I'm Sophia. I'm in my second year of college now, but this all happened during my first year. I'm not allowed to tell you where, but it's in the upper Midwest.
Smart, well-rounded people go here, or at least people that think they're smart. I don't consider myself a genius, but am generally pretty studious, with some serious drive (it's how I got into this school in the first place) and a quieter disposition, which left me steering clear of most social events my first month.
My incoming class was over-subscribed (more students said Yes than they expected) so housing was tight and they had to move some older students off-campus. I lucked out, getting a single in a suite (rather than a shared double like most of my classmates), and with two amazing roommates, Cassie and Kate. We had a fourth suite-mate Julie, who was a sophomore, but she was a different story entirely. In fact, let me start with her.
In a space that small (we each had a small bedroom that opened into a shared space large enough for a couch and our tv, and we shared a bathroom), there wasn't much hidden among the four of us. I'm a little more conservative than the rest of them, but when it was just us girls, we were down to bras and panties pretty quick, fixing hair, judging outfits, gossiping about boys. What we knew, what we didn't, what we wanted to know. Julie mostly filled in the 'what we knew' category.
Julie was a dishwater blond from the East Coast who came one week early for cross-country, and informed us when we arrived later that week that she was at school primarily to find a hubby. I don't think she was alone in that strategy, but her technique boggled my sheltered mind: Sex first, to check compatibility. 'If the sex doesn't work, how will the relationship?' was what she said. So she lived that mantra to the fullest - and we spent most of a semester living just one thin wall away from her efforts (which seemed like less and less of an effort as time went on). The first month we mostly just heard guys grunting, and she tended to kick them out by midnight. But by the end of the semester she was choosing better, and there seemed to be mutual enjoyment that lasted the whole night through. In early December she met Charlie, saw him six (loud) nights in a row, and then moved out by the end of the week - right before her finals! She hadn't done much in the way of classwork anyway, so our suite became just the three of us, and they didn't end up replacing her the following semester, which turned out to be fortuitous for the rest of us (well, more or less).
That first month she brought someone home every Friday and Saturday night, without fail (and a different guy each night, except once when I think she was drunk and didn't realize it was the same guy - she sent him home before the sex). From the various things we heard through the wall from her "partners," her technique rarely changed. First she delivered a sloppy blow-job, which they invariably seemed to enjoy quite a bit. It embarrassed me to no end to hear the slurping, and the moaning, and sometimes the begging. It usually got worse from there. We had had one awkward conversation about if she might want to tone down the noise a bit, but none of us were willing to push her on it, and she told us we were just prudes who ought to instead be embracing our sexuality - 'it's what college is all about.' So, she kept on with the noisy sex, and we mostly cowered in our rooms Friday and Saturday nights. Though during the daylight hours the 4 of us got on fairly well.
But one night in mid-October, Cassie and I had gone out to dinner, and Kate was home with her family for the weekend. We got back to the room at 10:30, having stopped by a friends' party and had a few beers (well, Cassie had 2 and I had 1, enough for tipsying, but not enough to try and bring someone home - that was something I had barely even contemplated. And Julie's technique more than made up for my timidity). Julie had made her move early this night - and when we got to the door we could hear them even from the hall as Cassie took out her keys.
"Oh god Jill, suck it, suck it. Right there. Perfect. Take me deeper now. Use your tongue. Yes, yes, yes!"
And then Julie (it's not THAT hard a name to remember)... "Oh baby, please come on my tits, please, please John, I need it."
Cassie and I had heard it before, and we exchanged a glance and a drunken giggle, and tip-toed quietly into the suite so as not to disturb the lust-birds. Cassie's room was on the left, then Julie's, then the bathroom, then my room on the far right, then Kate's room on the near right. Cassie peeled off to her room on the left, and I took three steps toward my room... and stopped cold. Julie had broken our only real 'sex rule' - she hadn't shut her door.
John (if Julie had his name right) was on the taller side, and quite well built, with rippling chest muscles and some serious pecs. His skin had a darker tint to it, maybe from Central America or the Middle East. Every one of his muscles was in sharp relief in the dim light and glowing with sweat - and they were all tensed to the utmost as he got ready to come. Julie was kneeling before him, in just her favorite pink panties, both hands wrapped around his generous penis. And it was pretty generous indeed. We used to joke about how big her hands were (you know, big hands = big boobs), but right now Julie's hands looked small. And they were moving in a swirling motion, sliding up and down and around in smooth strokes, holding his penis tilted down at an angle, just inches above her ample breasts.
I need to pause for a moment to talk about Julie's breasts, which at this point in the year I'd seen plenty of. They were far and away the nicest breasts in our suite, and we all knew it. I don't care if that makes me sound like a lesbian, it's true. She usually wore a too-small C-cup bra, which was a choice of cleavage emphasis over functionality, and her nipples were a gorgeous soft pink, raspberry-sized when hard (which seemed to pretty much be always - that girl was made for sex), firm and pointing straight out (as opposed to Cassie's which had a lot of areola and tiny nipples, or Kate's which were a little upturned as if presenting a little treat to her partner). On Julie's somewhat skinny frame with her slender runner's waist, they could have been too much, but somehow she made them look just right.
And my eyes and mind were full of that gorgeous phallus being stroked slowly above those two perfect breasts.
When I finally raised my eyes, my mouth gaping, John was staring right into my eyes, smirking. I froze. I felt frozen in place. My hearing dimmed out like I was in a tunnel, and the edges of my vision darkened. His smile widened, he winked at me, and then he began shooting his spunk all over Julie's bare breasts.
"Oh yes baby, give it to me" she said, aiming his spurts at each breast in turn.
My eyes were locked with his, but I could see every blast in my peripheral vision. They seemed to come in time with the loud heartbeats in my ears, temporarily drowning out their moans. In moments it was over, her breasts thoroughly coated, her two hands rubbing her moistened tits, as she dipped her head to take his softening prick back in her mouth, moaning and humming contentedly to herself. The whole time he never broke eye contact, while I waited like a deer to see how the spell would be broken. I knew what was coming next, even if John didn't.
