All characters in this story are older than 18.
I recall my first year at the local community college. I was really enjoying myself. I was 18 years old and the world was at my feet. Outside of school, I could buy beer and go to parties. While in school, I was with my friends and we all had fun socializing. We were all fairly respectful students in the classroom, but before first hour, during passing time, lunch time and after school, we could let loose and have a good time. We were currently into the first few months of the second semester and wanted to enjoy life as much as we could.
During the colder months at the end of the first semester, I found a US Navy Bridge dress coat at the Army Navy surplus store. I loved that coat because it had style. Long length, down to the shins, double breasted lapels, shiny brass buttons and very roomy. The coat was made with high quality wool. The inside of the coat was lined with a fine linen. It was a unique article of clothing and I wore it to school every day when the weather was cool. We all loved that coat. The coat was easily seen and recognized as the meeting point when we all wanted to get together.
One of my best friends was Deborah. Deborah was actually 5 days older than me, so she always referred to me as "the youngster". We'd known each other for a long time. We cultivated a romantic relationship for the last two years and we had grown very familiar with each other. Everybody knew we were a couple. Deborah was always happy, outgoing and had a great personality. She was smart and athletic. Everyone liked her. I loved her.
Deborah found the coat to have a special attribute. She discovered there was enough room in the coat for both her and me. If I didn't use the coat sleeves and wore the coat over my shoulders like a cape, both Deborah and I could easily fit inside the coat when it was buttoned up. That made for intriguing possibilities. That wool coat became the outer wear of the day, first thing every morning.
Before classes started, we had 20 minutes to hang out in the halls and socialize. We always congregated on the first floor next to the math class rooms. Deborah would run up to me, unbutton the coat, get inside with me and button up again. The friends around us would all laugh and joke about our arrangement. I liked being close to Deborah's body this way. She fit nicely with me in that coat. I was five foot eight inches tall and Deborah was a little shorter at five foot six inches. The top of her head just reached my eyes when she was in the coat with me. She was a perfect fit.
With the coat buttoned down, it was hard to tell what might be happening under the dark blue woolen material. Of course, our friends knew we were doing our best to feel each other up before the bell rang and we had to go to class. It wasn't rocket science. More like biology... That meant about 20 minutes of pleasuring each other underneath the blue woolen coat each morning. No one could see exactly what we were doing. Just use your imagination. For me, it was a great way to get ready for math and history.
Deborah usually wore loose fitting, short hemmed skirts and stretchy pull over blouses and shirts. She preferred stylish outfits that were revealing, to the limits of the acceptable dress code. She made the effort and looked good all the time. I loved it. She would turn a lot of heads when walking around. She was perfect for me. I loved her and her style. Her outfits made her look amazing and provided easy access to her lovely, toned and fit body.
As soon as we buttoned into the coat, I would lean against the window by the outside door and Deborah would lean back into me. My palms would find the sides of her hips right in front of her pelvis. My fingers were positioned over the smooth skin of her mons. My finger tips were resting on her smooth satin panties. She had already hiked up her skirt for me!
My first obvious move was to lift my hands to the waist band of her panties. I put my fingers inside the elastic and begin sliding them back down her mons to the front of her labia and vulva. My thumb would always catch and pull on her navel. I would find a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair before reaching the clitoral hood. All the while Deborah was pushing her buttocks against my stiffening penis.
Soon, I was erect and throbbing and Deborah could feel that development through my slacks. Her response was to dry hump me by pressing back against me with her tail bone and butt cheeks. She would roll her hips front to back and rise up and down on the balls of her feet. My hands followed along, fingers on her clitoris. It felt very good and brought us closer together both physically and emotionally. But we both knew that the main goal was to get Deborah to a powerful orgasm. My orgasm was only a convenient coincidence should I get that far through her stimulation of my penis.
Back to my efforts with Deborah.
When I reached her clitoral hood, I would gently feel around in the folds of the labia until I found her clitoris. I could tell when I reached that erogenous bit of flesh because Deborah would tense up and place her hands over mine. Her labia lips were warm and moist. They were deliciously soft and fleshy. It felt wonderful moving my fingers through that soft, erogenous flesh. I would settle on top of the clitoral hood, over the clitoris and give her a soft caress. Then we would begin our fifteen minutes of "dance" bringing her to orgasm.
There was room inside the coat for both of us, but there were minor restrictions. I could not move my arms around very much. My finger joints more than made up for that inconvenience. My area of attention was very compact and I knew the territory well. Her vulva would get moist very quickly. Lubricant flowed in between the lips of the labia. It was heavenly the way my fingers slipped around, on and in, the soft, moist, warm flesh. Deborah loved the stimulating friction of my finger sliding over the labia lips. Sexual tension flowed into her clitoris.
