I was starting the second year of university, after barely managing to be able to scrape through and pass my first year. An excess of partying and other activities associated with student life developed into a poor attendance and performance record and it was no surprise that my guidance councillor made numerous threats to thrown me off my course unless my grades and attendance greatly improved this year.
I was on a degree course with an old friend, Katy, a girl I had met when I started college and who I instantly hit it off with and we became close friends. I would be lying if I was to say that my initial intentions were to be more than plutonic, but she made it clear from the start that she had a boyfriend and that we were only friends. Katy was a very polite and well-mannered girl, from a wealthy family and a strict upbringing. She was also stunningly beautiful tall leggy blond with hazel eyes and a slim body that every one of my girlfriends to date had envied and accused me of touching at some point or another, something that I had never had the chance of doing.
Although she made a point of making it known she had a boyfriend I quickly found out after we became friends that she was in fact in the middle of the death throes of her long-term relationship. However by the time it messily ended we had, much to my annoyance, entered the friend zone, the place where two members of the opposite sex become extremely close without sex getting in the way. Yes, it's a female thing; I would have quite easily slept with Katy given half a chance.
When we finished college I enrolled at a local university, Katy jumped onto my course just as it was about to begin. She had vowed to leave education after college and get a full time job with her father's accountants firm but at the last minute decided to give the university thing a go. The excessive partying in our first year was mainly down to her influence; Kat, as I had affectionately come to know her, had become a party animal. We would drink in bars most afternoons then go to clubs and the student union bar until the early hours of the next morning, sometimes ending up at stranger's houses, or each others, not sleeping until noon if we slept at all. It was no surprise then, that Katy had been warned about improving her performance as well.
This was a far cry from the Kat that I first met at college who was an A student and although not whiter than white that she would never have been on an academic warning. It was after she had gone through her break up from her long-term boyfriend that she drastically changed, along with the excessive partying she also began having various one night stands and doing things I would never have thought she would do. She would meet guys on night outs and have sex with them in the toilets or in dark corners, or if she didn't have sex with them she would bring them off either manually or by a blow job. All of this she would tell me the next day, or in some instances straight afterwards pointing the lucky bastard out to me. After hearing these tales I would go straight to my current girlfriend and bang the shit out of her or in periods of being single, go home and jerk off.
Because, despite her new relaxed attitude towards casual sex, Kat still treated me like her best friend, although she didn't mind me seeing her half dressed or in states of undress on the odd occasion we would sleep in the same room together or when she would get changed in my dorm. However, I never actually got to see anything of interest, bra and panties stuff mainly, which was still enough to give me visions for the wank bank for later.
So due to the threats from our guidance councillors we both decided to settle down and actually attend lectures and turn up to seminars in our second year, no matter how boring they were. Kat came up with an idea that would enable us to still both carry on partying and manage to attend our lectures and seminars as well. We would sit towards the back of our lecture theatres and take turns staying awake, one of us would make notes while the other slept. It was on a particular boring lecture-riddled day after an especially hard night of partying that our friendship finally left the Friend Zone.
We had been to an all-night party at a friend's new place, Kat had partied quite hard, dancing on a table in her underwear at one point ( a party trick she was doing more often now, to no red blooded guys complaint) and then passing out drunk a couple of times before waking to drink more. I was quite amazed that she actually turned up to our morning lecture dressed in jeans and a cut off T-Shirt sporting shades, even hung over she still managed to look smoking hot. Her long hair tied back in a ponytail, low cut T-shirt showing generous toned midriff and I knew just by looking at her as she huffed and sat next to me that I was going to be staying awake in all our lectures today. Our first lecture was a subject that bored me to death and I was hoping for a brief moment that Kat would take notes in this one, I was wrong, as soon as the lecturer walked in and said hello she curled up over two seats and started to fall asleep with her head resting on my leg in her usual position; using the top of my leg as a pillow.
I started to concentrate on what the lecturer was saying and took some notes until Kat mumbled and complained something about not being comfy enough and she snuggled further up so that her head was almost in my lap. Now I was wearing my usual hung over clothes; loose tracksuit bottoms and a jogging top, thus there was definite contact with her lovely blond head, and my now twitching prick. I was contemplating gently moving her away but when I looked down I was given the most perfect view right down her T-shirt, it was low cut to begin with but had now sort of fell open at the front due to her position. She was bra less.
All the times frustrated at only seeing her half-dressed before I was now happily making up for it, staring endlessly at her perfect milky orbs taking in every detail, to top the moment off one of her nipples was now hard and digging lightly into my leg. The view and situation suddenly all become too much to handle and my cock started to harden, my moment of unrestrained voyeurism was now going terribly wrong. My prick was growing quickly and bursting to be released, I tried to reposition my groin but her head was half on my lap and there was no way to avoid the inevitable. Before I knew it I was rock hard and I could feel the pressure of an obstruction on my cock head, it must have been poking against the side of her face. She must have felt it because she kept stirring and adjusting her position, never too much because I kept catching glimpses of her beautiful bare cleavage down her top which in turn added fuel to my straining member.
