I had known Chrissy for a few months when it all started. We were living in the same college dormitory building, on the same floor, and we saw each other quite a bit. She would come into my room often, and we would and flirt. Unfortunately, my rather loud, boorish roommate was always around, so it never developed into anything more. I had a feeling she was teasing me with more interesting possibilities, though, and I waited patiently for a chance to test my theory.
Chrissy probably wasn't what would be considered "classically" beautiful, as she was a little on the heavy side (just ever so slightly). Still, she drove me absolutely mad––that beautiful face, that porcelain skin, that long red hair, those massive tits I wanted to suck on for hours, and those full crimson lips I wanted around my throbbing cock. Chrissy would come into our room nearly every night and sit down on the edge of my bed where I was reading. She would chatter on about her classes and her roommates, and all the while I would glance up from my textbooks and smile in agreement. I always wondered if she was sending me signals. Occasionally she would cross and uncross her legs seductively and try in vain to rearrange her bra--as though a little piece of lace and cloth could evenly hold those two huge, incredible breasts as they swayed back and forth. Frequently I had to shift my position on the bed to hide my huge, wet erection; I wondered if she could tell my mind was very much not on my Economics homework.
One Friday night last month I got my answer. My roommate was gone on a trip to visit his family out of state, and Chrissy came in at her usual time--11 o'clock sharp. I greeted her and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. She answered no, and moved over towards the window.
I have to say, Chrissy had never looked so hot. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a black t-shirt that was not going to contain the twin giants that were straining to be free. Her long red hair was tied back behind her head (better for a blow-job, I thought), and she was wearing an amazing, fire-truck red shade of lipstick. As I was watching her stare out the window into the darkness, the phone rang and I moved across the room away from her to answer it. Before I could pick up the phone, though, I felt two hands encircle my waist and reach down into my briefs.
"Leave it, Bob," she whispered into my ear. "I've got much more interesting things planned for us tonight. "
I couldn't believe it; her words were like a dream come true. I turned to face her, and our lips came together in a wet, twisted mash. Our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, and I felt her undoing my belt and the zipper to my jeans. We paused in our make-out session, and she looked up into my eyes with a devilish grin on her face that I thought was going to make me cum right then and there.
"I've been wanting to do this for months," she said breathlessly. "Are you ready?"
I had never been so ready for anything in my life, but I was going to push my luck just ever so slightly.
"Yes, yes, of couse I am. But first... "
She was momentarily puzzled.
"Yes?"
