Tom squinted against the glare of the sun. The residents of the dorm were out on the rear quad this afternoon, with blankets spread out on the grass. Several were chasing a soccer ball around nearby. Others were right here, lying out on the blankets in tiny swimsuits.
He was watching over the girls. He felt responsible for them, as their RA. The quad was fairly secluded, behind Lyttefel, their Victorian residence hall, but you never knew who could come along. His legs were stretched out on the blanket between Sandy and Rachel, and he leaned on an elbow, gazing out.
Lana kicked the soccer ball across the field. Her little shorts were yellow today, with a thin clinging tank top. The bottom quarter of her ass cheeks peeked out from under the shorts, gloriously bright in the afternoon sun. They bounced as she ran, and in his mind's eye it was all happening in slow motion, droplets of sweat flinging from her skin in glittering arcs through the air.
Nina kicked it back to her. Her long dark legs rippled with the impact of her foot upon the ball. Her shorts were bright blue, just as tight as Lana's. Maybe tighter. On her it looked like someone had stretched a bit of lycra over a black marble sculpture of the female physique. The two of them were both on the girls' soccer team. The Pussycats, they'd called it.
"I just don't want a tan line going across my back," Rachel said, looking at Sandy over Tom's legs. She was laying on her stomach, and reached now to untie the bikini strap laying across her spine. Her breasts were pressed into the ground, bulging out at the sides. Her top lay underneath, green straps slithering out upon the blanket.
"Yeah, but you'll get a sunburn if you're not careful," said Sandy, peering at her from across Tom's knees. Sandy's pendulous breasts hung and swung as she moved, and squashed out as she pressed back down onto the blanket, barely encumbered by the little triangles of white fabric stretched over her big nipples, lumpy from the metal rings under each of them. In fact her top was so tight and small it pushed down into her tits, so they swelled out around it, below and on either side of the triangles, the thin straps cutting deeply into her tit flesh.
She rolled onto her side, breasts lolling on her chest, but caught up in that bikini like dough trying to squeeze through a net. The girls were laying in the opposite direction from Tom, with their feet by his head, so he had a great view of their barely covered behinds. Sandy hooked a thumb under her little white bikini bottom and slid it down her ass, lifting and adjusting the material so Tom got an eyeful of pale cheek as she moved around.
"Here," she said, getting a bottle from her bag on the grass. "You need to put on some sunscreen."
"My top's undone," Rachel reminded her. "Can you rub it on for me, please?"
"Of course." Sandy leaned toward the other girl, over Tom's legs. Her breasts dragged across his bare knees as she reached. Her skin felt cool against him, her piercings hard through the fabric of her bikini top. His cock was taking notice of the situation, growing heavy in his shorts.
"I don't know if you should have that undone out here anyway," Tom said, his thick member beginning to swell and push awkwardly down his leg. He tried to shift a bit without drawing attention to it, but that just made it press against his shorts more firmly. "It is a public quad."
"It's fine, we come tanning out here all the time," said Sandy, spreading lotion over Rachel's back. Her tits kept bumping and sliding on his legs as she moved. His erection was lifting one leg of his shorts up off his thigh, now, and starting to ache.
"Can you get the front for me, too?" asked Rachel, rolling onto her back, her green top still abandoned on the blanket. She was lying right up against Tom's left leg, now, hands behind her head, bare tits perky atop her chest. Her rosy areolas were barely darker than the surrounding skin, fading as they spread out, like her breasts were blushing. Her nipples were raised nubs, firm looking, with little dimples in the center.
"Sure, we can't have tan lines here, now can we?" Sandy replied, reaching for both of Rachel's tits with handfuls of sunscreen. She worked it over the soft mounds until the girl's nipples grew hard and tall under her hands. Tom saw her pinch and squeeze as she spread the lotion over them.
"Oh god," whispered Tom under his breath, watching them.
"What was that, Tom?" inquired Sandy, glancing up from Rachel's tits.
"I don't, um." he stammered. "I'm not sure--"
"Here, let me put some on you, now," said Rachel, taking the bottle. She got some in her hands and sat up to apply it to Sandy's ample bosom, pressing in on all the bulges around her tight swimsuit. Her tits grew slick and shiny, and her white bikini top looked saturated and transparent with the greasy lotion. Rachel's fingers started slipping under it, pushing it out of the way. She was working sunscreen into her friend's puffy nipples, smearing it around the cold metal rings.
"Come on now, girls," he said in a warning tone. These two had been absolutely incorrigible ever since he thoroughly doused them both with semen, that first night at the dorm. "You can't do that out here!"
