Author's Note: Though every chapter of this story will have at least one detailed sex scene, I must note that there will be other plot points as well. This story is about sexual adventure, but without context it would seem too hollow. Also please read chapter 1 first or you will have no idea what's going on. Thank you for reading, comments appreciated.
Ch. 2: Surprises Explained
I woke up to my alarm blaring away, snapping me out of a very comfortably deep sleep. Of course Sarah elbowing me in the ribs helped, too. I stumbled out of bed and across the room nearly tripping over her purse that was lying in the middle of the floor, to slap down on my alarm clock.
I stood there for a moment leaning a little against the dresser, debating on skipping class. I hadn't had too much sleep, not that I was complaining. After a long enough time in college, you learn to go without much sleep.
Shuffling around the room I picked up the clothes I wore the night before and threw the requisite 9 am class attire and went to the bathroom. After the morning necessities were out of the way I walked back into my room, jealously staring down at my girlfriend as she was already fast asleep again. Or at least I thought she was.
After grabbing my book bag and going through it quickly to make sure I had my copy of
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
along with the notebook for my Gothic Lit class, I was zipping the bag up when I noticed it. A little movement under the sheet.
No, I thought. She isn't really...is she?
Yes she is. She's masturbating.
Now I'm no stranger to a little morning action, whether it be a quickie with whoever is in my bed with me at the time, a quick jerk to get the day started, or the always wonderful good morning blow job. But the idea that she was playing with herself while I was standing there getting ready to go to class was too much. Fucking tease. How could she do something so erotic, that she knows I love watching her do, when I have to leave for class?
Then I looked a little closer. Her breathing was getting sharper, but I swear she was definitely asleep. I almost laughed a little. She was fingering herself in her sleep.
I glanced at the clock. I had a few minutes before I had to be out the door. I gently lifted the sheet a little taking a peek, but trying not to wake her. Her fingers were rubbing circles around her clit and every few circles one finger would slip inside her pussy for a few thrusts then back up to circle her hot button. I could smell the musky scent coming from her rapidly soaking pussy as I stared at a sight I'd seen dozens of times before, but it never failed to turn me on.
There's just something so erotic about watching a girl rub herself. The intimacy is so intense when you see the girl loose herself in the most private of sex acts; you can't help but be turned on.
Speaking of which...my cock was almost at full attention. I glanced back at the clock and cursed myself. Shit, I thought. I really need to get going. One more quick glance at her ministrations and I gently laid the sheet back over her. I stood up grabbing my bag and took a deep breath to try and calm myself.
I adjusted my prick in my pants; trying to make it a little more comfortable and I walked quietly out of the room, and then out of my apartment.
I only lived a half a mile from campus and I often walked the distance, but after taking the time to watch Sarah's mid-sleep masturbation, I needed to hop in my car and drive the short distance, or I wouldn't have time to get my coffee and orange juice before class and if I had to sit through Dr. Wagner's class for an hour without coffee, I would be fast asleep at my desk.
Luckily I didn't need to join the fray trying to find a decent morning parking spot on the university's parking deck. During my freshman year, which seems so long ago now, I had rushed a fraternity. Now most people who know me would never guess that I was in a fraternity. Most of them would say, "I just can't picture you as a frat boy."
I wasn't a frat boy. I was a guy who happened to have joined a fraternity. There's a difference.
Anyway, this frat had a house right near campus and a nice private parking lot behind the house. I had already taken my four-year alumni status, since I didn't really like the new guys that much, but I would still hang out there on occasion. Usually when one of the other old guys was in town.
So I parked at the house and headed over to campus still trying to will away my hard-on. The morning visual didn't help my mindset, especially after the activities the night before began running through my mind again. It seemed so surreal.
Honestly, it wasn't the first three-way action I'd ever had, but every time something like that happens to me, I still can't believe it. Maybe if I was better looking or really talented at something I could see those things happening. Or maybe they would just happen more often, I don't know.
Sufficed to say, I was still trying to get my cock to chill out while I was adding a little dash of sugar to my coffee in the coffee shop on campus. I pulled out a cigarette and stepped out to smoke while I walked across campus to my class.
I think I had finally calmed down sufficiently when I tossed my cigarette into one of those tower things that everywhere has now where you stuff your butt down into one of the little holes on the side and it falls down to join it's fellow cancer-causers at the bottom.
Of course it didn't help my situation when, after I had sat down in my classroom, I looked up to see Miriam walking in.
Miriam was a nice little blonde that I had helped with a paper or two since we had been in a few classes together before. Usually she came to class in the same state as most students for an early morning class: sweatpants and a t-shirt or the equivalent. Today was different.
This day she walked in and smiled at me. This day she wore a silk white blouse that opened very low in front showing a nice bit of cleavage. Even though she wasn't huge in the breast department she must have had a good bra that forced the issue. This blouse was tucked into a short, but professional black skirt that stopped a good few inches above her knee revealing the nice dark pantyhose that covered her beautiful legs down to the black heels she wore. The skirt was tight enough to accentuate the perfect ass that I had noticed on many an occasion, usually in the warmer months when she wore the short gym shorts that many a coed preferred in the hot climate of the south.
I think she noticed my stares. I glanced up at her face after being so focused on her ass and saw that she was looking directly at me. The smile on her face was obvious. She walked up in between the desks straight for me, which wasn't unusual; she usually sat in front of me. As she walked up she dropped her bag. Then she reached down to pick it up, giving me a nice view down her blouse. I could see a white lacey bra covering her small orange size tits, but the view was nice, nonetheless.
As she straightened up again, I saw the blush on her cheeks. She was teasing me.
With all the events of the morning, I really didn't need this. She swung around to the desk in front of me pulling the bag around. Once again I adjusted my dick in my pants.
Soon Dr. Wagner walked in and it was down to business. I won't bore you with the details of class other than the fact that Miriam kept pulling her hair around and slowly rubbing the back of her neck around to the front. I knew she was doing it for my benefit, but I didn't really care.
I was always fairly certain that she only did these things to tease me. She liked that I was smart and could help her with papers and exams. I was the smart guy to abuse with her sexiness.
A little before the class was supposed to be over, Wagner finished everything he wanted to say and he grabbed his things to go. Since I didn't have another class until the afternoon, I was ready to head home and laze out for a little while.
As I got up, Miriam was still packing her stuff. I brushed past and she grabbed my arm.
"Jason, hold up," she said.
I stopped and looked down at her and wished I hadn't. I could see down her shirt again. With all the stimulation from the past 24 hours I could feel my cock coming up again. She looked up and I swear for a moment she paused on my crotch.
"I was wondering what you were doing next Friday."
I stopped for a moment. We didn't have a paper or an exam due soon, so I wondered what she was wanting. "Um, well, I don't have any plans, why?"
She looked up at me and I could see her blushing a little again. "Well, I know you probably think its lame, but I have a Sorority thing and I don't have anyone to go with."
I paused for a moment. This was not what I was expecting. "Really?