Slipping on her sunglasses and tucking away a book in her bag, Camille Dunston walked across campus headed towards the parking lot. Her Friday morning world civilization class had consisted of her professor monotonously lecturing for an hour on the ancient Egyptian empire.
"What a waste of a beautiful Friday morning," she thought as she walked passed the library headed in the opposite direction of numerous students rushing to class.
"Now that my 12 p.m. sculpturing class is cancelled I at least have the afternoon off," she said contemplating what to do with the rest of her day. Camille was a second year art major. Although she had always wanted to move to New York City after high school and major in studio art at NYU, she had compromised with her parents' wish and attended the local state university about half an hour away from her hometown.
"New York is a dangerous place for a young girl," the sophomore remembers her father saying. Attending school close to home did have its perks including a haven to escape to on weekends for home-cooked meals, free laundry service and some extra parental financial support.
The clear blue sky along with the birds chirping amongst the large oak trees made for a picturesque backdrop to a beautiful summer day. Camille's delicate tanned skin sweltered in the bright summer sun as she strolled across campus, dressed in a little white blouse with 'Angel', a fitting label, written in front. Camille had always been a shy girl. She was always the skinny girl in class that none of the guys would pay attention to and all the girls would make fun of. Unlike most girls at her high school, it wasn't until her junior year that Camille experienced the physical changes that most young girls would experience during their early teenage years. To elude the pressures of the high school crowd she had gotten involved in athletics and arts. It was during this time that she developed her love for the arts that later on helped her decide to major in visual arts. Now at the ripe age of nineteen Camille had slowly begun to develop a figure that was noticeable in the way her low-cut jeans accentuated her firm petite ass. All the years of track and field training during high school had obviously done her body well as evident by her tiny frame and skinny legs. Her thin fit calves flexed as she picked up her pace reaching the campus parking lot and spotting her little blue KIA parked towards the end of the row.
As she pulled into one of the parking spots in front of her apartment she noticed that her roommate's car was gone.
"Shelly and Patrick must have gone out" Camille assumed, thinking of where her roommate and her boyfriend could have gone off to at this time in the morning.
She had met Shelly Parker during her freshman year. They had hit it off so well that they decided to move-in together the next year. Shelly was a beautiful blonde with sparkling blue eyes. Her good figures however were often overshadowed by her modest girl-next-door type personality. A physical education major, she was always involved in sports. Thanks to her active healthy lifestyle she had developed quite a fit body that complemented her large bosom. It was at a sporting event that she had met Patrick Danforth. Shelly and Patrick made for quite a cute couple. He was a football player at another college nearby. He was a tall and lean 6'2" and 215 pounds. That combined with his rugged good looks and great smile made him a definite cutie and a great catch. It was that cute smile with his dark brown eyes that had caught Shelly's attention the first time they met. He had sprained his ankle playing flag football and limped off the field. They struck up a conversation as she checked his ankle on the sideline. She couldn't help but notice in how good of a shape his body was as she held his strong leg while working on his ankle. They exchanged some glances as their conversation turned into flirting, which continued after the game when he asked her out. A month later a serious relationship had developed.
On weekends when Patrick would come into town, they would spend the majority of the weekend in her bedroom. The sounds of Shelly's moans and her bed squeaking would repeatedly wake Camille up during the night or disturb her from studying during the day. Shelly Parker was at first glance a quiet girl. However Camille had soon found out after they moved in together that Shelly was quite the wild girl when it came to sex. She was loud and loved to encourage Patrick by yelling out obscenities such as, "Fuck me! Pound my pussy!"
Camille had often wondered what it would feel like to get fucked like that. Thanks to her strict upbringing, she had remained a virgin and had never even seen a cock before. She had found out about masturbation during a slumber party at one of her friend's house her junior year in high school. As soon as she got home the next day she tried it out and discovered the intense sensations she could give herself by playing with her pussy. Yet the way her roommate would yell out in pleasure when her boyfriend was fucking her had made Camille suspect that having a cock inside your pussy must be even more pleasurable. She had often played with her pussy imagining how a cock would feel inside it. Her curiosity had peaked many times and she had often considered asking Shelly about it, but she could never garner enough courage to do it.
Camille had been watching TV in the living room last night when Patrick arrived.
"Hey Camille," he greeted her as she opened the door for him. "What's new?"
"Nothing much," Camille responded. They made some small talk as he walked in behind her.
"Is Shelly home?" he asked looking around for his girlfriend.
"Yeah, she got home about 15 minutes ago. I think she's in the shower."
"Cool," said Patrick as he walked over to Shelly's bedroom door and knocked.
"It's open!" Shelly yelled from the shower. A big grin crossed Patrick's face as he opened the door and proceeded to enter the bedroom. That was the last Camille heard of them for the night. Well, not exactly. About twenty minutes later she heard Shelly's moans as she and Patrick initiated their night of intense love-making in the privacy of Shelly's bedroom. Camille tried to raise the TV's volume, but she could still clearly hear Shelly's loud moans as Patrick drove his cock into her.
Camille's breathing got heavier as she sat there listening to her roommate getting fucked mercilessly by her boyfriend. With the TV remote control in her left hand she flipped through the channels, while her right hand slowly crept down to her small breasts as she caressed her nipples. The sounds coming from her roommate's room where pushing her to a higher state of arousal, and she started pinching her erect nipples through the material of her tank top. The sounds from the TV emanated in the background as she gazed at the screen, her mind wandering off as she now was rubbing her extremely sensitive nipples feeling her crotch starting to dampen her cotton panties. Soon enough her left hand found its way in between her legs as she brought the remote control to her crotch area. Camille could hear Shelly's moans in the back of her head as she closed her eyes and proceeded to rub the remote control against her pussy through the cotton material. She imagined the remote control being a nice big cock rubbing up against her pussy. Spreading her legs wider apart she grinded her hips against the hard object and poked her pussy through her damp cotton panties with the end of the TV remote control. Her nipples were fully erect as she thrust her chest out focusing all her senses on the hard plastic object poking against her crotch. It felt so good, and she can feel her pussy lips being spread apart by the end of the remote control through her damp panties. She let out a slight moan as she fought the urge to express more audibly the incredible feeling of her pussy being stimulated by the hard plastic object.
