This morning started like so many others. Wake up, throw on some clothes that didn't stink too badly, wander to the dining hall to fill up on badly cooked crap, and go to classes. All the while, the rest of the student body at the college moved around me in a dance I didn't know the steps to. Girls, dressed in tiny shorts and tight t-shirts, flirting with both sexes, and the boys trying to one-up each other to prove they were worthy of notice. Most days I didn't bother trying because no one ever glanced my way. College was my chance, right? No more 'Mr. High School Geek', just 'come fuck me I am a college male' scenarios. What had made me think that would work was beyond me.
The fact that I lived in the same state as the university helped because I knew a bunch of people who graduated both with and before me. But as much as I tried to get out of that rut by going to parties, trying to make friends, trying to get involved, I usually ended up hanging out in my room or wandering the halls looking for anyone to hang out with. Hell, even my roommate, chained by the balls to his girlfriend still in high school an hour away, couldn't help me. He usually split after class on Friday and showed up on Monday afternoon, driving straight to his classes in the morning.
Today was no different. The weather was still warm enough that the t-shirts on most of the girls I walked among were super tight and left little to the imagination. Nipples of all shapes and sizes greeted me as I scanned the student bodies around me through my dark shades. Taking the stairs two at a time, I hit the bar on the stair door, walked down my hall and unlocked my door, slinging my book bag to my desk on the left, kicking the door closed behind me. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and, tossing it on the bed, I turned and locked the door, flipped off the overhead light, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and kicked off my shoes.
Scooping up the phone and setting the volume on low, I opened a familiar bookmark and lay on my bed as my favorite redhead with huge knockers bounced up and down on the man's large shaft, the volume set so I could hear her moans but not loud enough to carry to the door. Reaching into a drawer, I pulled out the bottle of lube and some napkins and slid my shorts and boxers down around my knees, my dick already hard with anticipation.
I set the phone down on my bed, pouring a small amount of lube into my left hand and spreading it slowly up and down the shaft of my cock until it glistened in the light shining up from my phone. The redhead was really starting to get herself off, big tits bouncing up and down as she rode him in cowgirl position, playing with her clit. I really loved the way her tits bounced, especially at the part where she pinched her nipples, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. My hand sped up to keep pace with her thrusting.
Just as her head rolled back signaling her orgasm, I thought I heard a light tapping at the door. Pausing the video to listen, I lay still in the dark, quiet room, waiting several moments before shaking my head. Just before I tapped the screen to restart the video, I heard a definitive knock, followed by an urgent whisper.
"
Cams
!"
I dropped the phone and moved quickly to the door, shedding my shorts but pulling my boxers up. I realized I was still slick with lube as they stuck to my hard shaft. Shrugging my shoulders, I moved over and stood behind the door, unlocked it, and eased it open to peek out into the hall.
I didn't get a chance to say hello before the girl on the other side gave the doora solid shove, sending me backwards into the room, off balance. I sprawled across the end of my bed as she moved quickly into the room, shutting the door behind her and leaning on it, her breath quick and labored.
"Cams?" her voice called in the dark, the tone touched by what seemed like fear. I recognized the voice, and my high school nickname.
"Yeah, is that you, Maggie?" I answered, reaching for the light on the table next to me. I heard her cross the room towards me.
"No!" she whispered fiercely, slapping my hand away from the lamp on my bedside table. "You have to hide me, Cams, please!"
Something in her voice got my immediate attention. She was literally the girl next door. Maggie Collins and I had grown up on the same block in the same town and ended up both attending State University, though we never talked much either in high school or here. I'd seen her more in passing at college than I had in high school, but only as a flash of her brilliant red hair as she moved across the quad or turned a corner. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could hear her next to the bed, fidgeting, jumping with a squeak at the heavy knock on the door; someone's meaty fist was pounding against it, shaking the frame.
"Yo, pencil dick, open up!" boomed the loud slurring voice, making me curse under my breath. It belonged to Goo, the floor's resident drunk. Picture your typical, football-playing, entitled fuck and you're probably in the right area.
"Cams, please!" she whispered desperately, the shadow of her head darting nervously back and forth between me and the door. I could see a glimmer of her face from the light leaking under the door; she looked terrified.
"Ditch the shirt and pants, now!" I demanded, standing up and moving around the bed to lie down, holding the covers up for her to crawl in next to me. I knew the Neanderthal would bust in and it was the only thing I could think of.
"Did you lock it?" I asked. She shook her head, quickly stripping down, her clothes rustling at her feet as she dashed to the bed. I dropped the sheet and blanket over us as she dove onto the bed behind me. I rolled onto my side facing her with my back to the door a second before the door burst open, flooding the room with light.
Hidden from view, I used my left arm to draw her closer to me, sweeping her thick red hair under my pillow with the other. She slipped her arms around my back, her right leg moving between mine, trying to get as close to me as possible. I shot a feigned indignant stare behind me at the large shadow that now stood in the door frame, the door bouncing off the wall to smack him in the shoulder. I could feel her trembling with fear in my arms. I stroked her back with my right hand as I looked at him.
Goo, or Geoffrey Oscar Onivanus, stood swaying in the doorway, his hairy paw leaning against the door for balance. Obviously drunk, he belched loudly to the cheers of "Nice one!" from the lackeys in the hall. I noticed the awful stench a few seconds later as it wafted across the room. My guess was tonight was Philly cheese-steak night at the dining hall and he'd partaken heavily before returning to his room for his 'before party' six-pack of Heineken.
Goo, as usual, had attracted a crowd, friends and hall mates of ours gathering around the outside of my door. He let out a long fart, chuckled to himself, and shook his head to clear it. His friends laughed and egged him on.
