Dorm Room Dalliances

The next morning, I found it difficult to concentrate in my foundations class. Even though I'd gotten up early and had a run and a hot shower and a good, long wank session thinking about Molly and her gorgeous pussy, I still felt distracted and on edge. I resolved to get a takeout lunch and head back to my dorm to work some things out.

Back at my dorm, I set out my sandwich and fries, got a beer out of the fridge and stripped out of my school clothes, intending to at least grab a shower and maybe a quick wank after a naked lunch.

As I ate, I thought over the past few weeks and what might be bothering me.

The fun with Chris had been a friend-turned-lover fantasy come true. Jen had been a kinky icing on that cake. My run-in with Zoe in the shower had seemed like serendipity, but after Jen, my luck with Claire seemed unremarkable. More, it was totally in line with what I knew of Claire's personality and proclivities. Janice, then Molly though; they made the pattern different.

I hadn't done anything. That was it: From Chris through Molly, every erotic encounter that I'd had had just fallen into my lap. I was getting almost everything I thought I wanted but was there still something missing that I needed? Did I need agency? Was I just worried that none of it seemed in my control; that it was just luck? Was I just afraid that luck might run out?

I mulled it over as I took a long, hot shower. I kept thinking and more and more I thought that, yes, that was it: I wasn't sure where all of this was coming from and I was afraid of the idea that it might all go away.

My musings were interrupted. As I got back to my room, I heard my phone chime announcing a text. Luck wasn't running out today at least, it soon seemed. The text was from Becky, a girl from my biochem class that I'd come to a flirtational standoff with some time ago.

Hey, there, Will

, she'd texted.

Hi, Becks

, I replied.

The little dots undulated and then...

What're you up to?

In general, or right now?

Tonight.

Not much. Why?

There was a longer pause. The dots danced, then stopped, then danced again. Then,

I heard something

Oh?

About you

Really?

Yeah. It made me curious. Among other things.

What have you heard?

I thought about all the contacts she may have had and what she could possibly have...

It was kind of naughty. I thought it just had to be a rumor, but...

But what?

Well? I heard it again from - let's just say a reliable source.

And?

And it made me... curious

About?

You

And here I was thinking you were

already

curious about me

I was. Am.

So. I'm an open book. With footnotes. Just ask.

I thought it would take much longer to draw out whatever was motivating her sudden interest, but then...

The rumor is that you really like pussy

That's hardly a rumor,

I confirmed.

I mean really really like it - like you love eating pussy. So I heard.

Again, hardly a rumor. It's true.

Oh!

Wow, but

any

pussy?

Just about

, I confirmed.

The little dots danced for a bit longer, then,

Could I get your opinion on something?

Sure.

Just between us?

Of course.

Would you mind if I sent you a picture of

my

pussy? Just. Um. You know, to get your opinion,

I thought of several possible replies to that, but settled on,

Becky, I'd be honored if that's something you want to share with me.

Really?

Just you and me here, Becks

, I assured her

She sent a half dozen, each more naughty and provocative than the last. She looked scrumptious! The first showed her prominent mons tufted with downy fur above her smooth thighs. The second showed her thighs spread, plump outer lips pressed modestly together. The third, thighs spread wider, outer lips parted showing the stuff-sack crinkle of her inner labia. Then her fingers teasing apart her inner labia, then her fingers inside her, and finally a delicious view of her fingers spreading her inner labia with a pearly, translucent strand of cuntsauce dangling between them. I salivated.

Wow

! I texted,

That's

AMAZING!

Thank you for trusting me with these.

Really? You like my pics?

They're - yes, you're glorious, Becks

, I texted her. And they were; she was.

I watched the dots dance and realized that at some point I'd become seriously hard. My cock was throbbing. It was my mouth that was responding most eagerly, though. I was

seriously

interested in Becky's hot pussy now.

So...

, she prompted.

Yes?

There was so long a pause that I'd almost thought I'd lost her. Then,

Would you eat me?

For days

, I replied instantly.

She texted three sploosh icons and then her dorm and room number. I put my phone down and scrambled to pull on a tee shirt and a pair of board shorts and some runners, not bothering with socks.

I was out of my room and half way down the stairs when she texted back again,

Will?

