Jane liked living in a Dutch student dorm. Looking at American movies it was so weird they tried to separate the sexes. Afraid people would go bunnies with each other. The architect of her building hadn't understood. He had planned a day care centre in the large basement of the facility. A city with a large female student population, and a new sexual freedom obviously meant babies everywhere, right? So when the students arrived they had done what any student would do. It was now a student bar. Contraception was the driving force behind the new sexual movement, making kids far and few between.
There was another reason mixed dorms were not the axis of evil any American parent was thinking. It had to do with a simple unspoken rule.
"You know Josh and Kat right?" Tom asked the group. A few drinks scattered around the table.
"Sure. Are they still shacking up?" Jane asked.
"Oddly specific question. But yeah, they're not together any more."
"Of course that's her question. It's the most obvious thing to talk about," Patricia responded.
"Okay you're right." Tom grabbed another salted potato chip using his long arms. Her climbing buddy had used his length often enough to overtake her. He scratched his sandy brown hair. "You know about the commotion in the courtyard?"
They all had heard something had happened, but no specifics.
"Out with it boy," Jane said. She shook her long red hair with some exasperation. It had been a long evening, watching the last LOTR extended edition.
"Okay okay I'm getting to it. After they moved into the same dorm it started to get sour. Today the TV flew through the window."
The group imagined a TV sailing through a window on the first floor, overlooking the path between the B and C entrances. "That could have done some real damage to anyone below. Flat screens are deceptively heavy."
Tom shook his head. "It was an old CRT. Not even a small one. I still wonder which of them threw it. She's pretty small, and he only has half an arm on the right."
"Jesus."
Jane finished her drink. "That is why the unspoken rules exist." The group nodded in agreement. Again, one of the rules was simple.
DO NOT FUCK WITH YOUR ROOMMATES.
Her dorm had eight people, with an equal amount of men and women. The ninth room was allowed to be used as a common room.
"I think it's late. I'm going to bed," Jane told the group. She was the second tallest in the room.
"One more drink," Tom offered. Tallest and lean.
"No it's late, and I need to get up early in the morning. She got off the couch.
"You're right. I'll follow your example," Tom said.
They had some more small talk while brushing teeth. "Tomorrow climbing again?" Tom asked her when they were about to enter their own rooms. The doors were opposite of each other in the ugly brick hallway.
"Sure. After climbing I do want to go out. Hope you'll join."
"Always," he said, going into his room.
Alone in her own room she took off her pants. Her underwear was chosen to be invisible under her pants. The straps that held it in place barely visible. She removed her shirt and unclasped her bra without much fanfare. In front of the mirror she looked at herself. Tomorrow she would go out and use those green eyes. Together with her party dress she could draw in someone and quench her desires. It was hard to be single.
She didn't lament Tom as her roommate. If he wasn't her roommate they could definitely fool around. Then again, she had plenty of fish in the sea.
She threw on a sleeping shirt and slipped under the covers. The warm touch of her hands on her thighs made her aware of what she wanted to do. She resisted the urge.
Tomorrow,
she thought.
Tomorrow you'll sate that desire, but with a person.
She tossed and turned a few times before she fell asleep peacefully.
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Jane must have been close to waking, suddenly realising the door was opened. Sleepily she opened an eye as she heard the door click shut again.
The darkness revealed a tall figure. It could only be Tom. After a moment more she realised he was naked. She didn't really pay it any heed though. "Tom? What are you doing here?" she asked sleepily.
"Hmm. Hmmm," he mumbled something in response.
He walked to the bed, feeling his way around as he did so. Jane assumed night blindness from the hallway lights. He stood naked over her, his cock definitely half hard. The light bouncing in from a street lamp outside did show his budding muscles on an otherwise flat belly. "Tom, what do you want. You couldn't sleep?"
"Beautiful flowers," she thought he mumbled. He lifted the sheet and crawled beside her. Then he enclosed her in a hug facing each other.
Jane allowed it, wanting to sleep more. In a hug would be nice. She just trusted Tom. Both their bodies were at rest. She felt sleep tugging at her again.
