I am waiting outside my dorm for you, early in the morning hours. I know that it is against the rules to sneak a guy in, and if caught I could loose my RA job, but I don't care about that. What makes it so arousing is the danger of being caught.
Soon, I see your car come easing up the road, and I walk to where you park your car. I am there as you open the car door and feel your arms engulfing me in its warm embrace, as well as your lips on my forehead. I lean up, and kiss you gently yet insistently and feel your response to my kiss.
I take your hand and lead you to the side door, take a quick look, and lead you up the stairs that is next to my room. I open the door quietly, and let you in. The room is lit with candles of various sizes, their different smells lingering in the air. I had set up a pallet on the floor, as my bunk beds are too small.
Soft music fills the room, and I feel your hands move to my shoulders. I feel them move up to my hair, and feeling the familiar wetness begin below I make a soft sigh of pleasure. I can feel your lips on the nape of my neck, making me shiver. Then you remove the clip that holds the long blonde hair up, and brush it with your fingers. My mouth opens slightly as I sigh again.
I turn around and look up at your eyes in the dim candlelight, seeing them glitter with desire and passion. My eyes are locked with yours as you lean down slowly and begin to place kisses at one corner of my mouth, then the other corner. My eyes close voluntarily as I feel your soft full lips take possession of mine and I wrap my arms around your neck.
I feel your hands move over my back and over my sides. You then move back, remove your jacket, and toss it carelessly on the bottom bunk of my bed, then take mine off to join yours on the bed. Again I am in your arms, and your lips on mine again, only now taken with passion.
I move my hands up over your sweater, feeling the muscles ripple underneath my hands. Moving up, my hands cradle your face as I return your passionate kiss, moving onto your hair. Your hands, run up my sweater to the warm skin of my back, the coldness of them making me gasp against your mouth. Feeling your hands tug at the clasp of my bra, I move my hands to help you. I step back, and look at you as I reach down and pull off my sweater. I then remove my bra, noticing your eyes darken as they see my breasts and the tightened nipples.