Smoke filled the small dorm room, music from a distant party serving as background noise as three friends sat together. With a giggle, Kate passed the bong down the couch to her boyfriend, Shawn. Lying apart from them was Shawnâs roommate Eric, currently unable to move and staring at the ceiling in a state of complete concentration.
âYou donât understand, there are patterns!â Eric said softly.
âHow much have you smoked Eric?â Shawn asked curiously. Staring at the ceiling was a new one for Eric, although he often got stoned.
âNot enough,â came the reply, and Shawn handed him the bong.
Kate stared at both of them and giggled again. Her long blonde hair was matted against the couch cushion as she had begun sliding down the couch the more stoned she became. Shawn grinned at her and she smiled shakily back. She closed her eyes and felt the world slowing pulling her, pressing her against the couch. She giggled again and took a deep breath.
Shawn watched his girlfriend as she sank deeper into the couch cushions. He was sitting on the other end of the couch, watching them both with amusement. They were both totally stoned, and he watched as Eric took another long hit. Eric carefully set the bong aside and then flopped heavily on the floor. Shawn shook his head and carefully edged himself across the couch. Kate blinked at him through bloodshot eyes and held her arms open, as though to embrace him.
âYou all right Eric?â Shawn asked hesitantly.
âIâm fine. Just need to stay here. I might go to sleep,â Ericâs speech was slurred and he mumbled the last half of the sentence into a large pillow he was using.
Shawn grinned and cuddled with Kate for a few minutes. He held her as she lay still comfortably serene in her slightly looped state. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, and she smiled up at him. He carefully eased himself between her and the couch, and then wrapped his arms around her. She moved back, pressing her back firmly against his chest. She held his arms close and closed her eyes again.
Shawn leaned closer again and started nuzzling Kateâs neck, trying to hint towards further desires than cuddling. Kate murmured something incoherent and continued to lie there; she smiled and sighed, but didnât open her eyes.
Shawn waited for a minute and looked down at Eric. He was still lying on the floor, oblivious to almost everything. Shawn decided to ask a little more directly, and moved his right hand to Kateâs chest. He let it rest against her breast and gently squeezed it, and then moving back and forth against the outside of her breast. Kate smiled, but still didnât open her eyes, to Shawnâs surprise.
Now he was a little confused. Normally she would either tell him to keep going, stop, or convey either of those two things with certain body language. She just seemed to lie there, not protesting, but not exactly encouraging. He frowned, and decided to keep going.
He used his index finger only to gently rub across the front of her breast. After a minute he felt her nipple harden, and he focused on that as her smile grew wide. He switched breasts and started working on her other nipple. He alternated toying with each one, until they felt very hard through her thin shirt.
Shawn glanced down at Eric, and content his friend was as good as passed out, he carefully moved his hand down to the bottom of Kateâs shirt and began to lift it up. Kate couldnât help herself, her eyes flew open and she looked pointedly down at Eric. Shawn just grinned, and continued to slide her shirt up over her stomach. Her hand caught his and she looked at him questioningly.
âHeâs passed out,â Shawn whispered confidently.
âWhat if he wakes up?â Kate whispered, her voice sounded high.
Shawn didnât answer, just leaned down and kissed her. She leaned back and rolled her eyes, as if to indicate âwell if we get caught itâs your faultâ.
Shawn reached up her shirt and his hand found one of her hard nipples eagerly waiting. He began to tease it with more force, causing Kate to open her mouth and close her eyes. He leaned down and planted his mouth on her neck, his tongue and lips working the sensitive skin. After several minutes of attention he looked at her face to see if she was enjoying it. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, and she was breathing through her mouth to keep silent.
He shifted his body on the couch and with a sly grin, began to lift up Kateâs shirt. Her eyes darted nervously between him and Eric, but she allowed him to push her shirt up under her arms. He pulled the cloth past her breasts, and stared down at her exposed nipples. The center of her nipples was hard and swollen, and the areola was puffy, eagerly anticipation Shawnâs attention, or so he interpreted. He leaned down and placed his mouth on her nipple, letting his tongue gently push against the hard flesh. Kate watched as he began working on it, but she kept glancing down at Eric, sure that he would look up and catch them. Part of her was hoping he would.
Shawn suckled and toyed with her nipples for several long minutes, much to Kateâs pleasure and discomfort. She could feel her body growing warmer and more aroused with each passing minute. She held Shawnâs head against her chest as he eyes stared down at Eric, and she felt a warm tingling sensation spreading from her chest down to her groin.
Shawn moved a hand down to her pants, and casually unbuttoned the jeans. Kate was thrown into a dilemma of propriety, but Shawnâs patient tongue caressing her nipples was wearing down her resolve.
Shawn reached down into her pants and gently placed his hand against her warm mound. She twitched in pleasure, and Shawn began to gently rub the thin material of her panties against her lips. His middle finger pressed harder, rubbing her swollen lips through the slightly damp cotton.
Kate twitched on the couch as Shawn teased her. Her breaths became shallow and quick as Shawn continued to make love to her nipples with his tongue. Aware that their friend was in the room only served to increase the excitement, and Kate found herself wildly aroused.
As if reading her mind, Shawn glanced down at Eric and frowned slightly. He enjoyed watching Kate squirm, and his now damp hand revealed to him how excited she was becoming, but Shawn now wanted to get off too. If they had been fooling around like normal, they would soon be fucking, but since Eric was asleep on the floor they were constrained to this teasing restraint.
Shawn eased up on Kate, and her breathing began to slow. He grinned at her and she looked up at his face.
âCan we go back to your place?â Shawn asked quietly.
âMy roommateâs sister is in town,â Kate whispered back.
Shawn looked around the dorm room in frustration. His own bed was out of the question, being the top bunk in this very room. He was angry at himself for not thinking ahead, and he looked back down at Kate.
âThe bathroom?â Kate suggested with an expression of disdain.
âThe dividers in the community shower are just curtains, and the stalls would be cramped,â Shawn murmured softly.
âWe could go somewhere,â Kate whispered.
âNeither of us should drive. We could just go to the car,â Shawn said hesitantly.
âSpeaking of cramped,â Kate whispered back with her eyebrows raised.
âI could just get a blanket and we could fool around a little more right here,â Shawn said with a grin.
âWe would have to be super quiet,â Kate said.
âWe canât have sex, but maybe a little more touching, you know?â Shawn asked.
âThat might be all right,â Kate said her voice still tinged with worry.
Shawn eased himself off the couch and stood silently for a minute. He walked as softly as he could around Eric and reached his bunk bed. He grabbed the largest blanket he had and crept softly back to the couch. As he stepped past Eric, he heard a grunt and glanced down in alarm. Eric brought his arm up and rolled on his side. Shawn and Kate both watched him for a minute but he appeared to be asleep, now facing away from the couch. They listened to his breathing as it became regular and they glanced at each other. Kate grinned mischievously and Shawn found himself grinning back.
Shawn put the blanket on the couch and pulled off his shirt. His undershirt quickly followed and Kate watched him disrobe. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to the floor. He carefully stepped out of them, now clad only in his boxers. He was about to climb onto the couch when he saw Kate reaching for her own pants, and he waited so he could watch.