** All characters are over the age of 21, and are sexually active college students **
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She read the number on the door with a sense of urgency and knocked quickly. The door swung open in a matter of moments, yet each second that ticked by, she felt her anxiety notch up slightly. The flood of relief she felt when the door opened made her visibly sway.
"Hello" greeted the tall young man inside the apartment. He looked vaguely familiar. Perhaps he was in one of her classes. She stared at him.
"Do you know why you are here?"
She frowned. It seemed such an obvious question. She should know, shouldn't she? For some reason she was drawing a blank. She took half a step back and started to look around.
"That's all right" he said soothingly, drawing her attention back to him. "Take a deep breath and tell me the last thing that you remember."
"I was in the library," her mind seemed to think that was a happy memory. That didn't seem right... "The wi-fi went down in our dorm... I have a paper due tomorrow. I went to the library to use their computer..."
She rubbed her temples a bit. She had a general sense that she was where she wanted to be - where she needed to be - but she could not remember why she had left the library if she had homework to do.
"Well, my name is Theodore". Her mind seemed to convulse at the name and her attention came back to his face. "Would you like to use my computer screen?"
At the word screen, her eyes closed for just a second and her hand almost touched herself between her legs. She started to look past him into the house, focussed on getting to the offered screen.
He backed away from the door, leading her inside. As he walked, he talked to her in a calm low voice. "Come in. I'd be happy to show you my screen. We splurged for the largest screen we could afford. It's great for playing games."
Every time he said the word screen, her eyes dropped partway shut and she felt a wave of warmth rush over her. Her hand moved a little closer to rubbing herself.
As they backed into the living room, suddenly there was the sound of gunfire and laughter. Both of them looked in the direction of the couch, where his two roommates had started a video game, and were enthusiastically duelling each other.
"Idiots" he muttered under his breath, but caught her face in his hands and stared into her eyes.
"I'm going to set the screen up for you. It is a big screen. You'll be able to see everything that you want in the screen. You'll feel better once I settled you in front of the screen. You're feeling hot. You're feeling uncomfortable wearing all of those clothes. You'll be able to see the screen better when you are comfortable and relaxed. Relax. That's it. Good girl."
She was staring into his eyes. They seemed familiar to. They made her feel good. She was feeling warm. He was so nice. He was right, it was too warm for clothes in here. She wanted to see the screen. She mostly maintained eye contact with him as she slipped off her clothes. When she lifted her sweatshirt over her head, that contact broke and when she pulled it off, she felt cooler and started to look around again... what... What was she doing?
"SCREEN!" He turned around and growled the word like an order and startled the two young men out of their game. They looked over their shoulders to see a mostly naked female and immediately scrambled to shut down the game console, straighten the yoga mat that had been pushed to one side and step out of the way.
The first young man grabbed for a remote control and hit a few buttons. The lights in the rooms dimmed and a low, dull, pulsating beat filled the space.
Her blood started to pulse in time with the beat. She froze in place.
"Very good" he pulled her forward slightly farther into the room. "Let's get you in front of the screen."
All she could feel was a rush of arousal and thankfulness that he was helping her get to the screen.
She was so still and relaxed that he could move her into any position that he liked. He gently pushed her down so that she was kneeling in the centre of the, currently dark, screen. He helped her spread her knees slightly apart, rest her hands on her knees - and then helped her out of her bra to bring her to full nakedness.
The sight of her kneeling before him had his blood racing and his cock pushing painfully against his fly. He pressed another button and the screen behind him erupted in swirling colours.
Her entire body shuddered and leaned forward, yearning to fill her vision with the stimulating colours again.
He smiled and moved his body out of her way, trailing his hands down her neck, and her chest... to cup one of her breasts. She sighed and kept her eyes locked on the screen.
He knelt behind her, reached around and took a breast in each hand. He softly brushed her nipples, bringing them to small peaks. Her body flushed and he was sure he sensed a small moan. Her eyes never left the screen.
While he leaned around her, continuing to stroke her nipples softly, he whispered in her ear "Good girl". At that, she did moan.
"I am so proud of you for finding the screen" she trembled in his hands and her dominant hand moved from her knee to rest on her soft nest of public hair. "You deserve your reward," he continued whispering softly "your body needs the screen. It throbs for the spirals. It needs to read the words."
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. Her eyes stared directly ahead, her subconscious soaking in every movement, every suggestion that flashed by. The words told her how good it felt to sink into the spirals on the screen. How much pleasure the screen was going to bring her. How wonderful it felt to kneel in front of the screen and obey the voice in her ear.
She began to nod as he asked her questions. Soon her body was rocking slightly with the rhythm of the pulses. Every spiral seemed to pull her arousal up from her core to flood her senses. She was barely conscious of the additional stimulation he was giving her from her breasts.
"You want to give in to your arousal. You want to release all that pressure that is building inside of you. In a moment I am going to give you the command that you've been waiting for." She shuddered in his arms and groaned... almost moving her fingers against herself.
"Tell me what you want to do" he asked softly.
"I want to touch" she said immediately.
"You may touch yourself" he said.
A sound almost like a sob escaped her as was she finally able to rub her clit along with the deep beats and in reaction to the words on the screen. Her body, released to motion, started to rock and move in time with her hand. He looked over her shoulder and watched her hand, working to control his own breathing.
"Good girl". She convulsed.
She whimpered. She was struggling to keep her eyes open and not lose the swirls while losing herself in the intense sensations.
"Pleeeasseeee" she begged.
"Use one finger" he agreed.
He finally undid his belt and zipper and slipped his cock out and into his hands. He let out his own delighted groan as he allowed himself to grip and stroke himself in time with her hand.
Making a strangled cry, she slipped one finger into her soaking pussy and started to move it in and out as fast as she could... working for her release.
"Pleeasees, mooore" she cried.
"Two fingers" he agreed.
Instantly she had two fingers inside herself and hooked them and thrust frantically to reach her special spot. She was groaning with every hard strike of her hand inside herself, while also humping her fingers.
He had to stop stroking and struggled to relax to keep himself from ending his own fun too early. He looked over his shoulder. His one roommate had his own cock out and was raptly watching their guest. The other was standing perfectly still, watching the screen blankly, but also had his cock out - and was awkwardly stroking it with two fingers. He grinned. In a small corner of his mind he noted that the would never have to take his shift at doing the dishes ever again.
She was clearly flying towards her peak and desperate to go over the edge. The sounds that had begun as soft moans had grown to high pitched whimpering and she was almost squeezing her eyes closed, leaning against him for support as she worked herself harder.
