****** Cathie by Largo ******
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Cathie


You stayed over last night. I slept on the floor of my little dorm room while I
gave you the bed. You woke up this morning and you're in the shower. I wake up
and I can only think that the floor was hard and some of my muscles are sore. I
hear the shower running, but none of my roommates get up this early. As I walk
toward the bathroom, I faintly hear your voice, but I don't really make the
connection. Once I walk in, though, I see your night garb and I remember. I
automatically make a move to leave the bathroom, but then stop and quietly ask
if you're almost done. You say, "Good morning sleepy head." I ask again if
you're almost done. Not really, you say.

I go back to my room in the suite, and sit on my bed. I lay back and I can
smell the scent of the shampoo from your hair on my pillow. I doze off.
Suddenly I wake up and look at the clock. It's been ten minutes and the shower
is still running. I come in and once more timidly ask you if you're almost
done. You say to hold on a minute. You seem a little breathless. (You're
actually masturbating.) I ask one more time, and the curtain is pulled away.
You stand there, more than a little annoyed, staring at me. I look down at your
wet gleaming breasts, and all my frustration, my sore muscles disappear. I
stare at your chest and see some soap. Unconsciously I walk into the shower
with you, still fully clothed. Soon, my boxers are clinging wet to my obvious
erection.

Then we hear one of my roommates getting up. You quickly run into my room and
put on some boxers. He leaves for breakfast and his 9 am class. You come back
into the bathroom. I'm standing in the shower, now off, with my boxers and
undershirt still clinging to me. The boxers you hurriedly put on were actually
mine, and they are clinging to your wet soapy crotch as well. With a hunger,
you step into the shower, press into me and turn on the water.

I am shocked, but my erection quickly grows against your grinding crotch. You
rip off my shirt and run your hands over my slick torso. As you press into me,
I wrap my arms around you and run my hands down your back and grab your butt. I
pull the boxer legs as far up as I can, but then decide to slide my hands
inside and feel your smooth skin. All of a sudden, you are sliding down my
chest. I feel your nipples trail their way down my stomach. Suddenly, you pull
down my boxers, and my penis springs out in front of your face. You trace your
fingers over it and then suddenly bury it all in your mouth. As you handle my
balls, and swirl your tongue around my erection, I can do nothing but hold onto
your head and run my fingers through your hair. When my penis is at peak
hardness and length, actually radiating heat, you take it out of your mouth and
lean back looking up at me with glazed eyes. I pick you up and put my mouth
over as much of your breast as I can. As I do, I push down the boxers you're
still wearing.

Now, my desires are too urgent. I can no longer go slowly as I have dreamed so
many times before. Now sucking on your other nipple, I lift you and lower you
quickly onto my engorged penis. You shudder a little with pleasure and I go
nuts. The water and soap that has run to our crotches is lubricating enough to
make sliding in and out easy, and in fact, enough so that there is enough
friction to arouse but not enough to climax. We go in and out. You have wrapped
your beautiful legs around my waste and together we push you up and down, up
and down. You also twist your hips to add a little more friction. We are both
going crazy with desire, but neither of us can climax. I reach down between us,
and find your clit with my finger. I press it and flick it back and forth.

That did it. You shake and scream, every muscle in your body tensing at once,
you squeeze closer into me. Your juices are flowing down my legs, and you are
internally massaging my penis, squeezing and milking it. Just as you begin to
calm down, I spurt stream after stream of hot semen into you, and it hits your
vaginal walls, setting you off again.

I begin to regain my breath, and find that we are on the floor, still wrapped
around each other, warm water streaming over us, the smell of our sex still
clearly present. I begin to kiss you, on the back, the neck, the cheek. You
tilt up your head and we kiss on the lips, our tongues exploring the hot inner
recesses of each others' mouths. It is a slow satisfied kiss that lasts and
lasts. I stand up, picking you up with me and carry you into my room. I lay us
down on my bed, still wet and we lay on one another, naked, connected, all day
long, the sun streaming in the window to warm us.

Perfection