Small World 7

Wednesday Evening

On another college campus a couple of hours away, a twenty-year-old female student was walking across the open grounds known as the Commons or the parade grounds when it started to rain. The student union building was on one side, the dining hall on another, the library on another, and the administration building on the other. The grounds were intended to be park-like with big shade trees and several little shelters with benches. It was to one of these little shelters that the girl sought refuge just as the precipitation became heavier, but not before she was drenched. In the late afternoon, the inclement weather also hastened darkness.

She had been on her way to the dining hall for dinner, so she sat on a bench to ride out the storm, alone in the shelter. Suddenly, someone came flying over the bench on another side. The male came to a stop in the middle of the shelter. Turning and seeing the stunned expression on the beautiful girl's face, he was quick to apologize.

"Sorry to frighten you. I was trying to get out of the rain."

"Well, I would hope that's not normally how you make an entrance."

He chuckled, recognizing her in the waning light. "Melanie, right."

"It's actually Melanie

Brooks,"

she said with a smirk, "not Melanie Right."

"And she does comedy," he remarked. "I didn't know the University offered a degree in that."

"Now who's

trying

to be funny, Burt."

"So, we know each other."

"I don't

know

you; I

recognize

you."

Burt nodded to acknowledge her correction. Even though it was darker, there was still enough light for him to see her white t-shirt-like top was so wet it became see-through revealing what looked like a sexy bra. "So, we were in a journalism class together last semester. Is that your major?"

"No. Meteorology."

That surprised him. "You want to be a weather girl on TV?"

"No, I don't."

"Really? You're very attractive. Would probably have good on-air appearance."

"Thanks, but I'd rather stay behind the scenes." Melanie shivered.

"Then why take a course in journalism? Is that part of the curriculum?"

"No. Report on the weather. More to it than just forecasting."

"I suppose so. The rain is slacking a bit. We can cut through the library and get to my apartment without getting wet, if you'd like to come dry off."

With a smirk, Melanie said, "You tell me I'm attractive and then you invite me to your

apartment?

You think I just fell from the sky with the rain?"

Burt held up his hands. "No, no, no. I have no ulterior motive. Strictly a friendly gesture."

She gave him a cockeyed look. "I guess it would be nice to dry off before going to dinner." Standing, she told him, "I know karate." She didn't really.

"You won't need it."

So, off to his apartment they went. Once in there, Burt directed her to the bathroom. He grabbed her a robe.

"You can hang your clothes on the shower rod if you like."

"Thanks." In the bathroom, Melanie removed her clothes and found her underwear to be wetter than she'd thought. She pondered whether to remove her bra and panties and picked up the robe as though to study it. Questioning her own wisdom, she took off her undergarments and donned the robe. After a deep breath, she exited the bathroom only to find the apartment empty. "What the . . ."

He invites me here and then he

disappears,

Melanie wondered. Now, what do I do? She went into the kitchen and found a Diet Pepsi in the refrigerator. She helped herself to it while deciding what to do.

However, the decision was made for her when the door opened, and Burt returned with a large grocery bag. "Hope you like meat loaf. That was the special tonight."

"You went to get us dinner?"

"That's where you were headed, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"So was I."

Well, so far, Melanie had Burt pegged all wrong. He was turning out to be quite a nice guy. He brought her a plate with the meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. "Thank you. This will be just fine."

Handing her the plate, Burt noticed that the robe was, of course, tied at her waist, but up top it was open enough to show some alluring cleavage, and below it opened to show a nice pair of crossed legs. "That robe looks much better on you than it ever did on me."

"Thanks. And thank you for your hospitality. But I have to tell you, sitting here with nothing but your robe on is a bit awkward."

"That's

all

you have

on?

The

robe?

I'll never wash it again!" he joked with a grin.

"You're

trying

to be funny again," Melanie accused, lightheartedly.

"This is working out well," Burt said. "I wanted to ask you out when we had the journalism class together last semester, but I didn't really know you and didn't want to, you know, just come up and ask you out."

"And now?"

"Now. Here you are."

"So?"

"Well, I was wondering—"

"Seriously?

You're going to get shy on me

now?"