His hands moved along her back, creasing the fabric. A gentle, nice caress. The blanket of sleep was a great wave, ready to engulf her.
His hands explored down, their warmth radiating onto her largest muscle. Instead of being engulfed by sleep she floated back to the top. The giant of sexual frustration that slumbered within her was rousing with it.
"Tom we really should sleep," Jane muttered, not moving so not to lose the sleepy feeling. His rough hands were deft as they rounded her ass, tightening where the legs met. She was pulled in tighter, and became acutely aware of the shirt trapped between their bodies. How more of his heat was transferred to her belly, to her breasts. The giant wasn't sleeping any more. She felt a familiar tingling sensation in her belly. She tried to ignore it with all her might.
His hands slid under her shirt, moving over her back. She squirmed, trying to move as little as possible, trying to get out of his arms. All it served to do was allowing her shirt to be pulled up. It folded uncomfortably, seat belting one breast from halfway, ending at the bottom of the other.
Even so she felt the flood of horny feelings rush in her skin. Her hips pressed ever so slightly harder into his, feeling all his hot flesh. She stopped it when she couldn't stop noticing it. She took a deep breath, trying to vent it all out. It didn't work. She decided to take the big step. Jane turned around in his arms, giving him her back. She pulled down her shirt as well. That should serve as enough signal that this was over.
The straps of her underwear certainly didn't feel invisible as his hands started there, slipping under her shirt again. It pulled the fabric up again, before his body spooned her. His breath hot in her hair as he nuzzled her neck. Down below she could feel his hard cock, the skin soft, as if a rock had been put into satin.
Jane hoped the shirt would keep him at bay, his questing hands sliding over her skin with a definite goal in mind. It was caught between their bodies, restricting it from going up too far. Despite it all she liked it, her hope that he would get the message battling with her hope he would grab her more indecently than he already did.
Warm fingers made it to the bottom of her breasts regardless, making a mockery of her shirt. It tightened uncomfortably on her breasts again, his fingers tightening it further as they tried to get in between the fabric and her well rounded skin. She let it go on a minute longer before she overcooked from frustration. The shirt came off, though she found she couldn't pull it over her head in the tangled mess they were.
Freedom. She exhaled deeply, indulging in the feeling of his hands exploring her exposed breasts. Her ass moved into him with a slow rhythmic grind as she let all her inhibitions go. She hadn't decided on anything yet, except that they would horndog to their hearts content. With her free arm she caressed his side with an awkward angle.
In the long minutes that followed she let her motor run high. Sighing her relief as he touched her. A drawn out wrestling match in slow motion, tugging and pushing on each others bodies, his breath deep and excited in her ear.
One hand suddenly moved down, and she opened her legs on automatic pilot. The climbers hand was strong as he enveloped her underwear, the strength applied with such control. Thanks to the pressure she could feel how wet she was, and wasn't able to lie about it to him any more. Her grinds against his hips were only so she could grind into his hand after. Her sigh had a sliver of a moan before she could control it.
His cock gladly accepted the space created by her open legs, and she aided by sidling up his body, allowing him to rake at her underwear. His hand grabbed her thigh, assisting in her spread. It felt like a pleasure rack, her body constrained by an arm that contained her breasts, a hand holding her legs open and hot iron sliding along the wetness that flowed easily though her underwear.
That underwear was all that stood between them, and Jane wanted to feel more. The moment she pushed the underwear to the side she felt the raw skin on skin contact she was yearning for. She heard the tip skidding along her wet lips as much as she felt it. It caught several times on the edge of her depth, glancing out to her pleasure when more force was applied.
"Can you grab a condom?" she breathed to him. Within certain student populations it was known some STD's roamed freely, and you never knew when it jumped ship.
"There were many at the market," Tom said, grinding with her.
Even though he didn't grab a condom, she felt amazing. Tight in an embrace, and a nipple played with she felt loved. The thought of his naked member sliding so precariously along her wetness made the horny circle complete. She let him do whatever, ready to reprimand him if he did more than light catching on her entrance.
Why doesn't he get the condom?
she thought with frustration. Desire overwhelmed her, minutes of the embrace taking a toll on her.
