Laura (II) G. ½
15 October 1981
"Oh, Laura!" I moaned again, involuntarily and loudly.
She lifted her mouth from my erection just long enough to whisper insistently. "Sshhhhh... Someone will hear you!"
I didn't care if someone heard me as she again engulfed me, masking her teeth with her lips, and running her tongue up, down, over, and around my stiff shaft in amazingly dexterous ways I would not have thought possible. When she started swishing its tip in rapid circles around the head of my penis, I again groaned her name. I had no doubt that anyone awake in either of the dorm rooms next door, or anyone passing the door of my private room, would hear. On the other hand, it seemed likely that everyone other than Laura and myself slept soundly at this hour. The glowing red numbers of the digital clock on the desk next to my bed indicated "4:37 am."
I had not started the night expecting or hoping to make love with this pretty, petite, pug-nosed and blue-eyed blonde. It had begun with the kind of philosophical bull session typical to college dormitories, especially on my floor which exclusively housed members of MSU's Honors College. These discussions or informal debates often developed spontaneously in my room. Despite it being as large as any double room in the Brody Complex, I had no roommate. It was easy getting a private room at MSU then. The school had overbuilt its dorms for the older and more numerous Baby Boomers who'd preceded us there.
At the height of that bull session, a little before midnight, I had over a half dozen guests in my room. By one o'clock, that crowd had dwindled down to me, Laura, two Lisas, and a guy everyone called "Sparky." Sparky left soon after and, by two-thirty, only three of us remained: myself; Laura; and the woman our dorm floor had designated "Lovely Lisa." This distinguished her from the other, "Beautiful Lisa," who, while pretty and actually nicer, lacked Lovely Lisa's stunning good looks and long lean body. I had hoped that Laura would go next and leave me alone with Lovely Lisa.
By three o'clock, however, I realized to my pleasant surprise that both women, Laura and Lovely Lisa, strove to outlast the other to end up alone with me. Together with this necessary boost to my ego, it made for very pleasant company. They had high IQs, sharp wits, and — although physically very different — ethereal beauty. Both were thin and had straight hair nearly down to their waists, but Laura was a blue-eyed blonde and Lisa brunette with hazel eyes that varied from dark green to tan. Also, at five-foot-ten, Lisa stood almost a foot taller than Laura. A fantasy of