"I don't handle rejection well."

"Well, I came to your apartment."

"Yes, you did. So, would you go out with me?"

She let out a big sigh. "I thought you'd never ask." With a chuckle, she said, "Yes, I will."

Just then, there was a loud crash of thunder, followed by a bolt of lightning that lit up the room, followed by heavy rain.

"Aw, hell!" Melanie swore.

"Yeah, I think this rain is good for all night. I checked the weather while waiting for the food."

"How am I going to get home? My apartment is on the other side of the campus."

"You're welcome to stay here," Burt offered.

"You'd just love that, wouldn't you?"

"You can have the bed and lock the door to the bedroom. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"I couldn't do that. I guess I'll take the sofa."

As they ate, Burt asked, "Why meteorology?"

"Well, you know, everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it," she joked.

"What can

you

do about it?"

"Learn to predict it more accurately. And you.

Journalism.

You want to be the next Walter Cronkite?"

"Who?" Burt joked. "Seriously, that would be awesome. But I'm a long way from that. It's something to aspire to, but I'd settle for just being good at what I do at whatever level I do it."

"That's a very mature thing to say. I'm impressed." She really was. Even despite his corny jokes, they were endearing. She actually looked forward to a date with him.

"Want to watch TV?" he asked.

"Yes,"

she agreed eagerly. "The Weather Channel."

"Are you serious?"

"No," Melanie answered giggling. "Put whatever you like on."

So, he found an old episode of

Friends

. While it was on, he picked up the plates and tidied up. It wasn't really that late, but Melanie was tired, and the rain steadily falling lured her to fall asleep slumped on the sofa.

When she became quiet, Burt noticed that she had fallen asleep. He let her sleep while watching a couple more episodes. Finally, he got a blanket, maneuvered her to a supine position on the sofa, quick to cover her back up when the robe flapped open revealing her shaved pussy. He then draped the blanket over her, turned out the lights and went to bed.

Sometime later, a loud crash of thunder awoke Melanie. The following lightning strike lit up the room. A dim light from the kitchen provided enough illumination for her to see that she was lying on the sofa covered with a blanket. She lifted the blanket to see that the robe was intact, and nothing was exposed.

What a gentleman Burt had turned out to be. Another bolt of lightning again lit up the tiny living room. She could see the door to the bedroom from her position and that room did not seem to be affected by that atmospheric electricity. She could also hear Burt's steady breathing, indicating he was likely sleeping soundly.

The lightning and thunder continued to keep her awake. The little sleep she'd gotten so far had done little to ease her fatigue. She tried to ignore the storm and sleep through it. However, the inclement weather did not let up and slumber remained elusive. She got up and looked around as though there was something she could do to change conditions. But of course, mother nature did what she wanted.

Melanie peeked into the bedroom as more lightning and thunder appeared, and though the latter could still slightly be heard, the room did not light up like the living room did. Activating the flashlight on her phone, she quickly panned the room. The window had heavy curtains that kept the lightning out and also acted somewhat as soundproofing. Burt appeared to be sound asleep but was only using half the bed.

Melanie couldn't help but stretch out on the vacant side of the bed. But as soon as she laid down, Burt sat up.

"Melanie?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"I'm a light sleeper. What's wrong?"

"The lightning and thunder—"

"You're going to be a meteorologist and you're afraid of lightning and thunder?"

"I'm not

afraid

of it. It's just louder and brighter in the living room. Do you mind sharing—"

"You want to

sleep

with me?"

She could hear the mirth in his voice. "You're dreaming. Go back to sleep."

As she lay there, Burt's breathing became steady, nor did he move, so she assumed he had fallen back asleep. Apparently, so did she because she awoke a while later to find her leg draped over his. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, and she wondered how she arrived in this position. If he knew it, he showed no awareness. The warmth this closeness provided was comforting, but she tried to gently remove her leg only to discover it was resting on his crotch and she felt his hard cock pulse against her.

It felt sizeable, and once she lifted her leg, she felt aroused, so she took a chance and let her hand drop to feel that erection. His dick pulsed again against her palm, and she involuntarily rubbed it.

