I was so glad that my roommate was going to be gone for the weekend. It's not that I didn't like her, it had more to do with the fact that dorm rooms don't leave much room for privacy. Especially when she had her boyfriend over constantly. I swear she must have given him a key because sometimes I would come back from class and find him in the room when I was sure I had locked the door. He would insist that he found it open, but it happened too often to be at all convincing.
Maybe if he didn't make me so uncomfortable. He always seemed to look at me almost as though he were hungry. Jenna was a beautiful girl, but James had a roving eye and she knew he cheated on her. She wasn't too concerned because she cheated on him too. They were both content with their situation.
He was a good looking guy too. I had noticed and admired his well-toned muscles and trim body. He also had this dark beauty to him that I found quite intriguing. His dark eyes and jet black hair were my ideal, if it weren't for his sexaholic nature, or the fact that he went with my friend, I might have an interest in him myself.
I was excited to have the room to myself for once because it was a very hot night and the building had no air conditioning. On nights like these, I always slept naked at home. On this night I could. I loved to take a nice cold shower right before bed so that I could slip my clean chilled body over the silky clean sheets and in this way fall asleep.
On this occasion, I lay curled up on my side half asleep having a very pleasant dream. I imagined that there was a man in the room stroking and massaging my bare ass as I lay there luxuriating in his touch. As I writhed my body in response to the stimulation, I slowly became more aware of my surroundings and also became aware that I was not dreaming. There was a hand on my body, stroking, exploring. It slipped over my legs, back and ass; lubricated by the sheen of sweat that the heat had brought to my body.
Though I was aware, I was still not fully awake and did not protest. With my eyes still closed, I sighed and rolled my body over, exposing my whole front to the hand and it's owner. The hand went for my breasts. First carefully massaging and passing gently over my nipples. This quiet massage lulled me further into sleep and I was experiencing all of my sensations as though through a kind of fog.
One hand trailed down my front to the place where my legs joined. It rubbed my mound before slipping down encounter my damp lips and further to my exposed clit. My body gave an involuntary shudder as the thumb met with my clit. My breathing became heavier and a moaning escaped my throat. I was in a trance-like state as I writhed and moaned beneath the silent fingers.
I was snapped out of my reverie quite abruptly as my nipple was suddenly sharply pinched. The pain was just enough to wake me up enough to truly realize what was happening.
"What?" I mumbled groggily. "What are you doing? Who are you?" I immediately felt the bed sink beneath the weight of another body. I could feel a knee to either side of my waist and the hands that had only seconds before had me in an ethereal state of pleasure that I had never before experienced, were now fumbling in the dark to find my hands. They quickly did and grabbed them tightly to lift them and pin them above my head.
It all happened so quickly that I had no time to protest and before I could voice my alarm, my mouth was stopped by another. The kiss was savage and lustful. I could feel that the man atop me was wearing pants but no shirt and beneath the pants, I could discern that he was remarkably well-endowed, and in the proper state to utilize it.
