I should have known better, sex had gotten me into trouble before and probably would again, but it was always well worth it.
I was in the dorm, asleep in my bed when I felt a warm, soft creature slip under the covers beside me. She was nude and felt wonderful. The aroma of an expensive French perfume filled my head. I started to say something, but she shushed me and whispered, in a soft smooth Southern drawl, "Quiet, you'll wake your roommate. Just lay there and enjoy."
With that, she disappeared under the covers. I felt her hands first, and then her mouth on my rigid cock. It had jumped to attention the moment she got in my bed. I didn't know who the hell she was, and I didn't care. My mind was already dancing in the disco of carnal delight. As far as I could tell, she was an expert at what she was doing. I thought to myself, "Why not make the most of it?" So, I pulled her body around so that my mouth had access to her pussy and dove in.
When my tongue touched her clit, she bit me. There was a muffled "MMMFFF" from under the covers before she continued her expert ministrations. I had my arms around her waist, holding her pussy tight against my mouth and she was squirming and sucking for all she was worth. Suddenly, her entire body went tense; she stopped wiggling and even let my dick fall out of her mouth. There was another series of muffled "oohs and aahs," just before my face was flooded with her juice. I could hear her gasping for breath under the covers for a moment or two before she attacked my cock with renewed vigor. Only moments later I followed her into the land of euphoria, bucking like a madman, spewing my cum everywhere.
When it was over, she quietly got out of bed and I could hear the rustle of clothing as she got dressed. She kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Happy birthday, darling, and thank you." She was gone in a flash, leaving me to wonder who the hell she was, and what the hell had happened. I wish it really had been my birthday.
This was only my second day at the University of Florida but I already knew I was going to like it. I couldn't help but wonder if this was standard treatment for freshmen. I was 23 years old, fresh out of the Navy and studying meteorology with a minor in communications under the GI Bill.
The next morning, Tom, the roommate I had only met the day before, was in a sour mood. I asked him what was wrong.
"I'll tell you what's wrong. Yesterday was my birthday and my so-called girlfriend, Gail, didn't call me or even bother to send a card. Well, she can go fuck herself!"
Oops!
I had to find 'Gail' and tell her what happened before the shit hit the fan. While Tom was showering, I looked in his address book and found a 'Gail Hodges' with an Atlanta Georgia address and telephone number. From the pay phone in the hall, I called the number. A woman, that I am sure was Gail's mother, in almost the same soft southern drawl that I recognized from last night, told me that Gail was a student at the University of Florida. She had only left home yesterday morning to drive back to school after the summer vacation. She gave me Gail's cell phone number and the address of her off campus apartment.
I called Gail and told her I had to see her about a matter of great importance concerning Tom. We made a date to meet in one of the student conference rooms later that afternoon. I made her promise not to see or talk to Tom until we had an opportunity to chat. I didn't tell her I was his roommate.
I had no idea how to explain what had happened. I finally convinced myself it wasn't my fault, I had only done what she told me to do and what any other, red blooded, horny, virile, underhanded, American male would have done. I knew her approximate size and what she smelled like. Hell, I even knew what she tasted like but nothing else about her.
When I approach the girl sitting where we had arranged to meet, I was pleasantly surprised. She was a very pretty, petite, blue eyed, blond, about my age. I later found out she was even older than me and was a senior in law school. She was wearing jeans and a calypso style blouse, tied in the front which showed off her very stunning figure to advantage. She had a very healthy, rosy, glow in her cheeks that I attributed to some recent activity that she might have been engaged in.
She stood up, and smiled as I approached. She extended her hand and said, in the soft Southern voice I remembered so well from last night, "Are you Kent, the friend of Tom's that called me?"
Her smile turned to a frown and then to a look of dismay when I said, "Yes, but I'm not his friend, I'm his new roommate. I only met him yesterday when I moved into the dorm. I need to talk to you about what happened last night."
Now, there was a look of horror on her face with she mumbled, "Oh my God, I knew something was wrong. He never did that to me before. It was you, wasn't it?"
I think I was smirking when I replied, "There is no need look so self-righteous, at least it was mutual. Her frown left, and she smiled a little when I continued, "I just hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Now that we know each other so well perhaps we can do it again sometime."
Her answer surprised me, especially when she didn't close the door on my suggestion for a rematch. "I knew it was different, but I thought maybe he had matured and grown a little over the summer. I didn't think the taste was the same somehow, a little sweeter and there was a hell of a lot more. He is, or was, the only man I had done that to so I had nothing to compare it with. I should have known that he would never reciprocate like that." Now, she laughed a little and put her hand on my arm when she said, "And you're right, I did like it, very much."
I was having a hard time believing this sweet young thing was talking about an accidental blowjob and me eating her pussy as if we were discussing afternoon tea. She went on, "You know, I did enjoy it and wouldn't mind a repeat performance, but I wouldn't do that to Tom. I need to talk to him and make amends."
That evening, Tom was really pissed. "That bitch is so full of shit I never want to see her again. I know and least three other girls that would like for me to screw them. Where does she get off telling me I am not a real man if I won't eat her pussy? Fuck her, there are lots of other fish in the sea."
The next day I called Gail again. "I'm glad you called, Kent. Tom and I had a real blow up on the phone yesterday. It ended up by me telling him to go screw himself and he slammed the phone down. I think were finished. Anyway, I don't need him if your offer is still open. How about you taking me to dinner and a movie?"
When I hesitated she said, "You don't have a car do you?" When I told her I didn't, she said she would pick me up in front of the dorm at 6:00 PM sharp.
