In 1985, most universities and all Catholic universities were conservative. Eddie and Brenda were freshmen at a Catholic university where several dilapidated three and four story brick buildings housed the men. One large high-rise dormitory housed all first year women. The ground floor doors of the Mens' dormitories featured inoperable locks, and even when the locks worked, the doors were often propped open. In contrast, the women were carefully guarded. At least four locked doors separated every dorm room from the street. After 10:AM and before 9:00PM, gentlemen visitors could let themselves into the lobby of the women's building, but a student worker at the lobby reception desk had to buzz open the locked doors from the lobby the bank of elevators. On each floor, the elevators opened into short hallways with locked doors at the ends. A room key could open those doors and provide access to the long hallways lined with the doors into rooms and a communal bathroom. Finally, a unique key for each room granted entry to a semi-private sanctum.
At 8:55PM, Brenda had escorted Eddie through the obstacles to within sight of the goal, but a red scarf tied to the door handle stopped them. The prior year, Brenda and her roommate, Carol, attended different all girls high schools in different states. Neither had much experience with men. During the first-week floor meeting in the building, a Resident Assistant had suggested that roommates establish a signal for privacy. Brenda hadn't thought the red scarf would ever be necessary. Her roommate had never used the do-not-disturb signal before, and of course, it happened that night.
Brenda looked sheepish and disappointed. She and Eddie had been gradually escalating their intimacy for several weeks. That night, they had lingered too long in the dark exterior stairwell to the basement of the Physics building. For a couple of hours, Eddie's hands had roamed under her sweatshirt and into her jeans as they cuddled and kissed, but the cool night air threatened to become cold. In a fog of arousal, Brenda proposed to sneak Eddie into her room where he could spend the night. The fantasy of an entire night of cuddling and petting in bed seemed enticing. The red scarf poured ice water on her plans.
Brenda tugged on Eddie's arm. "Come on. I've got to escort you out before 9:00. You don't want to be caught in the hallways after hours."
"Isn't there someplace you can hide me until we can get in?"
Brenda looked around. Severals of her neighbors' doors were open. "I'll ask," she replied without conviction.
About seven doors down the hallway, a pair of girls who know both Eddie and Brenda consented to let Eddie hide in their room for a couple of hours. Then, Brenda would sneak him to her room.
With the details worked out, Eddie added, "There's another problem. I need to pee, and you can't get me down to the lobby and back in time."
"Just use the bathroom on our floor," one of his hosts suggested. "Send Brenda in first to check if the coast is clear. Get in. Get out. No problem."
"I'm game," Eddie smiled. The plan unfolded without a hitch. Someone was showering, but each shower cubicle featured walls from calf height to over head height. Brenda guided Eddie right past the showers into a toilet stall. Eddie needed an unusually long time because his erection wouldn't subside. "Don't forget to put the seat back down," Brenda whispered through the stall door with a hint of self congratulation for thinking of that detail. She didn't have any brothers, and her father was always courteous about putting the seat back down. It amazed her that the thought ever entered her mind.
The dash back to the temporary hiding place almost ended in catastrophe when the Resident Assistant's door opened right in front of them. But, the door closed again without any comments. Eddie counted his blessings, and Brenda remembered to breathe again.
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After an hour or so, Eddie's temporary hosts started checking the time every thirty seconds. One of the girls studied while the other chatted softly with Brenda. Eddie sat on the floor with is back to the closed dorm room door and tried not to be in the way. He had sported a raging boner on and off for several hours by then, and the equipment was becoming both sore and chafed against the inseam of his tight jeans. He might have cooled off, but one of his hosts was wearing loose running shorts and a partially translucent pink t-shirt. Eddie couldn't really see much, but he had to force himself not to stare anyway. The enticing sway of barely concealed unfettered beasts made his penis throb with his pulse.
Brenda nudged Eddie aside so she could partially open the door and slip into the hallway. Eddie closed the door to just a crack while she was gone. When she returned, she brought good news.
"Did Carol have a guy in there," one of the hosts asked?
"Huh, no," Brenda answered. "That's the weird thing. The scarf was still on the door, but I knocked anyway. When Carol opened the door, there was nobody else inside."
"What did she say she was doing," Eddie wanted to know.
"She said she was cleaning the room and fell asleep."
