The door shut behind them as Lisa and her boyfriend Tim stumbled into the room, the cheap carpet muffling their steps as Tim's big hands steadied Lisa against his college dorm room bed. The room smelled of stale beer, chlorine, and now cheap whiskey from the party they'd just left.
"I can't believe you made me do shots," Lisa laughed. "It's not fair... you're double my size," she said, laying her hand on Tim's broad chest as she leaned in to kiss him. She loved his tall, muscular frame. It made her petite body feel so small and feminine. Lisa's laughter was a soft, breathless sound as Tim's hand tightened on her small waist.
"Oh really?" Tim giggled. "And all this time I thought it was you trying to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me," he responded, slipping his hand under the hem of Lisa's skirt, tracing the curve of her hip. As he slid his fingers around her round ass, a soft clang rang out as Lisa's hand brushed one of the empty Red Bull cans on the desk that separated the two beds in the cramped room. Startled, she turned her head to the opposite side of the room and saw the silhouette of Tim's roommate sleeping in his bed just a few feet away.
"Tim", she whispered. "Sean's here..."
Tim looked up briefly, then back to Lisa. "Out cold," his lips already back at work, kissing her neck. "He's been napping since practice. Sleeps like a corpse."
Sean's swimming scholarship had him practicing for hours each day. It was his junior year and the competition was intense. Lisa had barely seen or spoken a word to the mysterious roommate in the 3 months she'd been dating Tim. He was basically a ghost. A tall and muscular, but silent ghost.
"Stop," she insisted, giggling at Tim's persistance, nodding at Sean's bed. The room was too dark to see anything at all, other than a faint outline of the sleeping figure.
Tim lifted Lisa and laid her on his bed, then crawled on top of her, pulling his comforter over the two of them.
"Better?" he asked with a smile.
She loved his naughty grin and the way his brown eyes lit up when he was being playful. When she met him and learned he was a senior studying particle physics, she never imagined how wicked he'd be. Her wild side was something that only Tim seemed to be able to unlock from within her normal studious, reserved persona. She felt safe with him. Safe to explore.
Her fingers tangled in Tim's dirty blonde hair, nails gently scraping his scalp as their kiss deepened. Tim began unbuttoning Lisa's shirt clumsily and desperately, trying to uncover her beautiful breasts.
"You need help with that?" She laughed, unbuttoning the rest as Tim slid Lisa's skirt up her hips and slid his hands up her thighs.
"I love your touch," she whispered, parting her thighs wider. She slid her hand down Tim's stomach and unzipped his jeans.
"God, you're already so wet," Tim murmured as his fingers slid over Lisa's damp panties, his thumb circling her clit through the lace as he began sucking her hardening nipple. The dual sensations collided and temporarily disoriented her.
Recovering enough to speak, she replied, "You know whiskey makes me horny, Tim... Well, whiskey and *you*. I had to watch you be sexy and charming with everyone all night and I've been waiting to finally have you to myself..." Her fingertips brushed the fabric of his boxers over his straining cock. She could feel the pulse beneath it, the heat radiating through his cotton boxers. She slid her fingers beneath the waistband and encircled his cock with her small fingers. She always loved how it felt. So hard but somehow so soft at the same time. Not long, but thicker than anyone she'd dated, with a large head and prominent veins. She loved how it filled her hand.
"Take these off," she whispered, her voice ending in a tremble as Tim effortlessly slipped one finger, then two inside her dripping skin.
"Yes, ma'am." Tim rolled over on his back and pulled off his pants and boxers. Lisa's mouth watered as she stared at his thick cock pointing straight up beneath the covers. She dipped beneath the sheets and straddled his calves, starting to stroke Tim's shaft.
"I can't believe it's getting even harder," Lisa thought as she admired the veins starting to bulge.
Tim ran his fingers through Lisa's long, dark hair, wild from the humidity that autumn evening.
'I guess that's the last of my fancy hairdo,' she laughed to herself. She secretly loved looking in the mirror and seeing her hair tangled after intense sex with Tim.
Tim gasped a little too loudly as Lisa's tongue started to circle the head of his cock. Lisa froze briefly. 'Did Sean hear that?' she wondered. Tim's light touch on her shoulder calmed any fleeting worries. 'Could I even stop now if I wanted to?' Her soft lips encircled his head and soon enveloped the top of his shaft. She gripped it tight and held her hand to her lips as she slowly bobbed her had up and down. His thighs flexed and cock twitched involuntarily as pleasure started to take over his body.
"Get up here. I need you," Tim whispered, gently nudging her forward by the shoulders until her face all but crashed into his, devouring his lips. Their hips flexed and gyrated until they found each other, Tim's cock finally poised at Lisa's entrance.
