Kelly opened her eyes to the gray foam ceiling tiles of a college dorm room. Her head lulled to the side. There was her boyfriend lying naked next to her, ripped chest heaving, his limp penis still deflating into the neon green condom.
I'm really sleeping with a football player, she thought. How cliché.
Kelly elbowed herself up to a seated position, making a cushion of pillows for her back. With one hand she pulled her blonde hair behind her shoulder. She pulled the blanket of the twin size bed up to her waist below her naked breasts and settled into her makeshift nest. And now we wait for the football star to recover.
"Oh, god, Kell. God that was good."
"Mmm," she replied. He got up to clean up, kissing her briefly on his way to the bathroom he shared with two other suitemates. She briefly considered pleasuring herself while he was in there, but decided to wait until she got back to her apartment.
He returned and pulled on a pair of boxer-briefs. He really is good looking. Shame about the sex though. And she did like him, really. It wasn't like he was a dunce. He's a bio major, she reasoned, and funny too.
"Babe, I gotta study for this exam," he said, flopping down next to her on the tiny bed.
"I know, and then you have practice. I think I might head out to the open mic at the Commons tonight, to kill time." It was Friday, a day on which she had no classes. Three-day weekends for a whole semester. What more could a college senior want?
She grabbed her t-shirt from the desk next to the bed and pulled it snugly over her ample breasts. "Wait a minute, come here," he said, playfully smushing his face into her chest, munching her nipple through her shirt. "Nom, nom, nom, I want some of these!"
She pushed him away, laughingly. "You just had some. Now you need to study," she leaned over to kiss him. "And so I depart!" She hastily pulled on her jeans and slip-on shoes. "I'll call you later." They kissed. "Bye."
She was glad for the cool late-morning air outside the dorm. Boys' dorms are gross. Briefly she rummaged in her backpack for a large hair clip. She gathered up her hair loosely and clipped it into place. She set out on the 15 minutes walk to her shared campus apartment.
Climbing the stairs to her unit, she scanned the parking lot for her roommate's car. Looks like Chloe isn't home. The thought of what she would do with the empty apartment sent a low level current of arousal through her body. Once inside apartment 3-A she closed and locked the door, tossing her backpack on the couch. Out of habit she plugged in the white Christmas lights she always kept taped to the walls of her room and closed the door. Kicking off her shoes and jeans, she flopped herself onto her college insignia bedspread. She hadn't worn a bra to her boyfriend's dorm this morning, and her too-small t-shirt had chafed her nipples pleasurably on the walk home. Her hand moved to them now, touching one nipple, then the other over her shirt. Then, her favorite part, she lifted her t-shirt slowly upwards, holding it tight on her nipples. One after the other her breasts popped from under the fabric. She used both hands to cup and tease her breasts, thinking of her boyfriend, oh if only. The fingers of one hand moved down her body, slipping into her panties. She stayed like that for a while, rubbing her clit with one hand, pinching a nipple with the other. Then she flipped over onto her stomach on the bed so that she could lightly drag the bedspread over both nipples. She arched her back, lifting her ass to bring both hands under her clit. She imagined some unknown male figure taking her like this, spreading her ass cheeks to force himself into her from behind. Her body straightened as she moaned into her pillow. She humped her clit against her fingers as she came. After the first orgasm, she rolled onto her back, thinking of the shadowy man hovering over her, he stroking his cock in her face. Her fingers worked furiously, rubbing her clit up and down, up and down, while the shadow man worked his huge cock. She imagined his thumb rubbing over the huge head of his cock before shooting hot cum onto her face, her neck, her tits. She came again, arching her back and pressing evenly on the throbbing between her legs.
Now that's more like it, Kelly thought to herself, having thrown on a pair of sweat pants and a college sweatshirt. She heard her roommate Chloe coming in the front door as she exited her bedroom. "Hey Chloe, how was class?" she called.
"Hey girl, yeah, it was alright. I have to run back out though, I'm meeting a prof for lunch." Chloe threw her backpack through the open door of her own bedroom. "Just wanted to drop this stuff off."
"Are you going to open mic tonight?" Absent her boyfriend for the evening, Kelly imagined herself sitting alone at a table in the Commons, listening to some weed-head freshman reading shit poetry about one love. "Come with me?"
"Oh, Kel, I dunno. I think there's a Greek party off campus."
"Oh, ok." Kelly wanted nothing to do with the fraternity scene. She could barely bring herself to date her current boyfriend, as popular as he was. She wondered briefly if he actually had an exam to study for, or if it was an excuse to go out and party. She had persuaded him to exchange parties for trail hiking and indie rock concerts frequently enough.
"But have fun though, ok? I'll be in late," Chloe said, applying some Chapstick she had produced from her pocket.
"Ok, see you." Chloe blew her a glossy kiss as the front door closed behind her.
Kelly sat on the living room couch. She worked on building up a mood of quiet, satisfying contemplation to combat the imminent reality of being bored for the rest of the afternoon. All this produced though was the seeping knowledge that she would have to break up with her boyfriend soon. We're not compatible, and I'm not having fun anymore. She was sure he would take it well. He had football, and good looks, and Greek parties to attend. Her legs moved to occupy the length of the couch, she gathered up a squishy pillow under her and dozed until evening.
