"Necessity is the mother of invention." -- Plato
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My friend Jason had recently moved into a local college outside of the city to start on his bachelor's degree, and took up residence in one of the local dorms. It was your standard suite: one main lounge off the hallway, with two bedrooms branching off the lounge, as well as a bathroom for the four occupants of this setup.
Jason's three roommates were gone for the weekend, and he had invited me to come hang out with him on a Saturday night. I had nothing going on, so I made the half-hour drive to see him, figuring it'd be a night of drinking beers and watching television.
I showed up at the dorm to find Jason there with his girlfriend Cassie, and her friend Lisa. Jason and Cassie were already laying together on his bed in the bedroom, watching a movie, while Lisa sat on the other bed.
"Hey, man!" Jason greeted me as I came in, and fished a beer out of the small fridge in his room. "What's happening?"
"Nada," I said, "Made it out here in no time at all." I gave a hug to Cassie, and sat next to Lisa on the bed. Cassie made the introductions, and for the next hour or so, we basically all hung out and talked, drank, the usual crap.
During this time, it started to become a little obvious that Lisa was interested. Slight shifts towards me, occasional quick hands on my arm or leg during conversation, that sort of thing. I considered the possibility of what could happen further on down the road, but blew it off.
Lisa was a short girl -- not big all over, really, but big in the chest and hips. She had a pretty face framed by brown hair, and was definitely flirty. I certainly didn't mind her being precocious with me.
The evening came to a point where Jason and Cassie were laying down next to each other on the bed, with Cassie's small frame draped halfway across Jason, and I opted to make an exit to the lounge by "going out for a smoke." Lisa decided to join me, and we left the room. I shut the door behind me, figuring that would probably be the best course of action.
Lisa and I sat in the lounge with the lights off, illuminated by the few streetlights that stood along the street near the dorm. She smoked her cigarette near the window, the cherry brightening every so often as she took a drag. The more I watched her silhouette as we talked and smoked, the more I got to thinking that a fuck would be a nice addition to the evening. With Jason and his girlfriend in the other room, however, I didn't see that happening.
Lisa pitched her cigarette out the window and sat down next to me on the couch. I smiled at her. "They're probably going to be in there for a little while."
"Probably," she said, and we both began to kiss each other. Long, open-mouthed making out, I bit her neck and squeezed those huge beautiful tits of hers. This was fun, really; it was nice to get involved in something like this where we could both just get out whatever we'd been storing up, without future repercussions.
She pulled away. "God, I want you," she said. "I wish we had somewhere to go."
"I know," I said, and pulled her back in for more of those kisses. We kept going at it, and she started to move her hands down into my lap, grabbing at my crotch like she could pull my dick through the jeans. It wasn't happening.
"We have to do something about this," I said in between kisses. She nodded her agreement and started kissing my neck. It was at that time that I started getting extremely randy; in a flash, I pulled up her shirt, yanked up her bra, and dived in to suck one beautiful nipple into my mouth. She gasped.
"Is that what you wanted?" I murmured from her chest as I toyed with the left nipple and sucked on the right.
"YESsssss..." she hissed as she clutched the back of my head. I sat up and pulled her shirt back down. My head spun as I did a quick assessment of the situation. Roommate's bedroom: no. Her car: no. My car? Not a chance -- not enough room.
The bathroom. It was the only viable option. If we were to have sex in the lounge, Jason and/or Cassie could easily walk out and catch us in the act, and that was simply not going to happen.
I stood up and led Lisa by the hand into the bathroom and shut the door. It was dark, but I knew the layout: two stalls, two sinks, and a shower. I laid down on the floor and pulled her on top of me. It was not the most comfortable situation, but it would have to do.
