Luke hadn't come in quietly, but his roommate Quinn was fast asleep on the living room floor when he turned the corner, her cheek smashed against the furry sheepskin rug, her right knee drawn up to her chest. There were half-empty wine glasses scattered over the coffee table and the window sills, but the party had evidently faded out or moved elsewhere relatively early-- it was just after midnight.
Quinn murmured something in her sleep, shifting farther onto her stomach. The tiny shorts she was wearing, tissue-thin baby blue cotton, stretched over the perfect round 'M' of her ass, pulling tight and nearly transparent. Luke's mouth watered, but he looked away.
Quinn was their Resident Girl Roommate and the newest member of the house-- she'd moved in after her high school graduation a few months ago, and although the guys had been hesitant about living with a chick, she'd fit in perfectly, right from the start. Just eighteen, Quinn was the only freshman and the baby of the bunch-- the guys all were juniors and seniors. Still, Quinn was not only cute, but funny and sweet and fiercely competitive: somehow, she was the perfect addition to the group. Now, they felt like a family. They acted like it too, with Family Dinners on Sundays, shared leftovers, movie nights and detailed, invented drinking games. Things got rowdy and were constantly loud, but everyone got along. It was pretty close to perfect.
Still, Luke wasn't immune to Quinn's angelic face: full pink lips like juicy strawberries, gigantic blue eyes, tiny features and smooth skin like a perfect little doll. And he wasn't immune to her body either: she was a dancer, elastic and feather-light, with pert, buoyant tits and the best ass on campus, an ass that made every man on campus swing round to look at her as she bounced by in yoga pants and miniskirts and tiny shorts like she was wearing now, that clung to her perfect peach like a second skin.
Quinn was notorious for sleeping on the floor, on the couches, in the bathtub-- once, famously, on the stairs-- and her roommates had taken to carrying her to bed when they found her in any of her strange spots. Luke liked tucking her in, snuggly and sweet and sleepy like a puppy.
Now, he knelt beside her on the rug and brushed a strand of white-blonde hair out of her face, expecting her to wake. She blew out a soft breath, warm against his palm, but didn't stir. Her sleepy lips were impossibly pouty-- without meaning to, Luke let his thumb glide across her silky cheek and brush along the curve of her lower lip. He wasn't expecting it to be quite so pillowy, wasn't expecting the warm press of her tongue just past the sharp ridge of her bottom teeth. His cock jerked in his pants, suddenly painfully hard. He pulled his thumb away from Quinn's lip, looking at the sheen of her spit on his skin in the orange light from the lamp. Without planning on it, he pressed the pad of his thumb against his own tongue, as if he could taste her. Somehow, his hand drifted past his waistband, letting that thumb swirl, just once, over the hot, swollen tip of his cock.
Quinn rolled back and forth slightly, her juicy ass reverberating from the movement. She really did have the perfect ass. Looking down at it, Luke was surprised to see his own hand, sun-tanned and deeply masculine above her tiny frame, sink to rest on her hip. He couldn't stop there: he slid his hand down the curve of her ass, cupping her cheek. His thumb was on her bare skin, velvety and intimate, just a breath away from her crotch. He wondered if she was wearing panties. She couldn't be-- he could see, he realized, the delicate outline of her labia, an indent marking the length of her slit. His fingers followed his gaze, stroking her, probing ever so gently, just once. Just once!
Luke knew he should go to bed and handle his now-pressing issue alone, but before he moved to pull away, Quinn settled herself again, pushing his fingertips under the hem of her shorts. His fingers met wetness, sleek and hot. He pulled his hand back, his heart stopping in his chest. Her juices shone on his skin. His other hand glided up the back of her other smooth thigh, learning the shape of her, squeezing that other ass cheek softly. He kneaded gently, testing the firm pliancy of her muscles. Quinn, to his and his cock's utter delight, let out a sleepy, sultry little moan.
She rolled to her stomach, and Luke cupped her ass with both hands, stroking and soothing her as she relaxed into the furry rug. His thumbs brushed her barely-concealed labia with every sliding pass. Was he imagining it, or were her little pussy lips swelling? When dark wetness began to soak through the forget-me-not blue cotton at her crotch, his cock nearly exploded then and there.
He got bolder. He intentionally tugged her shorts from side to side as he played with her, getting little glimpses of her wet cunt. Twice he even caught sight of the hint of pink that marked the faintest outer star of her asshole.
Luke's hands just below Quinn's ass, a little laugh rippled the quiet. Quinn twisted back to look at him, still bleary with sleep. Lines from the rug were etched on her left cheek. "You're massaging me awake? How entirely sweet."
Luke shifted quickly to conceal the extremely visible length of his dick, pulling a nearby pillow into his lap as surreptitiously as he could. "You looked so cute down there, like a sweet little housecat."
Quinn wrinkled her nose at him. "Purr." Her shifting hips made her ass bounce again. His cock twitched. He wanted to peel those shorts off of her and yank her up onto her knees and elbows so he could bury his face in her. And then his dick.
"Exactly. What a good little kitty." He petted her head and she swatted at him playfully. He couldn't stop staring at her lips, remembering their tender warmth.
She was grinning at him, all dimples and pink cheeks. "That felt really good, you touching my legs," she admitted sweetly. "Would you do my back?"
Luke shoved her head playfully toward the pillow. "Sure thing, kiddo." His heart was in his throat as Quinn settled down. "You can sit on me," she offered.
Luke carefully, carefully, straddled her thighs, trying to keep his hard cock as discreet as possible as the vantage showed him just how good his length looked above her. She was so little he was pretty sure his dick would stretch from her thighs to her waistband. He began to knead her lower back. He meant it to be innocent, but his every stroke pulled the petite heft of her ass up, letting it bounce back down when he released her.
"Do you mind... under the shirt?" Quinn blinked back at him angelically, pouting. "It feels better."
"Why don't you take it off, then," Luke snorted at her. He'd have never expected the joke to work, but Quinn twisted under him, her ass bouncing against his hardness as she wriggled out of the shirt. He caught a glimpse of her nipples, rose-pink and hard as pencil erasers, as she flopped back to her stomach. Her back was as pretty as the rest of her, delicately muscled and feminine.
Luke tried to focus. He could give a good massage. He'd done it before. He traced the lines of Quinn's shoulders firmly, digging his fingers into every spot of tension, gratified as her knots melted away, and as she mewed and softly sighed under his ministrations. He let his fingers fist in the silky blonde hair at the nape of her neck and watched goosebumps appear on her suntanned skin as he ran his fingers firmly down the sides of her slender throat. He moved up and down her body, leaning close to her, catching traces of the strawberry scent of her shampoo and the creamy vanilla of her body lotion.
"Why don't we do this more often," Quinn giggled, as Luke moved again to squeeze and caress her thighs.
He stroked the tender insides of her thighs, pushing closer to their apex. "Does that feel good?"
He could feel her breath catch. "That feels good," she whimpered obediently in echo. Luke's cock was pulsing slowly against the rigid seam of his jeans. Quinn turned to look at him as his thumbs again eased under the hem of her shorts, the crotch of which was now fully saturated, navy where it had previously been sky blue. Her equally blue eyes were round and shiny and half-glazed with lust. It was then that Luke realized that he was really going to fuck her.
He kept Quinn's gaze as he ran his thumb up and down her bare, soaking slit, feeling the insistent push of her wet heat against him. Her breath caught. She didn't move. His palm resting against her ass, he pushed his thumb fully into her.