He moaned softly, and Melanie wondered if he was awake, though he still had not moved. It had been a while since she'd been with a guy, and suddenly, she had a desire to be with Burt. She stretched her hand over his cock to get a sense of his length and could only imagine what it would feel like inside of her.

Her eyes had adjusted to the dim light, and she could sort of see that he wore sweatpants with a tied waist. She pulled on the strings to untie them.

"What are you doing?" Burt whispered.

With her usual humor, Melanie said, "Something is moving inside your pants. I think it might be a snake."

"Are you sure what you're doing?"

"Yes. Do you want me to stop?

"What are you going to do with the snake?"

"Tame

it."

He had to chuckle. "Nothing worse than a snake on the loose, is there?"

Sitting up once she had the sweatpants undone, she pulled them down a bit to discover he also wore underwear. "You have

underwear

on?"

"Well, I wasn't expecting company."

"Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, taming the snake and all that?"

"You can tame my snake any time. Are you sure?"

"Wouldn't have gone this far if I wasn't." She then pulled both his sweatpants and underwear down and off, then laid down beside him, grabbed his cock, and stroked it "Mmmm, that is very nice."

"Glad you like it. We raise only quality snakes." Burt reached over to pull the belt that was tied around her waist. It easily came undone, and he spread it open to expose her breasts. He fondled the upper one. It was a handful. "Equally as nice." Twisting and raising himself up on his elbow, he leaned in to suck her nipple.

"Mmmm," Melanie moaned. She managed to get her other arm into position to continue stroking his cock while massaging his balls.

Likewise, Burt positioned his hands to be able to feel both tits. He gently rolled her onto her back and knelt with her legs draped over his. He spread the robe out so her body was completely exposed. He continued to caress her boobs. With his cock resting on her pubic bone, he bent over to suck her tits again.

It felt so good Melanie couldn't keep still, squirming as though with some affliction. She forced her hand between them to again latch onto his cock. It felt so powerful in her hand.

It was just as good for him to have a beautiful girl holding his dick and stroking it. He lifted his upper body to remove his t-shirt and remained in this position to enjoy her jerking him.

She then sat up and pushed him onto his back and got up on hands and knees to take that large cock into her mouth.

"Oh,

yes!"

he moaned. Not only did her oral feel wonderful, just watching her lips slide up and down his rod was as stimulating, not to mention she was actually pretty good at it. He allowed it until he feared getting too close to coming, which he didn't want to do this soon. Sitting up, he pushed her into a similar position on her back and went between her legs.

Burt loved eating pussy, and this one was as delectable as any, sweet as sugar. He loved his tongue dancing over every fold and crevice. Dipping it into the honey pot of her hole and even tasting the back door.

"Oh, don't tease me," Melanie begged. "Give me more."

She pulled him up until their lips met. Coincidentally, his cock met her pussy and slid right in.

He felt the vibration of her moan through their kiss. She reached for his hips to start him pumping. Once he did, it was the most divine feeling either could have. Melanie wrapped her arms around Burt and held on for the ride of her life. Who knew the dreary weather would produce such a bright outcome?

Melanie didn't realize how badly she wanted this until it was happening. She'd spent so many of her college days on schoolwork and studying that she really hadn't allowed much time for herself. Not only was Burt good, but he also filled her like no one ever had.

It was so good, she couldn't keep still, and as wonderful as it felt with him on top of her, she wanted the same experience, rolling him over to ride him cowgirl. She bounced on his dick, and alternated rotating her hips so that his cock touched every part inside her. Her head was spinning, it was so good.

For Burt, not only was it a thrill having Melanie come into his bed, but the fact that this was happening at all was amazing given her hesitancy to come to his apartment at all. More than that, she felt wonderful. He loved her being on top, and her pussy caressed his cock like a velvet glove. It was so good; he didn't know how long he could hold out.

Fortunately, as she rode him, she started shivering and whining. Her legs tightened against his hips, and she moved faster until she finally exploded and collapsed on him, still trembling. He held her tightly as though she might fall off.

However, it did not take her long to recover and start riding again. Her goal this time was to get him off. But since he'd already come close twice, it didn't take much for him build back up, particularly seeing what he could of her in the dim light bouncing above him.

