Doug Jenkins wandered through the library in search of a place to sit and study. He found an empty armchair and sat down, opening his history book and beginning his assignment. Several hours later, after he had finished all of his work and the library was closing, he got up and stretched. As he stood, he saw a purse in the chair across from him, but knew that no one had been sitting there the whole time he had been there. He picked it up and thought, “Someone must have left this. I’ll bring it back to my room and find the person tomorrow.” He tucked it into his backpack and headed back to his dorm room.
Meanwhile, in her room, Katie Kennedy was searching all around for her pocketbook. She said to herself, “Oh, great! My drivers license, my credit cards, AND my school ID were in there, I can’t believe I lost it!” After satisfying herself that she was not going to find it in her room, that it indeed was lost, she went to bed, resolving to retrace her steps in the morning.
Doug opened the purse and began to look through it, searching for evidence of whom it might belong to. He opened the wallet, which was tan plaid, and saw inside her drivers license – Katie A. Kennedy, 5’6”, brown hair, blue eyes, he read. He looked at her picture approvingly – she was hot!
He went to his computer, sat down, and accessed the student directory online. He found her number, picked up his phone, and dialed her. She picked up, “Hello?”
“Katie?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“My name is Doug Jenkins, I found your purse in the library yesterday.”
“Oh, you did? That’s great! Do you have it?”
“Yes, I have it right here with me.”
“Oh, awesome! I’d do anything to get it back, there’s some really important stuff in there!”
“How do you want me to get it to you?”
“Why don’t you come over to my room, Wood 133, around 7 tonight?”
“Great! See you then.”
“Bye!”
Dave hung up the phone, thinking about her sexy, sultry voice. He replayed her words in his head: “I’d do anything to get it back…” Suddenly he came up with an idea, and he couldn’t wait to go over to her room that evening. He began counting the hours until he could meet her in person.
That evening…
At 7:00 exactly Katie heard a knock on her door. She had found herself strangely thinking about the conversation she had had with Doug all day long, and as she went to the door she found herself straightening her skirt and running her fingers through her hair. She opened the door and looked up into the face of a 6’1” tall man, her age, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a sturdy, muscular frame.
She invited him in and turned away to let him enter. His eyes followed her, loving how she was even more perfect than he had pictured – her waist was tiny, her ass perfect, her brown hair silky and smooth, her eyes soft and endearing. She looked at him and flashed him a smile that nearly made him melt as she sat on her bed, motioning for him to sit on her desk chair across from her. He took his seat and as she crossed her legs he got a great view of her smooth white thighs. She asked, “Do you have my purse?” while uncrossing and recrossing her legs, making him swallow hard before answering. He said, “Yes, I have it…”
“Well?” she questioned, her skirt sliding away to reveal several more inches of her creamy skin. He gulped and in one move knelt in front of her, his hand tracing a path along her calf up to her exposed thigh, “Oh God, you are so hot – even hotter than I imagined – I don’t think I want to give your purse back just yet.”
“Oh really?” she asked, this time purposely exposing even more of her leg, giving him a peek at her purple thong panties.
He groaned and shook his head. “Definitely not.” “Hmmm,” she said, flirting with him, “What do I have to do to get it back then?” He moaned softly again. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to answer that question.”
She purred, “What if I do want you to?” He paused and finally said, “Well, it seems to me that after this I just can’t leave you your purse without you giving me a piece of your gorgeous little self.”
She smiled sexily, taking his hand from her thigh, moving it around in to feel her ass and then sliding it back to her thigh. “God, I don’t usually do this but something about you is just making me so hot…”
Doug leaned in and captured her lips with his, kissing her soft, sensuous mouth. Katie’s fingers twined in his hair as his arms wrapped around her, still kneeling at the side of her bed. He straightened up and pushed her back, laying her down on the bed and moving next to her, pressing up against her.
She giggled – a soft, throaty laugh that drove him wild, and purred, “Wow, I can feel that somebody is really enjoying himself!”
He laughed self-consciously until she pressed herself into him, letting her fingers barely trace over the outline of his cock, saying, “Mmmm don’t be embarrassed, I think it’s hot!”
He moved back to kissing her, letting his hands wander freely under her shirt as she did the same to him, playing with the waistband of his pants, unbuckling his belt and scratching her fingernails over his stomach. He pulled off her shirt and unhooked her white satin bra, then let his lips attach to her nipples as she arched her back and moaned. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, slipping it off him and tossing it to the floor as he kissed her. Her moans were driving him crazy – her sexy voice and gorgeous, pouty, pink lips were making him want her more and more. He removed his mouth from her nipple and growled, “I don’t think I can give you your purse back unless you take care of this big problem I seem to be having with that sexy mouth of yours,” as he guided her hand down to his cock.
Her eyes widened as she responded eagerly, pushing him over until he was on his back. She stood up over him and untied her wraparound skirt, letting it fall, explaining, “Lets me move easier.”
She straddled him and kissed her way down his chest and stomach, letting her tongue trace the hairs that led to the waistband of his pants. She unbuttoned his khakis and slowly lowered the zipper, then moved down to his feet and, after taking off his shoes, pulled off his pants and socks too. His boxers barely contained his bulge, and she ran her tongue up his legs under the fabric and then all around under the waistband before finally, dying to see his cock, she lowered the shorts and threw them behind her.