Will He Catch Us?

Trisha grunted in irritation under Jimmie's weight as she helped him lurch drunkenly along the sidewalk. He wasn't leaning on her all that heavily, as his roommate, Russ, was supporting him from the other side. But it was still more than Trisha really wanted to do.

Especially because of the giggling. Jimmie was drunk. Staggering drunk. Not a crime in itself. Hell, they had just come from a college party. But he was giggling as he staggered along and that made it much more annoying.

When Trisha and Russ finally managed to get him home, he was barely coherent. Again, not totally his fault. They had been at a party and there had been some drinking games going on. Jimmie was, in spite of being over six feet tall, quite a lightweight when it came to alcohol. And his buddies all knew it.

For some reason they were all picking on him, including Russ, who was at least now helping to get him home. Jimmie, good sport that he was, tried to keep up. He drank everything they sent his way, even long after it was obvious he was past his limit.

Trisha could forgive all that, perhaps. There was no denying that she had been planning on a much different outcome, one that included her getting laid. So she wasn't thrilled when she realized Jimmie wasn't going to be much use to her in that regard tonight. Still, it was a frat party and it wasn't really a surprise. The drunken giggling was a bit chaffing though.

Russ and Trisha wrestled him up the stairs and into his bed. He flopped heavily across it and passed out almost instantly.

"Jesus, what did you guys do to him?" Trisha asked, going around the bed to Jimmie's head, checking to make sure he was okay. "Did you have to beat him up that bad?"

Russ gave a snort of a laugh. "Not like he couldn't say no," he answered with a shrug. Trisha flashed him a look.

Russ was grinning, unconcerned. Hadn't this goon ever heard of alcohol poisoning, Trisha wondered? She turned back to Jimmie and checked him again. What if he got sick? Choked on his vomit or something, she thought? She looked up at Russ again.

Russ was tall, muscular with neatly combed jet black hair. He was wearing a tight fitting tee shirt that showed off his broad chest and impressive biceps. His brown eyes twinkled with mirth at the situation.

Trisha wanted to yell at him, tell him that it was foolish and irresponsible to do this to Jimmie. Jimmie wasn't good at protecting himself from this sort of thing. But Russ wouldn't understand.

He was captain of the lacrosse team. Trisha didn't know much about lacrosse, except that heavily padded men ran around with clubs in their hands crashing into one another. It always made her think of Russ as something of a caveman. That might not be entirely fair, but Trisha couldn't shake the image of him knocking someone to the ground with that same grin on his face and twinkle in his eye.

She turned back to Jimmie. "I guess I better stay here and make sure he's okay," she said.

"Yeah, good idea," Russ said. Something in his tone didn't ring right in Trisha's ear. She turned back to him suspiciously. Sure enough, Russ was leering at her in a way that jocks do when they see a pretty girl and think it's their birthright to have her. Trisha snorted derisively at his presumption and sat down on the bed beside Jimmie.

But Russ didn't take the hint. He stood there, staring at her. Trisha could feel his eyes crawling all over her. She didn't have to look up to know. She just knew. Undressing her with his eyes, no doubt.

Trisha was a good looking woman and she knew it. She was five foot eight with an hourglass figure, nice full C-cup breasts and a tight round ass. Long, silky black hair fell straight back over her shoulders, nicely framing her delicately featured face, accentuating her prominent green eyes. The guys around campus were always flirting with her, hitting on her. She was used to that.

But the way Russ was looking at her now was different. It didn't frighten her, though she supposed he could easily overpower her if it came to that. No, she didn't feel threatened. She just felt... what was it? Vulnerable, perhaps? She had no idea why she would feel that way, but as she sat there watching Jimmie breathe, feeling Russ's eyes on her, that was what she experienced.

Vulnerability.

Trisha brushed Jimmie's hair back out of his face. He looked completely peaceful in his passed out state. Like he looked when he fell asleep in her bed with his arms around her after passionately making love to her.

"So how about it," Russ asked from behind her. "Wanna make out?"

Trisha turned around sharply, a strong rebuke on her tongue. But before the words came out, she saw Russ was pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his chest and abs. And they were impressive, to be sure.

But they weren't so impressive that he had any right to expect Trisha to just jump into his arms! Even if she wasn't dating anyone, let alone someone who was in the same room with them now!

