Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.
Note: If you haven't read it already, Musical Dorm Rooms β Ch. 01 is the prequel to this story.
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A few weeks after I first suggested that Irene come visit me again at school without her boyfriend Jim, she gave me a call and said that he was going off for the weekend with the boys and wondered if my invitation was still valid. I assured her that it was and knew, based on the circumstances under which it had been offered, that we were both on the same page as far as what we'd be doing if she came to visit. We made plans for her to take the train in on Friday evening and I'd meet her down at Penn Station. For the next couple of days, all I could think about was her petite little body, her perfect ass and those luscious tits that I had surreptitiously felt up the last time she had visited.
I actually had butterflies while waiting for her in the train station but when I saw her, the butterflies went away as the blood headed south. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and a tight top, covered partly by her jean jacket, and carried her backpack on her shoulder. I gave her a big hug and took her backpack as I asked if she wanted to grab something to eat before we headed uptown to the campus. Her reply left no question that she had the same thing on her mind that I had on mine; she said she'd rather go to my dorm and fuck. I smiled and leaned down to kiss her before leading the way to the subway platform. As we waited for the subway to arrive, I told her that I was glad she'd worn a skirt because I wanted to push it up, eat her pussy and fuck her without her even needing to waste the time to take it off. She looked right back at me and said that, actually, she was planning straddle me, pull her panties aside and ride me. I knew I had one hell of a weekend in store for me.
I had to restrain myself from getting too physical with her on the trip back uptown, but we were in my dorm room with the door locked soon enough. I leaned down, my hands going to her waist as we started making out but quickly moving down to her sweet ass. Her arms never even reached up around my neck because she put her hands immediately to work on opening my jeans. Once she had them open and started working them down, she had me lie down on my bed but didn't bother even removing them completely. With my cock standing straight up, she straddled me, raised her skirt, pulled her panties aside and guided my tool to her pussy. We both moaned as she lowered herself onto me, her hot, slippery pussy fully engulfing my throbbing cock. I watched as my cock disappeared below her light brown bush, my hands resting on her thighs, but as she started riding it, I moved my hands up to fondle her tits.
She was still holding her panties aside and her skirt up with her eyes closed and her mouth open enough to let out a soft moan as I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples through her shirt. I took it as a hint when she moved her hands up to untuck her shirt from the waistband of her skirt then put her hands up behind her head, thrusting her chest out. I slipped my hands up under her shirt, feeling the underwire, soft material and lace of her bra as well as her hard nipples again under my palms. Reaching around behind her, I unfastened her bra and slipped my hands up under the cups to feel the soft, smooth flesh. Although I didn't think my cock could get any harder than it was buried deep in her hot, wet pussy, when I actually had my hands on her tits, which I had admired so many times, it sure felt like my cock swelled a bit more. I was so worked up from having thought about this moment for the past few days that I was surprised I'd lasted more than ten seconds with her riding me as hard as she was. She must have been thinking about it a bit herself, because she was so wet and her moaning had quickly gone to being higher pitched and nearly continuous.