I stopped on the ground floor landing long enough to text,

Your doorbell's gonna ring soon.

Answer it.

Naked.

I tucked my phone away and raced across campus.

I was just a bit winded as I hit the third floor landing. I took a couple deep breaths before heading down the hall to find her door. She answered immediately. She wasn't completely naked, but close enough. She had on a slip of a tee shirt that barely reached her thighs and was so worn that it might as well have been gauze.

"Hi. I heard you need some help downstairs," I grinned.

"You got here

fast

," she remarked, stepping aside and motioning for me to come in.

"I was inspired," I said.

"Apparently," she said, seemingly amazed. Well, it

was

kind of a surreal moment, even for me, so I figured she was right to wonder a bit at it as well.

Becky led me deeper into her room. It was plain and neat, but nice; two beds on opposite sides of the room, two desks under the windows, a television between them and a small couch facing it in front of a coffee table. to either side of the door were closets and next to one a small coffee nook with a fridge.

Becky led me around one side of the couch and turned to face me, her back to the bed a yard or so away, She took both my hands and looked up at me with just a bit of wonder.

"That easy, huh?"

"What do you mean," I played.

"All this time wondering how to get your attention. I just text you a pic of my pussy and you come... running," she said, reaching up to wipe some of the light sweat from my brow.

"I'm a pretty uncomplicated guy," I offered.

"Nice try. There's no such thing. But I'm really glad you're here now." She neatly tugged her tee shirt off to reveal lovely grapefruit-sized breasts with dark pink nipples that did, indeed, look happy to see me.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah." She tugged my tee shirt off and then stepped in, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her nipples against my chest.

"Me, too," I assured her.

"Wow. I'm..." she paused, looking into my eyes for something.

"What," I asked, sliding my palms along her warm, smooth flanks.

"So fucking wet right now," she said.

"I can help with that," I assured her.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, yes."

"And how are you going to do that," she teased and then tugged my mouth to hers before I could answer. She nuzzled my lips briefly before sliding her tongue into my mouth. We kissed long and wetly, until my cock rose so hard that I could feel the heat of her pussy through my shorts.

I gasped as she finally let go of my mouth and then answered her, "Well, I'd hoped I could start by eating that magically hot pussy you showed me."

She let out a little "oh" with a sigh and stepped back, putting the back of her legs against the bed. She sat down and watched me looking hungrily at her as she slowly spread her legs to show herself to me again. "You mean

this

pussy?"

"That's the one," I confirmed, staring intently. It was surreally exciting to be seeing in the flesh, in front of me, the gloriously hot pussy that just minutes ago had been just a flat image on my phone. I wanted to taste her so very much.

"You like it," she prompted.

"Yes, I do. Very much," I assured her.

"Show me," she said.

"What," I asked in a daze.

"Take those shorts off and show me how much you like my hot, wet pussy." She slid her hand down her cute belly as she said this, then slid one finger between her lips.

I kicked off my runners and dropped my shorts, freeing my throbbing cock and tilting my hips towards her to display its appreciative rigidity.

She cooed and a short, high keen of excitement squealed from her throat. "Oh, my. Seems you

do

like my pussy."

"That's not even the full measure of it," I said, eager to go down on her.

"No? You want to show me more?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With my mouth," I said.

"Just words." It was half-way between a dismissal and a question.

"No."

"Then what?" Her eyes gleamed gleefully at me.

"I want to taste you. I want to bury my tongue and fingers in your hot pussy and eat you for days and days," I confessed, earnestly.

She let out a squelched noise and a sigh. "Come on, then," she said, "eat me. Eat my hot pussy, Will."

She laid back expectantly as I approached, resting on her elbows and watching me lick my lips as I imagined dining on her gorgeous sex.

I knelt in front of her and leaned in until her pussy was just inches from my lips. I inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh. "Oh, Becky," I husked, "you smell so fucking good!"

This earned a sigh from her in return. I reached out with both hands and found her ankles and drew them up until the soles of her feet rested on my hips. "I almost don't trust myself," I teased.

"Uh?" Her noise of question was fogged with her own expectation, I heard.

"If I start eating that delicious pussy, I'm afraid I may never want to stop," I said.

