Chris wanted me to look over her history paper. That's what her text said, anyway. So I stopped by her dorm room on my way back from the gym. I had thought it'd only take a couple minutes, but it stretched out much longer than that.
Chris opened her door almost as soon as I'd finished knocking and it looked at first glance like she wasn't expecting me - even though she'd just texted me not fifteen minutes ago. All she had on was an oversized tee shirt. Her pert boobs were high-beaming; her thick, dark nipples poking aggressively through the thin fabric. I focused on her bare feet.
That didn't make things any easier for me. Her neatly pedicured toes stared back up at me mischievously, daring me to blurt out to Chris how hot they looked and exactly what I wanted to do with them.
I ignored her naughty toes and focused on what I thought was safe territory: her tummy. Any higher and my gaze would've been drawn inexorably to her massive nipples. Seriously - they were fucking huge. They stuck out of her thin tee shirt like my favorite flavor of popsicle sticks.
Her tummy was a safe place to focus, though. So I thought. Any lower and I'd have been contemplating the large, dark shadow that could only be her dense pubic bush. I glanced briefly back at her cute, polished toes before locking my gaze back on the relative safety of her navel area.
"Hi," I managed to stammer, "You wanted me to look at your paper?"
"I did," she gushed, "I do! Come in," she urged. "I... I didn't think you'd get here so quick," she said, apparently to excuse her state of undress.
"I was just over at the gym when I got your text," I replied.
"Oh," she said, "you didn't have to... do you want to..."
"No," I said, "it's fine. Let's see what you've got."
An hour later and after whole lot of Chris brushing the ends of her long, brunette hair across my shoulders to peer at her laptop screen, we put a wrap on her midterm paper.
"That's so awesome," she remarked as I clicked save on her final draft. "Thank you so much!"
"Happy to help," I said a bit sheepishly, reminding myself not to stare at her toes as I turned to get up from the chair in front of her study desk.
"Can I... you want a drink," she asked, gesturing towards the small dorm room fridge.
"I'd like that," I admitted, "but..."
"But," she prompted, biting her lip as she looked up at me through her bangs.
"I really should go shower," I said. I was feeling pretty ripe after my workout and then an hour of sweating away at Chris's computer while trying to ignore how nearly naked she was.
"Oh," she said, sounding downcast for just a moment before perking up and suggesting, "You could shower here."
"Um. It's a girls' dorm," I said.
"Uh huh," she replied, "And it's seven o'clock on a Friday night. Nobody's in the showers right now. So... I've got a towel you can borrow. Oh, and some scrubs," she added as if she'd just thought of it. "So, go get a shower and then come back for a drink?"
Something compelling in her voice urged me to agree with her patently outlandish suggestion. I found myself taking the towel and washcloth that she offered me, along with the neatly-folded set of surgical scrubs that all the nursing students wore and set off for the showers.
On my way out the door, she handed me a bottle of body wash with a cheery smile and urged me to "Scrub up and come back soon."
Alone and naked in the girls' shower room moments later, I thought seriously about running back to my dorm. Or, stroking my very aroused cock and splattering my sperm all over the shower stall.
Both seemed like a good idea at the time, but the first option probably meant that I wouldn't get that drink, and the second would take far too long.
So, I ended up soaping myself up in the hot spray of one of the shower stalls, thrilled rock-hard at the idea that some random coed might come in and catch me; then throbbing harder at the idea that that co-ed might be Chris.
I fondled my soapy, slick dick, enjoying a couple of good, long strokes as I imagined Chris walking in and stripping off her tee-shirt to join me in the shower for some sudsy fun. Then I came to my senses.
I rinsed off and stood there a long time dripping in the empty shower room just imagining Chris or her roommate or some other occupant of that third story dorm floor bursting in and finding me standing naked in the middle of the room.
The longer that that didn't happen the closer I got to having my wits about me again.
What the fuck?! I was naked in the girls dorm shower room. I could get brought up for discipline. Or, I could slip into the scrubs that Chris gave me and sneak quickly back to her room.
I chose the latter. I toweled off quickly and slipped into the soft scrubs, then padded nervously back to Chrissy's room and tapped anxiously at the door, hoping it would open before some straight-laced student emerged from the stairwell to find me almost literally hanging out in the hallway.
It wasn't until Chrissy opened the door that I realized that, though. She smiled at me and then her eyes dipped briefly to my crotch. I was still hard and my cock was clearly tenting the front of her scrub pants. I dropped my hands, holding the towel and my discarded gym clothes in front of me, hoping that she hadn't noticed my discomfort.
"Well," she remarked, "you clean up nice!"
"Thanks," I answered, eager to be out of the hallway. I slipped past her and felt an instant of almost inescapable attraction urging me to do something foolish, but I pushed past it far enough to get in the door and drop my gym clothes in a pile on top of my bag.
"Thanks," I said as she closed the door, "I feel much better now."
"Ready for that drink," she asked.
I was. Chris poured us both a generous couple of fingers of bourbon and graced each glass with a pair of ice cubes.
I sat on the couch with Chris and sipped slowly, enjoying the warm feel of the liquor as it slid down my throat and I relaxed. Chris and I chatted casually. Some time later, she poured us both another. The whole time I was trying hard not to think about Chris in a sexual way and failing. Literally every time that I managed to clean up my mental landscape, she moved just so or crossed - or uncrossed - her legs just so, or I caught a whiff of her soap or her hair.
I was almost relieved when she stretched and let out a huge stage yawn and said with a wink that I'd kept her up past her bed time.
I got up and started to make my excuses and goodbyes but somehow ended up agreeing with her that it was too late to make my way all the way back across campus and I should just crash at her place.
Her bed wasn't so small that we had to snuggle, but Chris clasped my wrist as I got in and tugged me close. Between the warm scent of her pillow and the decent buzz I had going, it just seemed like the thing to do. I wasn't even hard any more. Not very. That's how I ended up snuggled up next to Chris with my palm draped across her tummy when her roommate came home.
"It's okay," Chris assured me in a soft whisper as Jen went about taking her clothes off and getting ready for bed. "She always gets a little tight on Fridays. And she's a heavy sleeper. Just ignore her."
