We walked the two miles or so to our "Hotel", actually more of a guest house or large B&B. As students we didn't have a surplus of cash so saved where we could. We checked in with a rather formidable looking landlady and declined her offer to show us the room. We were both still feeling horny from the events of the afternoon and knew exactly what we would be doing as soon as the door closed behind us. Jean went up the stairs ahead of me. It was too dark on the stairs to get much of a view up her skirt; her upper thighs just disappeared into shadow, so I didn't get a look at the bare ass and pussy under her short skirt. It was an arousing sight none the less and I was already stiffening nicely by the time we got to the top of the stairs.
Once in the room I dropped the bag and grabbed her around the waist with both hands. She leaned into me, standing on tiptoes with her arms around my neck and we kissed hungrily, a tongue sucking, lip bruising kiss without tenderness, just lust and need. We shuffled to the bed, a double, thankfully, and fell onto it with Jean under me. She let go of my neck and began tugging at my belt. I raised my self off her and knelt for a moment to push her skirt up around her waist while she tore at my trouser buttons. Jean raised her knees and spread her legs wide and with my trousers around my knees I collapsed onto her.
We resumed kissing, my erection already pressing against the outside of her cunt. I pushed my hand under her blouse and pushed her bra up over her breast and squeezed a hard nipple. Jean reached under my shirt, holding me tight and digging her long nails into my back. With my right hand I reached between us for my cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, looking for the right place. For a second or two I felt only the slight scratchiness of her pubes and thought that she was dry and we would have to slow it down, but she spread slightly wider and suddenly my knob was sliding rather than rubbing. Controlling myself for a moment, I pushed it gently back and forth in the entrance a couple of times to open her up and slowly slid my cock in, her gasp turning to a moan of pleasure as my hanging balls met her wetness
I started thrusting straight away, long, steady, strokes the way she liked it, almost letting my cock come out of her each time. Jean stretched her legs even wider and drew her knees up a little more so that the soles of her feet were touching. I knew what she wanted and straightened my arms, so that I was in a position like doing a push up. The only parts of our bodies touching were my penis in her vagina, a position we both loved as it seemed to concentrate all the sensation in our genitals. A bonus was that we could both watch my cock as it pumped in and out. Jean had what I called her horny face on, rosy red apple cheeks, breathing hard with open mouth and a sheen of sweat on her skin. Her head was raised from the pillow as she watched my cock, the only sound being the slap, slap of flesh against flesh.
"You're big today." She gasped.
"Your pussy feels so good, so tight and wet; I'm going to cum pretty soon."
"Me too!"
I lay on top of her, pushed my hands and arms under her and pulled her close to me, fucking her fast and hard. Jean wrapped her arms and legs around me, digging her nails into my back and her heels into my buttocks. A long moan announced the build up to her orgasm, and I let go and ejaculated into her as she came. The climax seemed to last for ages, and I kept fucking her gently until it subsided and eventually we lay motionless, still locked together.
We kissed, tenderly this time and exchanged "love you's."
"Wow. That was worth waiting for! We're getting good at cuming together!" I said.
She kissed me.
"Yes, the other stuffs fun, but this is the best. Do you think we're perverted?"
"What do you mean, sucking me off on a train while I read a porn mag, then wanking over each other, walking around town in a short skirt and no panties, nah don't worry about it, it's normal, everyone does that stuff!"
"Well, if we are I wouldnt care anyway, I like being a pervert!"
"Did you like being out with no panties?"
"Kind of, I worried at first my skirt might blow up but when I realised it wasn't going to I started to enjoy it. Feeling the breeze between my legs was weird!"
"How about if someone got a look up your skirt?"
"I don't know, it was just fun not wearing them and nobody knowing."
"Do you want to do it again?"
"If you like. Did it turn you on?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure why, something like you're nearly exposed but only I can have you. I kind of wanted you showing off to other guys, but not really. "
"I'll leave them off when we go out tonight if you like."
"Great. What about shaving your pubes like the girl in the mag? I'll shave mine too if you like."
"Ok -- but leave yours, you wouldn't look manly with no hair, you'd look like a boy. Maybe just a trim and shave your balls."
We rested a while, then dressed (well, I pulled my trousers up, she smoothed her skirt down and rearranged her bra) and went out for a look around, strolling along the seafront hand in hand. We'd hardly gone any distance before Jean clutched my hand more tightly and exclaimed.