"Do it. Eat me," she gasped; insisting, pleading.

"Oh. I don't know. I think I'll have to ease myself into it..." I confided. I lifted her right foot in my hand and regarded her immaculately pedicured toes. "...make a long safe approach instead of a crash landing,"

"Oh, fuck," she grunted as I sucked her big toe into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. "Fuck. Please."

I teased her toes some more and then slid my mouth over her ankle, up her calf, behind her knee.

"Jeezusfuck," she gasped as I started slowly swirling my tongue along her inner thigh. "Fuck, I need your mouth on me!"

"It is," I mumbled into the middle of her thigh.

"On my pussy. Lick me. Eat me now," she insisted. I was more than ready to. I slid my mouth slowly down the rest of her inner thigh as she moaned softly. At last, my tongue found the crease between her thigh and her vulva and I played the tip of my tongue along it. I nuzzled the downy fur on her mound just above the crease of her labia.

"Mmm, Becky, I think I'm really going to enjoy making you cum... eventually."

Becky grunted and thrust her hips at me. i slid my fingers between her ass cheeks and slid my thumbs along her outer labia, rubbing gently. I licked my way down the crease between her labia and thigh almost to her now exposed taint.

Becky groaned and sighed. "Fuck, Will!"

I licked my way back up, probed my tongue briefly between her lips to flick the emerging bud of her clit, then licked down the other side. There I slid my tongue across her taint, lashing the flat and tip of it slowly up and down the slick ridge of skin from the taut crescent behind her entrance to the puckered starfish if her anus.

"Good fucking grief, Will. That feels so fucking good. I'm so wet I'm going to fucking drown you!"

"Not a bad way to go," I mumbled into her taint. I pried her outer lips apart with my tongue and swirled the tip into her entrance, eliciting a long, growling moan if pleasure. I worked my tongue side to side, moving slowly towards her clit and prying apart her crumpled inner labia.

I pressed the tip of one thumb into her entrance, tugging on the thick crescent of membranous flesh at the rear of it while nuzzling her taint with my knuckles and pressing against the pucker of her asshole with the tip if my pinkie.

At the same time, I reached and wrapped my mouth around her thick clit. I slathered the exposed erect head. She was so hard and big it was like licking a marble.

Becky slid the fingers of one hand through my hair and tugged. "Yes," she cried.

I sucked on her hood and massaged the shaft underneath with my lips while I flicked my tongue across her smooth, swollen clitoral glans. I slid my tongue between her lips and sucked one stretchy labia into my mouth, sucking and gently massaging the slick inner surface with the flay of my tongue.

"Oh. Fuh... Fuck that feels so good!"

I let one hot, slick labia slip from my mouth and then sucked in the other as I pressed my fingertips to the edge of Becky's cauldron.

"Yes. Fuck, Will. Put your fingers in me!"

I only hesitated long enough to hear her start to moan deep in her throat. Then, I pressed two fingertips slowly up her front wall and into her. When she gasped, i stopped and rubbed gentle circles in that spot, feeling her stretchy walls gripping my fingers like a hot, wet glove.

"Fuck. Yes. Just like that," Becky moaned.

I let her labia slip from my mouth and moved my lips to caress the head of her clit again. I pressed my fingers into her further, then withdrew to massage that spot again. I reached my other hand around to massage her damp, fuzzy mound with my palm while I slid my thumb and forefinger down along the margins of her outer labia where I imagined the crura or wings of her clitoris to be buried.

"Jeezusfuck. What is

that

?! Fuck that feels so fucking good. Nnguh! You're gonna make me fucking cum, Will!"

That was my intent. I focused that intent and worked my mouth and fingers on and in her pussy center, top, and bottom as she thrust her hips at me eagerly.

I settled in to a sustainable rhythm, glorying in the scrumptious taste and feel of Becky pressing herself into my mouth. If it weren't for work and school, and eating and showering and going to the bathroom, I thought suddenly, I could live here. Right here. These moments were so wonderful.

And, suddenly, they became even more wonderful as Becky gripped my head in both hands and ached herself against me as the waves of her orgasm crested and broke across and through her.

I tasted the subtle change in her juices as she approached and then swam through her climax. I moaned appreciatively in her pussy as she gasped and sighed, her sound muffled by the clamp of her thighs pressing against my ears.