Rachel turned her gaze on him. "Do what?" she asked coyly, rolling Sandy's nipple between her fingers. The other girl let out a soft low moan.
"I'm just going to take this off," Sandy breathed, fumbling at the string behind her back. That made her tilt forward, falling into Tom's lap, tits first, and dragging Rachel's groping hands along with her. Tom's erection was throbbing dully, straining against his shorts, and now suddenly buffeted from all sides through the fabric by soft female flesh. He felt Sandy's breasts pillowing her fall, and Rachel's knuckles grazing his aching cock as she got her hands out from under her friend's tits.
"What's this?" she asked with a smile, feeling the length of his erection through the shorts.
"Hey now," he stammered, as she reached under the hem and found his cock head with her fingers. "The others will see what you're doing! And Lydia's right there," he whispered urgently, glancing at the girl a few yards away. Lydia had been lying on her own blanket in silence for the past half-hour, hidden under her umbrella draped with a dark cloth. Just her legs were visible, clad in a pair of torn up black tights, gauzy strands stretched across her pale skin.
"No one's looking," said Rachel softly, working his shorts up his leg, to bring out about half the length of his cock. She encircled the head with her fingers and lifted up on it, bowing the shaft slightly. Sandy reached over to touch it, her effort to remove her top forgotten for the moment. Well, the tiny thing was shoved up off of her tits, at least. Her nipple rings glinted in the sunlight as her fingertips made contact with the very tip of his erection, and slipped in the pre-cum seeping from the opening there. She made circles around it, giggling.
"Let me just..." Rachel grunted and adjusted her ass on the blanket, tilting her pelvis forward. "Here we go," she said, reaching down to slip her fingers under her green bikini, down by her pussy. She shifted the material over to one side, exposing smooth labia, and the moist pink slit between them. She tugged on one lip with her fingers, stretching her opening, and stroked her clit as it began to swell up before his eyes.
"This is really--" he tried, as she got a leg over him and positioned her pussy by his cock. She put one hand on his chest, holding herself up with knees bent and feet planted on either side, and used her other hand to rub his slick seeping cockhead between her lips. "Rachel! Lydia will hear--" He gasped softly as he slipped inside her, pussy stretching over the head of his cock as she pressed herself awkwardly down on him. At the low angle offered she could only get him a little way in, grunting quietly as she ground her clit against him. Tom gave a low groan. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head and her movements grew spastic and jerky.
"They're coming back!" Sandy warned, as Rachel twitched on his erection.
"Shit," hissed Rachel, tumbling off of him. His cock sprang free with a spritz of pussy juice spattering his thigh. "Shit!" She rubbed her drippy pussy quickly as she pulled her bikini back into place. Sandy yanked Tom's shorts down over his swollen, straining member, making him wince, and tried to casually adjust her top back onto her big hard nipples.
Nina appeared first, followed by Misty and Lana, running after the soccer ball from the other side of the quad. Lana gave a good kick, and it went wide, soaring straight into the big puddle of mud from last week's late summer thunderstorm. The spinning ball struck the puddle with a splash, flinging muck all over Lydia's blanket, and a bounce, landing with a crash into her umbrella, knocking it over. The ball itself was covered in mud, and left a wet brown streak wherever it rolled. It all happened very quickly, and as soon as the umbrella was knocked aside, Lydia was standing up, fury in her eyes.
Tom could see now that her torn tights were thigh-high stockings, topped with dark elastic bands, and she wore a pair of lacy black panties, with just a thin silky ribbon over each hip, and one disappearing between the cheeks of her ass, to hold them in place over a sweet little pussy that could be seen quite clearly through the transparent lace. She had a narrow landing strip of dark trimmed hair ending just above her pretty labia. She wore black lipstick and her eyes were smokey with dark makeup. And unfortunately, there was a huge splatter of wet mud over much of her left leg, and another plastered across her chest, ruining her matching black bra.
"What the actual fuck, Lana?" she shouted.
"I'm sorry about that, Lydia," said the other girl, sauntering up to the mud puddle with a smirk. "Hey, could you toss us the ball? We don't want to get mud on us."
Well, that was the wrong thing to say, thought Tom. These two seemed to have some kind of history between them. He remembered they were roommates; maybe that had something to do with it. Lydia squinted her dark eyes in rage, and curled her delicate fingers into fists. "You're such a fucking jock," she screamed, and threw herself at the taller, stronger soccer player. She should have been helpless in the other girl's hands, but she took her by surprise, and got ahold of Lana's tank top and yanked, tearing the shoulder straps. Lana's breasts bounced free as the garment was ripped half-way off.
