Theresa closed the door and leaned against it, panting with excitement. "Oh my God, Stacey. You'll never guess who I just fucked!"
Stacey didn't bother to look up from her study guide. "Who haven't you fucked? You've been sleeping with guys ever since you came back from spring break."
"Yeah, but this was a professor!"
Stacey looked up sharply. "Who?"
"Grant."
"Yeah, right."
Theresa smiled and nodded.
"Professor Grant, one of the nicest teachers on campus. And married, too."
Theresa kept nodding, her smile widening.
"I don't believe you."
Theresa shrugged and sank into a chair, a dreamy expression in her eyes. "It was amazing. All I did was smile at him, and he got out of his car and chased me down like I was some kind of prey. We did it in the woods behind the admissions office. I thought maybe he just wanted to kiss me a little, but pretty soon he was pulling my shirt up and sucking my tits. Then he reached inside my shorts..."
"Please, spare me the details," said Stacey, squirming uncomfortably. Hearing about Theresa's depraved exploits always made her feel horny, and she had been horny a lot lately. She didn't know why, but her thoughts kept drifting to different boys at the school, imagining all sorts of steamy scenarios - all of which ended with their dicks thrusting up inside her. The daydreams had been getting more and more lurid, and masturbating in the bathroom had become a regular necessity. She would never admit it, but part of her wanted to be doing what Theresa was doing. Unlike Theresa, however, she had better things to do than go prowling around for sex all the time.
Theresa put her hands behind her head, showing off breasts that seemed to have grown in size lately. "Oh, but you should have seen his cock. It was huge! When that thing went inside me, I thought I was going to lose my mind. And then he started fucking me, and that was it. I just lay there and groaned like an animal in heat while he plunged that hard dick in and out of me. He was pumping me so fast, I could tell he was gonna come soon. The look on his face -- just pure, savage lust!"
Stacey was getting really wet now. Her cheeks felt hot, and she felt a growing urge to reach inside her pants and start rubbing herself. The more Theresa talked, the more Stacey wished it was her, lying on the grass, moaning wildly as the Professor's thick cock wormed its way in and out of her pussy. She was going to start masturbating any second now, right in front of her promiscuous roommate. And what was worse, she realized that Theresa was watching her intently, as if gauging the effect her words were having. It was like she was deliberately stoking her fire - like she wanted to see her give in.
"That's enough," said Stacey, rising from her seat. "I don't want to hear any more."
Theresa shrugged and smiled. "Suit yourself. Are you going to class?"
"Yeah. Aren't you?"
"I don't know. I thought I would go hang out at the gym for a while. Maybe get some exercise with some of the guys there."
Stacey shook her head. "Whatever. I'll see you later." She picked up her backpack and moved toward the door.
"They're gonna get you, too, you know. Sooner or later, you're gonna get a cock inside you. And you're gonna love it. You're gonna love it so much, you'll stop wanting anything else."
"Yeah, right," said Stacey. But try as she might, she couldn't ignore the hungry stirrings in her pussy. Within two minutes, she was sitting on a toilet seat, frantically stroking herself and trying not to moan too loudly.
*****
The days had been getting hotter lately, and Stacey noticed that a lot of the guys had stopped wearing shirts. Everywhere she looked, she saw lean, well-muscled arms and abs. Had they all started working out or something? She tried to keep her eyes from lingering on their hard bodies, but it wasn't easy - especially when she realized that they were looking at her, too. Maybe she shouldn't have picked such a tight T-shirt to wear - or shorts that went as far up as they did. But with this heat, she couldn't bear to wear much more than this. And she didn't mind the stares too much.
Just a few yards away from her, a blond-haired hunk looked like a model from a sports commercial as he jumped up to catch a frisbee. Twirling it in his finger, he looked at her and smiled. "Want to play?" he asked.
A different scene flashed into her mind - she was wearing a pink bikini, laughing as she grabbed the frisbee and ran - but not fast enough to outrun him. When he caught her, he wrestled her to the ground, tickling her as she tried to keep the disc away from him. He started kissing her - playfully at first - on her shoulder, on her neck. Then the kisses became slower, more deliberate, his mouth sensuously exploring on her bare skin. Frisbee forgotten, she moaned softly as his lips brushed her nipple through the thin fabric. She made no objection as he tugged off the pink barrier, exposing her supple flesh for all to see. She didn't care, not with his fingers now gliding toward her crotch. Panting with excitement, she watched as he slowly kissed his way down her belly, his hand wriggling inside her bikini bottom and stroking her wet slit. A crowd was gathering around, staring at her as she gradually lost control, her hips bucking against those squirming fingers. With a hard yank, he tore her bikini bottom off and started kissing her cunt. Right there on the lawn, naked in front of everyone, she spread her thighs and allowed him to work his tongue inside her. She grew dizzy with lust as he eagerly lapped at her feverish lips, driving her wild. Let them watch, she thought. Let them see me come. His tongue swirled and prodded her swollen clit, teasing her, assaulting her, goading her into a reckless, screaming climax.