My name is Ryan. Ryan Ferreti.
I consider myself an average looking guy. Not an athlete with an amazing by any means, but I don't have any extra pounds either. 6'2" tall, dark hair to my shoulders, blue eyes; I thought girls wouldn't be much of a problem for a guy like me, here in college. Yet all the same, for the third weekend in a row, I didn't have anyone keeping me company... just an empty bed, a whole lot of school work and even more time to kill.
The dorm hallways were dark. I had stepped out to buy a late night coffee - admittedly hoping to find a girl, too - and by the time I got back, the RA had dimmed the entire floor. It was 3 in the morning, after all.
Up ahead was the only light guiding me towards my room - across the hall from mine, Melissa Darwood's room, her door propped open. Ironically, a girl was the only one who had the balls to disobey our nazi-esque RA and make all the fuss she wanted at all hours of the night. Melissa alone was enough reason for me to be glad I lived in a coed dorm.
As I approached my door and pulled out my keys, I turned to look inside of her room. A lamp on the nightstand illuminated the piles and piles of clothing she had lying everywhere, suitcases that were not yet entirely unpacked under some of them. Her bed was the only part of the room that was completely tidy and well kept, but I didn't look there long. On all fours in front of it, was Melissa herself, digging out more clothing from under it and throwing it into the piles around the room. Sorting, I guess.
Man, what a body. It was well known to the rest of the floor that she paid for her college courses through modeling. I didn't have a hard time believing that - long black hair that stopped just above that gorgeous round ass. The only thing I appreciated more than that ass attached to that tiny waist, would be her 36C tits. Real? Fake? Most models are fake these days, I suppose. But it didn't really matter so long as they looked hot as hell, and Melissa and her tits certainly did. And here she was, bent over in front of me, making the sexiest little grunting noises while she tried to reach under that bed of hers...
Her ass stuck straight in the air as she bent down further, her head to the carpet as she was reaching all the way to the back. Her khaki short-shorts had ridden all the way up into her ass, emphasizing every curve she had... I could even clearly see the outline of her pussy. No panties? While I fantasized about that, I could see that her white, short sleeved top had ridden up enough that if I had a better angle, I bet I could see the bottom of her tits. Even the hottest porn rarely looked this hot, and all 8 inches of my dick trying to break out of my jeans would definitely agree.
I had forgotten all about going into my own room while I stared at her. Somewhere along the line I had even put my keys back in my pocket. I just stared at her ass, pushed all the way up into the air and wiggling ever so slightly back and forth... the sexiest little grunts and deep breaths coming from her mouth. If I wasn't looking at her ass, I'd be thinking about what she could wrap that mouth around.
But I WAS looking at her ass. Even I couldn't believe that I now found myself walking straight into her room, like someone else was controlling me. I had to touch it, I was horny as hell after a month without action. I figured, in my best case porn-minded scenario, she'd love it and we'd fuck all night. Worst case, she'd report me to the RA for sexual harassment and who knows what else. In my right mind, I'd probably realize that the possibility of getting kicked out of school was in no way worth groping some girl's ass, but I was hardly in my right mind.
"Mmph.. fuck, where is it," I heard Melissa say under her breath. Her back arched even more as she tried to get her arm further under the bed, oblivious to me approaching her from behind, oblivious that I had quietly closed the door behind me. It was when I dropped down to my knees, my legs on on either side of hers and her ass just inches from my crotch, that she heard the jingle of my pocket change against my keys and realized someone was there. She tried to back out from under the bed, grinding her butt straight back into my dick. I knew she could feel how hard it was, pressing through my jeans against the mound of her pussy, through those tight shorts of hers. I knew she could feel my hands as they gripped and squeezed her ass.