Slowly, as Becky's orgasm subsided, I slipped my fingers from her and reluctantly peeled my tongue and lips away from her delicious vulva. I inhaled deeply, reveling in the taste and scent of her.

I leaned back and sat up with my hands on my thighs, admiring the gorgeous rolling plains of Becky's body and the delicious mess of her vulva; a mess I'd made. I watched her relax and recover and then stir again, finally propping herself up on one elbow and then the other to gaze radiantly at me, still buzzing with bliss to judge from the gleam in her eyes and the silly crooked smile.

"Oh. Hey, Fred," Becky suddenly smiled wider, looking over my shoulder. I heard a small, quiet, startled noise behind me and half turned to see who Becky was looking at.

There, frozen next to the door, was Fred, apparently Becky's roommate. Aphrodite "Fred" Galanis was known across campus as the captain of the school's most successful athletic team; women's volleyball was undefeated in their division. Looking at her now up close it was easy to see why. Her lithe, long body radiated confident athleticism.

She stood there next to the door, immobile, like she was trying to pass herself off as a caryatid. A caryatid in tight, black, leggings with patterned translucent cutouts and a loose camisole. A caryatid whom the sculptor had captured with one hand thrust down the front of her leggings.

"I...," she gulped, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were... And then I was here... and..."

"Relax, Fred," Becky urged. "Come on in and meet Will. Will, this is Fred; Fred, Will."

Fred stood frozen for a moment longer, then cautiously took a step into the room. "Hi, uh, Will," she said, trying to manage a small smile while not staring at my naked butt.

"Hi, Fred," I smiled encouragingly. I mulled over what to say next, but Becky beat me to it.

"Will here just gave me the most amazing head," she sighed, "I don't think

anybody

ever went down on me like that. It was fucking

amazing

."

Fred was clearly stunned at this outburst and even I wasn't quite sure where to go with it, but Fred rallied and smiled. "How nice for you," she said sincerely. And how did you... how did you two, um, meet?"

"Well," Becky replied, "we

met

in Biochem Two a while ago, but we didn't really

connect

until today."

"Tell me more," Fred encouraged, sitting on the arm of the couch and seeming to relax a little.

"Well, I heard this rumor," Becky began.

"Wait. He's

that

Will? For real?"

"Pretty sure," Becky answered. I'd missed something; some cryptic exchange of arcane girl knowledge and the idea nagged at me.

"So you just...," Fred prompted.

"I texted him a picture of my pussy and he came running for a taste," she beamed. "Just as was foretold," she intoned mysteriously.

Both girls shared a giggle at that and Fred suddenly regarded me with new interest.

"So, um, what now? Should I...," Fred left the substance of the question open to interpretation. Becky answered with unashamed frankness.

"Well, now, I

was

going to

somehow

convince Will here to slide that gorgeous cock all up into me." Fred leaned to the side as if to get a better look, but my throbbing boner was still mostly in the shadows between Becky's legs. "But I just came so

fucking

hard that I think I really need a breather first." Becky fanned her thighs, drawing Fred's gaze and mine to her the gooey mess of Becky's luscious vulva.

"I take it you saw and heard at least the end of that," Becky said," so you've probably got some idea how nicely worn out I am at the moment."

"Uh. Yeah. Most of it, I guess," Fred admitted.

"So you know - or suspect - that at least part of the rumors are true then," Becky prompted.

"Wait, what rumors," I interjected, but Fred and Becky kept up the two-sided conversation in front of me.

"So you're saying I should just...," Fred ventured.

"I'm curious still. Aren't you," Becky pressed.

"Well," Fred demurred, "You said he came running when you..."

"Might just have been me," Becky sighed, "I have it on good authority that my pussy is quite 'magical', you know," she spared me a naughty wink.

"Well, I guess it's up to me, then," Fred said with mock resignation. "Will?"

"Mmm," I said, happy to finally be an acknowledged part of the conversation.

"I'd like to show you something. In the interest of - let's say, science. Okay?"

Intimating just what she might be about to show me, I turned around and sat with my back against Becky's bed, one of her legs draped over my shoulder, and my pleasantly still hard erection throbbing in the breeze.