Ever since the first time Brandon and I made love, we knew that we'd never have it that easy again. You see, in the motel, we had all the time we wanted with no one to bother us. But when we had to get back to our regular lives, our separate schools and our parents would find ways to make everything harder for us.
It wasn't too bad in my dorm room though. Brandon would come down every weekend and I'd get a room for him in Guerin Hall (the hall where the mothers with young children lived). For the weekend, I would seemingly vanish from the lives of the people I knew because of the amount of time I spent with Brandon in Guerin—which was basically every second. Although students at the college were not allowed to stay with their guests, I broke that rule every weekend and stayed with Brandon. We did everything together, even slept together—our favorite part of the day.
But here's the thing about Guerin Hall—it's haunted. Aside from the conservatory, Guerin is considered the most haunted place on campus. There's said to be a dark archangel in Guerin. Which makes the lives of everyone staying there very....interesting. Now I've never seen this dark archangel, but there are tons of mysterious things that have happened in Guerin when I've been there with Brandon. From laying in bed and seeing (out of the corner of my eye) someone sitting on the chair in the room (when no one's there) to walking past the freight elevator and seeing a white figure walking in it, which, upon closer look, to discover that the elevator's not even on that floor and there's nothing there. And then my favorite one—the last one which always freaks me out—well to start with, all the rooms that they rent are near the freight elevator. Guerin Hall is over 120 years old and the floors are made of wood...so the floors creak like mad when you step anywhere on them. You could wake the dead walking on them. But...I won't tell you the last one until I get there in my story.
So anyway, it's one of the weekends when I'm staying with Brandon in Guerin. We're sitting in room 328 and just talking about life and the past week.
"So what have you been doing lately?" I inquired.
"Nothing much, just working on my models and going out with Joe. What about you?"
"Nothing really...the other week the college had this thing where they lit a campfire in the middle of the woods and we all told ghost stories and stuff. It wasn't scary or anything, except we found out that a few exorcisms had been done on this hall..."
"Guerin?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Ok, stop right there, you're going to make us both paranoid."
You see, he knew that there were all kinds of ghost stories about Guerin, but since the floors creaked and we always heard freaky noises, telling more ghost stories on a cold windy night didn't help the situation any.
"So anyway, what have you been wanting to do all week?" Brandon asked with a grin on his face.
"You."
"Wow, that was blunt," he chuckled, "But I have no problem with that."
"Good," I said as I leaned over and covered his mouth with a kiss.
It started off innocently, but soon he had his arms wrapped around me and our tongues were dueling to get down each other's throats. Slowly moving so that we were laying down on the bed, I wrapped my arms around his warm body, burying them under his shirt. Still kissing me, he pulled me closer. Any attempt for me to get out of his embrace would have failed. I snaked one of my hands down to the pulsating bulge in his pants and lightly squeezed it. With the skill that only comes with practice, I reached up and (one-handedly) undid his belt, button, and zipper.
As soon as I had the zipper done, I situated my hand on his semi-hard cock. Running my hand up and down its length, I could feel him leaking pre-cum. Since the last time when I had had sex with him, he shaved his pubic hair, leaving his cock smooth and slippery. I heard his breathing speed up and I gave his cock a light squeeze. Meanwhile, he had removed his arms from around my body and was busily working at getting my belt off. Once we had both lost every article of clothing below the waist, Brandon grabbed the blanket and covered us with it. Although there was a radiator in the room, the room was not warm just yet.
Once the blanket was over us, I reached down to find Brandon's cock standing at full mast. "Nice," I commented.
He just smiled. Stroking his cock once more, I reached over the side of the bed to Brandon's black backpack. He brought his backpack with him every week he came down, keeping his clothes, money, food, and especially condoms in it. Unzipping the smallest compartment, I pulled out the 12 pack of condoms that I knew would be in there. Opening the box, I pulled out one condom and stuck it in Brandon's shirt pocket. Besides his first look of confusion as to why I did that, he didn't say anything. I stuck the box on the night stand and turned back to Brandon.
Placing a light kiss on his lips, I could see the raging desire in his eyes. Since the first time we'd had sex, we had both promised each other that we would try not to masturbate at home so that we would have the full effect of sex when we were together. Because of that, when we did meet, there was a lot of pent up sexual energy just waiting to be released.
Reaching to his shirt pocket with one hand, he pulled out the condom. As I watched him, he snaked his other hand down to my pussy. He at first lingered on the outside, slowly running his fingers over my clit and then plunging a finger deep inside me. "Ooh, my baby's nice and wet. I see you behaved this week."
"Behaved" was the term we used when we hadn't masturbated all week. "Yeah I did...I was good for once."
