The dorms at any university are a horrible place to live. You barely have enough space for all your shit and you have an ass load of other people living in close proximity as well. It was horrible having to live there for my entire freshman year. What made it even worse was that my next door neighbor had a girlfriend that screamed when he fucked her.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to study when she is screaming his name at all hours of the night? I talked to my RA, but he didn't care about shit. He wanted to hear it.
The pair were nice enough people, but she was just loud as shit. Truth be told, I had fantasized about her on more than one occasion.
She was gorgeous, in a naughty teenager sort of way. On the occasions that I hung out with them, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her slight body and crystal blue eyes. Her voice was soft and sensual, leaving me hanging on her every word. She usually kept her hair back in a ponytail, but I always wished that, just once, she would wear those golden locks in twin pigtails. Her lips were like a porn star's, juicy and inviting.
Whenever she caught me staring at her, she would always laugh. And then her boyfriend would always ask, "What is so fucking funny Jess?"
Jess would just make up a lame excuse, but I could tell she knew how bad I wanted her body, to be the one making her scream.
Jess had good reason to laugh too. I was a nerdy kind of a guy. I did some sports back in high school, but had gained the freshman fifteen and then some. So I sported a nice beer gut, which would repulse any lady that gorgeous. It was painful sometimes to think about how I would probably spend the rest of my life looking at porn sites and jacking off in my mom's basement. But I could dream couldn't I?
It was dead week, the week the dorms were supposed to be quiet, but they never were. Early in the week I heard the blissful sounds of Jess in the throes of a screaming orgasm and I was wondering how much studying I would get done for my exams next week. However, instead of the usual silence after their fuckfest, I heard yelling. I wasn't about to get in between those two, so I closed my door and turned my music up loud enough to drown out the harsh words.
The silence that followed the next few days was amazing. There were no screams to interrupt my studying. It was nerd nirvana. Things could not get better than this, I thought to myself.
On the few occasions during dead week that I visited the dining centers, I saw Jess every time. When I managed to walk past her, she would smile and wave at me, and then go right back to chatting with her friends.
Strangely, though, it seemed that I missed her screaming in the next room. I just couldn't get the image of her in pigtails writhing in ecstasy out of my head. It seemed like as the week went on I just couldn't study. No matter how hard I tried.
Finals week arrived and I just barely made it through my exams, despite the sexual bent my thoughts had taken of late. It was the day before I moved my stuff out that I heard a soft knocking on my door. Puzzled I went to go and open it.
Jess was standing in front of my door looking just as sexy as she ever did in a tank top and a pair of tight jeans that hugged her skinny legs. Her face wore a look of apprehension, like she was worried about something, but she still smiled at me with that same smile that showed the braces she still wore.
"Hey John, I was wondering if you wanted to get some food with me? I mean I know that you are done with finals and I always see you eating alone. I just thought you might like some company," Her voice even more sensual than I had ever heard it.
"Sure. I don't have anything better to do," was my reply.
I let Jess lead the way down to food. I didn't mind because it gave me the chance to stare at her ass, firm and round in those jeans, every step of the way. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Food was nothing special, just some small talk and long moments of awkward silence. After we had finished eating I felt like being bold and asked Jess about the fight last week.
"It was nothing. He wanted to fuck me in the ass, and I don't do that. I had told him for a long time he wouldn't be allowed to. But he did it anyways, and I was too caught up in the moment to fight it. But I gave him hell after it. He yelled back at me that I was a prudish bitch. So I told him that most of the time I was faking because his cock was too small. It was the truth, but it pissed him off. He told me to get the fuck out of his room and barely gave me time to get dressed. I wanted to stop by and ask you out for food sooner, but he was right next door and I didn't want to deal with his bullshit. He left this morning, so I figured I could finally talk to you," she spoke and the space between us was filled with a pregnant pause.
"Wow, I didn't know that Joe was such an asshole. He seemed like a really nice guy to me. But whatever. Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" I managed, trying to break the silence.
"Why don't we just take a walk," Jess suggested.
I couldn't think of anything that sounded better at the moment, so I agreed.
We walked for a long time talking about everything except the one thing that was glaringly obvious. I would be staring at her magnificent body and she would catch me. She would laugh and smile, but nothing else.
The sun was setting and Jess was tired so we decided to sit down on a bench to watch the sun set into the hills. For a long time neither of us said anything, the first comfortable pause in our conversation all evening.
"Could you hear me?" Jess asked quietly. I was sure that I had heard her wrong.
"What do you mean?" I asked back acting puzzled.