Okay, maybe if she was single, those firm pecs and washboard abs would have enticed her. Maybe even enticed her enough to forgive his arrogance. But Jimmie was laying right here beside her! This was his roommate, his friend! And Russ was hitting on his girlfriend as Jimmie lay passed out in the same room!

Of course, there was something deliciously naughty about that, Trisha conceded to herself. Something soooo wrong that it was actually appealing in some twisted way. What if she were to make out with Russ, right there in the same room? It was scary how much appeal that idea suddenly had to her.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Russ crossed the room and sat down on his own bed, which was less than fifteen feet from Jimmie's. He patted the bed beside him, indicating Trisha should join him.

Trisha shook her head, a bemused smile on her face. She looked back down at Jimmie, but paying more attention to the way Russ's eyes bored into her. She took a breath, willed the smile from her face and turned to look up at him.

She was planning to explain that there was just no way she would do anything with him, especially right now with Jimmie passed out in the same room. But when her eyes met his, something changed. There was something in his gaze, like he knew something. Something about her that she didn't know herself.

Again, she felt that strange vulnerability. Not threatened. Just... vulnerable.

"He's not going to wake up," Russ said simply, as if that was the only thing holding Trisha back. Again he patted the bed. Trisha took a long look at Jimmie, then looked back up at Russ.

There was no denying the excitement she was feeling. The idea of making out with another man with her boyfriend passed out next to them was turning her on. It didn't make sense. It didn't seem like something that she would do, let alone enjoy. Yet she felt an acute tingling in her belly that told her she was on the edge of giving in.

It was totally irrational!

Russ was hot, she admitted to herself. Sure, he was a bit full of himself, but this campus was overrun with guys who thought the world revolved around them. Russ really wasn't all that different than the average guy here in that respect. At least he had the looks to back it up.

But it was a bit presumptuous of him, wasn't it? To sit there and pat the bed like she should be eager?

Well, it did kinda rub her the wrong way in one respect, but the situation as a whole, making out with Russ with Jimmie passed out in the next bed, was starting to overpower any aversion to his arrogance.

She looked up at Russ, their eyes meeting for a long time. It seemed pretty obvious which way she was leaning. He could surely sense it. Russ was hot and the situation was even hotter. Trisha gave a look down at Jimmie, a cruel smile curling the corners of her mouth. Then she got up and crossed the room to Russ's bed and sat down beside him.

Russ wasted no time. He turned toward her, put a hand on her thigh and bent down to put his lips on hers. Trisha tipped her head back and put her lips to his as a shiver ran up her leg where his hand touched her. Then Russ's lips were pressed against hers in a surprisingly passionate kiss. His lips parted, dancing over hers, nibbling then pressing again in a way that took Trisha's breath away. She never expected him to be such a good kisser.

Then his fingers were stroking the back of her neck, slipping though her silky black hair and caressing her, sending tingles up and down her spine. Another passionate kiss, then his mouth slipped down to her chin, then her neck. She tipped her head back, offering the delicate flesh of her throat to him as she felt his hand slip farther up her thigh. He kissed to the base of her throat then ran his tongue back up to her mouth, covering her lips with his once again.

Through the hair hanging down over her eyes, Trisha took a quick look in Jimmie's direction. He was still out. Russ's lips continued their caress of hers, his tongue now slipping in and out of her mouth. The combination of his kisses combined with the sight of Jimmie laying there was really making Trisha wet.

God, it was so wrong! What would Deanna and Jill say if they could see her now? They'd probably be appalled. Jimmie was such a sweet guy and they both genuinely liked him. They would be mad at her, probably call her a slut or something similar.

Somehow that thought only made Trisha's pussy throb with heat and wetness.

When Russ's hand slipped up from her leg to cup her breast, Trisha moaned softly. As his hand kneaded her, the wetness between her legs grew. So did the passion with which she returned his kisses. Now Trisha was pushing her tongue into Russ's mouth, sucking and nibbling at his lips. She really hadn't expected making out with him to be this good.

Her hand dropped into his lap, immediately feeling the sizable bulge growing there. She rubbed and squeezed his stiffening member through his shorts, causing him to grow still more.

