I walked along the sidewalk in front of my College's dorm buildings. Traffic flowed on the street next to me and fellow students passed by but I was oblivious to all of this. I turned my face up to the sun and let its rays warm my face. I was horny as hell, and it was all I could think about.
I made my way to the front door of my dorm building. I caught sight of myself in the shine of the door's glass, and giggled. The flush across my cheeks and chest was visible, even though the colors were muted in my reflection. My nipples were swollen and showed through the thin fabric of my tank top, and my denim shorts hugged my hips in a way that made me even hornier. My wavy brown hair fell around my shoulders, sticking to the light sheen of sweat that covered me. My gaze strayed to my face. My eyes were heavy and my lips were slightly parted. I even looked like I was horny- I needed to do something, badly.
I pulled the door open, walked quickly down the first hallway, and turned the corner to the hallway that led to my room. I could feel my pussy drenching the fabric of my panties with each step, and was eager to shove something inside me as soon as I could get to my room.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the arrival of another student at the opposite end of the hallway. He walked down the hall to a room on the left, and began unlocking the door. I let my gaze roam his entire body. I knew him from somewhere, the library, maybe. I remembered that he was very shy. He had dark brown hair that was smooth and shiny, and fell to just above his shoulders. His face was pale, with dark eyes and soft looking lips. I noted the lean muscles flexing in his arms as he shifted his books from arm to arm. He wore dark jeans and a dark grey tee. There was something very mysterious about him that, at the moment, was driving me insane.
Instead of turning into my room, I continued slowly down the hall until I reached him. I stood behind him and watched as he finished unlocking the door, and pushed it open. He walked into his room, set his books on his desk, pushed his hair back, and turned to close the door. When he saw me standing in his doorway, lust clear on my face, he stopped dead. He stared at me for a second, lingering at my chest. His eyes widened as they caught my nipples straining against the fabric of my shirt.
I moved forward, entering his room, and his eyes snapped back up to my face. He stared at me, bewildered, as I closed his door behind me and locked it. I leaned against his door, and let my hands roam my body while I continued to look at him. My hands skimmed over my thighs, slid along my hips, up my sides, and came to rest on my breasts. I gently squeezed them, and watched his chest hitch as he sharply inhaled. I grinned and let my fingers play over my nipples. Every time he raised his eyebrows or his breath caught, my pussy clenched and my face flooded with even more warmth.
I was driving myself crazy. I walked forward, coyly batting my eyes and nibbling my lower lip. He made a small noise, somewhere between a whimper and a moan. My stomach leapt as I reached him, and pressed my body against his. My hand grazed his hip, and my fingers trailed to his waistband. Two fingers slid between his waistband and his smooth, hot skin, and I pulled him harder against me. I pressed my breasts into his chest and my hips against his, and started to walk forward. He moved with me until he was at his bed and sat down, mouth slightly agape and stared at me in shock.
I brought my knees to either side of his hips, and straddled him on the bed. My torso rubbed against his, sending waves of pleasure through my chest and straight to my groin. I slowly began to grind, swivel, and twist my hips in his lap, and splayed my fingers in his hair. My face was close to his neck, so I gently licked and sucked at the flesh there, right below his jaw. He breathed in deeply and clenched his fists at his sides, and tilted his head so that I had better access to his neck. I lightly nipped his skin, and ran my teeth along his jaw to his ear where I began to nibble. He made a whimpering noise again and his hand jumped to my knee, but he quickly withdrew it. I made a noise of protest and grabbed his hand, returning it to my knee and sliding it up my thigh. My hand moved from his, but his hand continued to slide up my body, settling at my waist.
He gently squeezed my side, his other hand joining the first. His hips began to grind with mine, and I could feel his now hard cock putting pressure on the front of my shorts. This made my pussy flood with warmth, and I whimpered into his ear. He breathed out slowly and leaned back until he was lying on his bed, his hair spreading around his face. He had the same expression on his face that I had on mine.
My pussy was dripping, and it ached. I once again grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. He stifled a gasp and gently squeezed them, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip.
"Harder," I whispered. This was the first thing I had said to him, and it seemed to shake off some of the shock he was feeling. He squeezed harder, pushing my breasts together, and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I whimpered slightly and ground my hips harder into his. His eyes narrowed, and his hands slid back to my waist.
