licking, and nibbling. Then she slowly makes her way to my pussy. "Shaved? Hmm, how considerate." She says before running her tongue over my mound, she pulls my legs apart and she kisses my lips, making my legs twitch. Whitney then slowly pulls them apart, so teasingly, so carefully, and she begins to eat me out. Her tongue goes into my pussy and she fucks me with it, making me cry out, she kisses and sucks my clit and just as I think I'm about to orgasm she stops. DING I'm suddenly brought back into reality and I see "Whitney" get off the elevator without a second glance. My panties are wet and it takes me a minute to realize that it was all a fantasy. College Fantasies Ch. 02 I'm more partial to fantasizing about girls. They're softer, they're sexy, and I bet they taste so sweet. But every now and then I get to thinking about having sex with a certain guy. Specifically, Davis, from my writing class. He's tall, has light brown hair and green eyes. His bone structure is fantastic, he kind of looks like Douglas Booth. And his voice, ohhh, it gives me shivers anytime I hear him talk. It's a nice deep, lazy voice, and I wonder a lot what he would sound like as he came. Today, after class, I was feeling a bit hornier than usual. And as I walked back to my dorm room, I got a text from my roommate. Liz, family emergency, driving back home right now, i should be back by Sunday. Two whole days with an empty room and me feeling horny, it was as if someone was looking out for me. When I got back to my room, I closed the windows and the blinds, then I locked the door. Reaching under my bed I pulled out a shoe box. Three toys are in there, all of them I saved up for and bought for myself online, all of them tried and tested for quality by me. The smallest of them was smaller than a pen, made especially for playing with my clit, the second was a hot pink vibrator, about six inches long with a vibrating tip, the last one was my dear lovely Rabbit. It was loud, but it vibrated and I could let it play with my clit as I inserted it within myself. I chose that one. Closing my eyes I imagined Davis walking in through the door. I look surprised and try to toss the Rabbit back into the shoe box. "What do you have there?" He asks in his deep voice. Without waiting for a reply he walks towards me, closing the door behind him. He chuckles as he sees my vibrators and I blush."About to have fun?" He asks, picking up the slender vibrator. "I- uh-" I stumble over my words, unable to think, or say anything. He plays with the dial and turns it on. "That's a good vibration, I imagine that it would make you come pretty quickly," he says without looking at me. "It does." Why did I say that? Mortified I clasp my hands over my mouth, he looks at me and laughs softly. "Yeah," he moves closer to me, "Tell me, when you come do you scream?" He moves the vibrator and places it on my breast. I take in a quick breath, holding in a moan. "Do you Lizzie?" He moves the vibrator in slow circles around my breasts, waiting for the answer but I can't speak, and suddenly I softly moan and he grins. "You know Lizzie, you're hot. I've been thinking about fucking you since I saw you on the first day of class. Your tits barely held in that tank top, your tight jeans showing off your ass. I thought about bending you over a desk and fucking you from behind, of making you come, of tasting you as you did. But I never thought about toys." He moves the vibrator lower, to my stomach, "I can see that was a mistake." "Take off your shirt." He tells me, "I want to see your naked tits." I do as he says and I stand in front of him, topless. He turns off the vibrator and tosses it on the bed. "Just as I suspected, you've got great tits, Lizzie." He takes on in his large left hand and begins to play with my hard nipple, the other he takes into his mouth. I pull his head closer to my breast, wanting more and more from him. He reaches his right hand down and begins to unbuckle my pants. I move back from him and pull them off, my panties follow. "Get on the bed," he looks at me with lusty eyes and I do as he says. My back is pressed against the wall and he pulls my legs apart. He grabs the small vibrator and turns it on. He plays with it, lightly pressing it against my wet lips never really giving my a true taste of it. My hips buck, wanting more but it's a while before he does. "How do you taste Lizzie?" He asks, kneeling on the floor, he tugs on my legs, pulling my hot wet pussy towards his face and he licks my lips. He teases with his mouth just as he teased with the vibrator. My moans are louder now, and he seems to like that very much as he moves the vibrator closer to my clit. "Oh god, oh god, make me come, please, please." I beg and he chuckles into my pussy, the vibrations making it feel so wonderful. Davis seems to take the growing moans as a challenge and he places the vibrator right on my clit, it's on the lowest setting but it feels so damn good. His tongue begins to fuck me and I feel a growing sensation in my stomach. I come, loudly, gloriously, and squirting. His face is damp with my juices but he doesn't seem to mind. "I want you to fuck me Davis. Right over the desk. I want you to make me beg before you let me come, I want it hard and fast, do you think you can do that?" He takes his pants off as an answer. I smile and move over to the desk, "No," he stops me. "Just wait." I stand still, willing to do as he says. His erection springs free from his briefs. He's big, but then again my knowledge is limited to vibrators and porn. "Come here" he motions towards me and before he can say it I know what he wants. I kneel before his cock and I kiss it, then I begin to lick his shaft before taking it into my mouth. He groans and begins to rock his hips back and forth. "God, Lizzie" is all he can manage to say. I take him in as far as I can, my eyes beginning to water and I decide to bring my hands into play, stroking his cock and balls and I suck him off. "Oh god, oh god," he pulls his cock out of my mouth and grunts, his seed hitting me on the face and on my breasts. Davis looks at me with a smile on his face. "Jesus Lizzie." He's collapsed onto the bed, but I can't let him off that easily. "Davis..." I say, slowly making my way up his body, kissing his legs, then his thighs, running my tongue over his cock, and tenderly kissing his balls. He lifts his head up, "You promised, Davis." I kiss up his stomach and run my hands up and down his body slowly. "I..." he looks at me nervously, "I don't know if I can." I kiss his neck, and nibble on his right ear. "Can't do what, Davis?" My fingers run just above his flaccid penis, just enough for him to feel it's presence, not enough for him to feel my touch. My left hand runs through his hair and I pull him towards me and I kiss him roughly. "Uhn" is the sound he makes as I pull away from his face. He licks his lips and his cock stiffens up again, jumping into my hand. "Let's try this again, shall we Davis?" I pull him up into a standing position, he looks at me and he begins to grin. He pulls me roughly up against him, his right hand holding me firmly against his body as his left slowly travels down to my pussy. His fingers part my lips, testing the wetness. He finds my clit and plays with it for a little while. "Oh, Davis, mmhh." I moan, wriggling my body. Suddenly he removes his fingers, I open my eyes to protest but he's already spinning me around to face my desk. "Lean over it," he commands and I do, my arms firmly down. My breasts float just above the desktop, jiggling slightly as he positions me. Without a warning he's inside me, pumping hard and fast. His right hand on my right breast toying with my nipple and his left on my clit teasing me into ecstasy. He makes me cum twice before he shoots out his seed. I collapse onto the desk, exhausted, and his weight rests down on me. I open my eyes to see an empty room. I clean my toys and put them back in their hiding place before going to the shower to clean myself.