To say that Butch was stunned to walk into our dorm and find his girlfriend
and
her roommate naked would be an understatement. Of course, we were just talking, not hanky-pankying, but who knows how a guy's imagination will work.
At any rate, I got up and grabbed my short pink robe, and said, "I'll leave you two guys alone." I picked up my suite key and headed across the hall to the guy's suite. It was already a bit late, so their door was locked, and I knocked. Jim, who was Clay's roommate - our dorms are eight-person suite, with two people to a bedroom - answered the door and I asked, "Is Clayton in?"
They guys had all seen me naked before, so my robe was actually a bit modest for them, but Jim was still stammering a bit, "Uhhh, yeah, yeah, he's in our room, I think he's studying."
"Good! Why don't you go chat up Jamie for a while?" Then I headed down the hall and walked into Jim and Clay's dorm room, and no, I didn't knock; the door was open, but I wouldn't have knocked anyway. Clay looked up at me, definitely surprised, as I shut the door behind myself, and threw my robe onto one of the beds. (I hadn't been in that room before, and I didn't know which bed was Jim's and which was Clay's.) He stood up from his (rather messy) desk, where he had three books open and his laptop on,just in time for me to put my arms around his neck and draw him into a long kiss. Since I'm a lot taller than Clay, he found it a bit awkward, something he wasn't used to - Annette would have said something to which he was not used - but he sure didn't seem to mind.
I quickly figured out which bed was Clay's and then pushed him down on it, taking complete charge. Since Clay had already shown me that he could be a take-charge guy, I wasn't worried that he was a wimp or anything like that, and take-charge men love it when a woman turns the tables on them; they can appreciate it without their masculinity somehow being threatened. I reached down and pulled his shirt off of him - he was short, but he was also built, and spent plenty of time in the gym - and then started to unbutton his jeans. He raised up his hips so that I could pull them off of him, and I pulled down both his jeans and his tighty-whiteys at the same time. What he had hidden in there was pretty impressive, not overly long, but nicely thick, and getting hard without help.
I was already plenty wet, from telling Annette about my showing-off days after high school, and for the flash that Butch had gotten, wet and just plain horny. He was back sitting on the edge of his bunk when I stood over his lap and set myself right down on his cock. There were no preliminaries, there was no seduction, just plain get-it-in and get going.