"I'm gonna come!" he announced.

Melanie quickly slid down to take him in her mouth just as he unloaded on her tongue. She seemed to swallow it all but coughed a little at the end.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I've just never done that before."

"Why'd you do it now?"

"I was just so aroused, I had to."

"Lucky me."

"Can I still share your bed?" she asked.

"I don't know. How can a guy get any sleep with you? Besides, the snake is still loose in it."

"Well, if it bites me again, I've been warned."

* * *

George's bedroom door swung open. A light sleeper, the slightest rattle awakened him. The silhouette of a shapely female stood in the doorway, a light from somewhere providing illumination.

"Are you awake?" Diane asked.

"I am now," he responded groggily. As she entered, George took a quick glance at his bedside clock. Midnight. She closed the door, but he noticed that she was wearing sleep shorts and a tight t-shirt.

Crawling onto his bed, Diane asked, "What's wrong with me?"

The tone of her question was serious. "Excuse me?"

"What's

wrong

with me?" she repeated in a tone of annoyance.

"What do you mean?"

"You fucked my mother, you fucked Stephanie, you fucked . . . a

stranger.

What's wrong with

me?"

"You said you wanted us to just be

roommates.

You said you weren't looking for a relationship. I respected that. Did I misunderstand?"

With a heavy sigh of resignation, Diane said, "No, but I figured you might try to, you know, make a pass."

"Make a

pass?"

"Yeah, you know, wear me down. I mean, I'm not bad looking, am I?"

"So, you

wanted

me to hit on you?" George asked for clarification.

She shrugged and crossed her legs. "Some

interest

would have been nice."

"Well, after your mother's visit, I was afraid to even talk to you."

"Yeah, she can be a handful."

"Just so you know, I didn't initiate sex with any of the women you mentioned."

"I know. I talked to my mother and Stephanie. I don't care about . . .

the stranger."

"Jessica.

She's in my math class, needed tutoring."

"Wow? You really

taught

her."

"I

told

you; she started it."

"I told

you;

I don't care about

her—

unless you're serious about her."

"No, we actually just met after class."

"So, she really was a stranger?"

"Well, I see her in class all the time, so . . ." Even in the relative darkness, he could see her shaking her head. "So, what do you want from me?" George asked.

Diane leaned in and kissed George on the lips with a hand cupping his face. It was very nice, but lasted only a minute before she backed off. "Sorry."

"You didn't hear me complain. I was attracted to you that first night on the roof top. But I had other things on my mind. And then, when I saw you advertising for a roommate, well, I wasn't even considering leaving the condo, but . . . and then you just wanted to be roommates." He shrugged.

"I was attracted to you also that night. But you were aloof. And then . . . well, I had a friend who got involved with her roommate, and it didn't go well, so I thought maybe if I got to know you first."

"So, have you? Gotten to

know

me?"

"Well, apparently, you're a pretty good fuck. But that's not exactly how I wanted to get to know you, but enough to want to do

this."

They kissed again, this time much longer and more engaged. They both embraced, and as the kiss escalated, they squirmed closer together with Diane lifting herself to sit in George's lap. With her arms around him, she pulled herself closer until she could feel his underwear-covered cock pressing against her shorts-covered pussy. George let his hand roam up her leg inside her pant leg but no farther. The kiss was so animated that they rolled onto their sides.

"Make love to me," Diane whispered.

George didn't think anyone used that phrase anymore, but the fact that Diane did told him that she wanted more than just a roll in the hay. They spent more time kissing than he had probably done in all his previous encounters combined. And as their lips remained locked, they slowly descended to a supine position.

Having now made her desire clear to him, George moved his hand underneath the bottom of her T-shirt, slowly pushing it up her trunk. With her breasts exposed, his lips instantly latched onto her small nipples, sucking them until they were tiny bullets. For some reason, he also enjoyed tasting these nipples more than he had the others, and so, he remained focused on them longer.

Diane moaned and purred from the pleasurable charge his sucking provided. She also wanted to feel those lips on hers again, so she pulled his face to hers. She didn't allow the kiss to last long before pulling back and removing her T-shirt.