Trisha was so turned on right now. She hadn't really thought about it before she sat beside Russ, but where was this going? Were they just going to make out, get each other totally wound up and then stop? Maybe she had assumed that originally, but now... now it didn't seem possible to just stop.

Russ's hand dropped from her breast and returned to her thigh, higher up this time. His fingers reached under her shorts and up to the wet patch on her panties. She spasmed involuntarily as his fingers brushed her through the soaked fabric. She squeezed his hard cock through his pants in return. God, how could they... how could she just stop now?

She cast another glance at Jimmie, still motionless on the bed. Was she really going to do something with Russ? With Jimmie right there? The thought got her heart racing. Heat filled her belly, sending a wave of tingles through her.

A few more minutes of kissing and Russ's finger stroking her through her panties and Trisha was almost out of her mind with desire. But it wasn't just because it felt so good. It was because she could feel herself getting closer to the point where this was going to happen... with Jimmie in the same room. Her body lurched again at the thought.

"Take it out," she said softly to Russ, giving him another squeeze through his pants. Another quick glance at Jimmie. There was no doubt that his presence was what was making the situation this exciting. This enticing.

Russ unzipped his short and, standing, pushed them and his underwear to the floor. He sat back on the bed, his hard cock standing up against his incredible abs. He was pretty well hung, Trisha saw. At least seven or eight inches and good and thick too. His blood-infused head seemed to be straining toward her.

Trisha reached out and wrapped her hand around his meaty shaft. Touching it sent another surge through her. It was a such a nice cock. But that wasn't why she was getting so aroused, was it? No, it was Jimmie laying passed out across the room that was driving her insane with lust.

It was so wrong to handle another man's cock anyway, but to do it with her boyfriend passed out in the same room was ridiculously wrong. Why was she getting such a thrill out of it? She didn't even really like Russ all that much and now? She was what? About to give him a hand job? Or a blow job? Maybe even fuck him because of this twisted urge to do it with Jimmie right there? Was Russ getting the same perverse thrill out of this that she was?

Trisha stroked his cock slowly, firmly, amazed at how thick and hard it felt in her hand. She was almost trembling with excitement that had little to do with Russ's manhood. She couldn't help glancing back and forth between her hand around Russ's cock and Jimmie. Each time seemed to send her further into her frenzy of excitement. All Jimmie had to do was open his eyes. There was no way Trisha could hide what she was doing if he did. She looked at Jimmie for a long moment, almost expecting him to awaken. When he continued to slumber, she turned back to look at Russ and her hand.

A big bead of precum had formed at the tip of Russ's cock. Trisha stared at it for a moment, feeling its almost magnetic effect on her lips and tongue. A moan escaped her as she leaned down and licked it away. She turned immediately to see if Jimmie's eyes were open. They weren't, of course, but the sight of him, the knowledge that he could have been looking at her, could have seen her putting her tongue to his roommate's cock....

Trisha's heart was racing, her hands almost shaking with adrenaline. She bent down again and ran her tongue around the top of Russ's cock several times. Her body felt on the verge of overload. Her eyes closed and her body shuddered over and over as she licked and lapped at Russ's cock. Russ moaned appreciatively, something that usually stirred her loins. But this time it was the thought of Jimmie that was making Trisha so wet.

Then Russ's hand was on the back of her head, pushing her down. Not hard or forceful, but enough that Trisha should have been annoyed. She never liked a man pushing her like that. But the idea that Jimmie might be watching... might have opened his eyes in time to see his roommate shove his girlfriend's head down on his cock.

Trisha's lips parted and she gradually gave into the pressure Russ was applying, taking him in, inch by inch. Oh God! What was she thinking? She had another man's cock in her mouth! It was so, so wrong! What kind of nasty little slut was she? Where were her morals? Her values? How could she do this?

All of those thoughts swirled around in her head like a hurricane, but they couldn't compete with the raw arousal she was feeling as Russ's thick member pushed her jaw open. Trisha bobbed slowly, her tongue caressing his swollen vein, her body flushed and trembling.