Both of the hosts laughed. It was almost a giggle.
"What" Brenda asked?
"That's just a new word for it is all. I thought I'd heard them all."
"A new word for what?" Brenda turned from her blushing boyfriend to her hosts in bafflement.
"She was probably playing with herself. You know, 'cleaning her room'," the unbound loose shorts boner beguiler clarified in a dead pan a voice.
"No way," Brenda said without conviction. "You don't think. Really?"
"I bet the room isn't any cleaner than when you left this morning." Her hosts' voices remained as bland as if they were observing the room was warm or the rules too strict. They sported cheshire cat grins though.
"We can get in now," Brenda changed the subject. "Let me make sure there's nobody in the hall.
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"Are you sure you don't mind," Brenda asked Carol?
"You can't sneak me out now anyway," Eddie assured.
Carol smiled with a "just-so" expression revealed above blankets pulled up to her chin. "Just keep it down so I can sleep," Carol commanded and resumed reading the paperback in her hands.
"I'm going to get ready for bed," Brenda announced.
After a pause in which Eddie showed no sign of averting his gaze, Brenda added, "Turn around for a minute."
Ever the gentleman, Eddie faced the wall as Brenda wiggled out of her jeans. They were so tight she almost pushed her damp Calvin Cline bikini panties to her ankles before arresting the drop at the slight cleavage where her cheeks met her thighs. Carol paid no attention.
Brenda turned toward Eddie and then toward Carol before assuming a position that didn't face either of them. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head with an awkward two arms gesture she'd seen in movies. She unclasped her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders onto her study desk. A large patch of goose flesh arose on her arms, and the hair of her neck tingled. As she rummaged in a drawer for a comfortable shirt, Brenda couldn't help noticing again that the room didn't seem any cleaner than she remembered. If anything, more of Carol's odds and ends were on the floor than usual. Carol even left out the telescope that Brenda had hardly seen outside the closet.
"OK, you can turn around now." Brenda smiled.
Eddie smiled too. Brenda was illuminated from behind by Carol's reading lamp in an otherwise dark room. Eddie could see her figure clearly in silhouette. The shirt didn't quite cover the moist patch on the cotton fabric between her legs. Eddie savored the sight as Brenda brushed her teeth in the room's sink. When she bent to spit, the back of the shirt pulled up enough to expose skin of her lower back above the elastic of her panties, and the pose revealed an enticing cleft made evident by the underwear glued to her engorged lips.
Brenda bounced to her bed and motioned for Eddie to stand so she could get under the covers. When Brenda settled into a pose laying with her head propped on her hand and her elbow in the pillow, she held up the comforter in an inviting gesture. Eddie slipped in with as much grace as possible considering the lack of flexibility in his groin.
"Take your jeans off," Brenda suggested. "They're scratchy".
Eddie unfastened his belt, popped open the button at the top of his fly, unzipped with a sound that seemed to echo off the four walls of the room, and wiggled to freedom. His underwear immediately ballooned in a somewhat spectacular fashion, but nobody saw the tent pole under the comforter. Eddie sighed relief.
Eddie and Brenda spooned. Both lay on their sides with bent knees, and the bare flesh of Brenda's legs made soft contact from Eddies ankles up. Brenda's bottom pressed against his penis. His breath tickled the shot hairs on the back of her neck. His arms encircled her with one under her shirt cupping a breast, and the other over her shirt where his fingers gently caressed her upper arm.
"Mmm, it tickles", Brenda sighed as a shiver ran up her spine.
"If you guys are going to have sex, just keep it quiet so I can sleep." Carol sounded serious.
"We're not going to have sex with you in the room," Brenda replied with a hint of indignation. "I'm not going to lose my virginity with an audience."
"I hope there's at least one other person there," Carol mumbled.
Brenda shut her eyes and enjoyed the cuddle and occasional twitch in the penis she pressed herself against. After a while, when Brenda was almost asleep, Carol said, "It's really OK. Just don't wake me up."
Eddie whispered. His words tickled, and his tongue almost slid into her ear canal as he said, "I think she wants us to. I think she wants to watch."
"Stop it," Brenda responded and gently elbowed Eddie in the ribs. "It's not funny."
"I agree," was all he said before Breda drifted to asleep.