The pressure on the back of her head relaxed. Russ had pushed her this far, past the point of no return. As Trisha's lips slid up and down his shaft, Russ let out a moan. Not a particularly quiet one. Her eyes flew open and she looked over at Jimmie. He hadn't moved. But, Trisha realized in another flood of wetness, she hadn't stopped sucking Russ's cock to check. She was bobbing even as she looked over where her man was passed out! Shit! What if he had heard Russ? If he had opened his eyes, only to see her looking and still sucking?

Another jolt of tingles and heat radiated out from her loins, filling her whole body. Why was this so hot for her? Was she really that much of a slut?

They were both sitting at the edge of the bed and the way Trisha was twisting and bending over wasn't particularly comfortable. But it did position her perfectly so that every time she opened her eyes, she was looking right at Jimmie.

"Ah, yeah, that's it," Russ said, moaning again and, again, not being too careful about being quiet. "Suck it like that." Trisha should have been a little worried about Russ being so loud, but it was electrifying her, the idea that he might wake Jimmie. Was Russ doing it on purpose? Did he really want Jimmie to wake up and see Trisha sucking his cock? She moaned around his shaft and bobbed faster on him.

Oh, God! What was she doing? Trisha was sucking the cock of a guy she didn't even really like because it turned her on to be doing it with her boyfriend passed out in the same room! Did she actually want Russ to cum in her mouth? If the speed and intensity of her sucking were any indication, then the answer was a resounding "YES!"

The sudden realization as to how far she was willing to go sent a warm tingly feeling all through her body. She opened her eyes and, without slowing at all, cast a glance at Jimmie. The sight of him lying there so peacefully, so close by, as Trisha was about to taste another man's sperm....

Her whole body shuddered and trembled with a fresh burst of warm tingling. Another moan, louder this time, escaped from her. She had to pause in her sucking to let it out. Then she resumed her rapid bobbing on Russ's shaft.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Russ responded, still seeming to be talking a lot louder than he should. "You fuckin' love sucking cock, don't you, Trisha?" He seemed to emphasize her name, say it just a little louder. God, he really was trying to wake up Jimmie, wasn't he? She peeked out the corner of her eye again to verify Jimmie was still out.

He was. But the thought that he might have heard Russ say her name like that... her pussy was soo damned wet just imagining the look on Jimmie's face.

The truth was, Trish didn't really get that into sucking cock. Sure, it was fun and she loved the way Jimmie responded to it. But that had nothing to do with why this was so hot right now. And she certainly didn't like the way a guy like Russ thought every girl on campus should want to go down on him. No, she would never suck a caveman like Russ just for his sake.

This was all about being a slut with her boyfriend right there, where at any moment, he could roll over and see Trish's silky black hair pooled in another man's lap and her lips spreading her saliva all over another man's erect cock. The thought of what an awful shock it would be to Jimmie made her pussy throb so hard that for a moment she thought she was going to cum.

"Why don't you take your shorts off and let me fuck you, Trish?" Russ said, his voice echoing all around the room. How the hell was Jimmie not hearing him? Not waking up? Trisha paused for a second, slipping Russ from her mouth. She shook her head and then resumed sucking him.

She wasn't going to let Russ fuck her. It was bad enough that he had somehow gotten her to go this far. She knew without a doubt she was going to regret it in the morning, if not tonight. The idea of his cock being inside her was just... just...

Trisha peeked over at Jimmie again. What if Russ made her cum so hard she couldn't be quiet? What if her screams of ecstasy woke Jimmie? The heat and wetness in her pussy multiplied again.

"Come on," Russ said. "You can bend over the bed and let me fuck you from behind. That way you can look right at him." Trish's body spasmed involuntarily at Russ's last words. Russ knew. He knew why she was doing this. He knew why it was so hot for her.

And he knew how to use that to persuade her, didn't he?

Trisha let him slip from her mouth as she sat up. Russ was looking right into her eyes and smirking. She had to look away. Oh, God! She was soo turned on that she knew she couldn't stop. This arrogant bastard knew it too. He was going to take her. Worse, she was going to let herself be taken by him. All because she was getting some perverse thrill out of cheating on Jimmie while he was passed out in the next bed.

Trisha's eyes went to Jimmie, then back to Russ's cock, shiny with her saliva. There was no going back, was there? Russ could already go tell all his lacrosse buddies about how Trisha gave him head. That she was a nasty little cocksucker who not only went down on him, but did so with her boyfriend passed out drunk in the same room.