Power Of Desire

It was my sophomore year at college and the second year in the Graves Hall co-ed dorm. Every floor was split lengthwise by a long hallway, putting boys on one side and girls on the other. Each side had their own shared bathroom facilities half-way down the hall. I shared my room with this freshman named Jack, a chubby, funny guy that fancied himself as a musician. Among the girls of my floor, there were plenty sweet, young things. They were all wide-eyed and innocent, finally getting away from parents and their rules. Most tried too hard to be the dim-witted sorority stereotype. But not Charlotte.

I only knew her name by asking around. Usually, I was very outgoing with the girls at school but around her, I got tongue-tied. There was something about Charlotte, that sweet face and her curves, that made me watch her. And want her.

It was winter break and Charlotte and I were the only two left on our floor. Everyone else had family to visit but my folks had decided to go on a cruise. I spent most of the time with what little school work I had to do or on the Xbox. But even with those distractions, my mind wandered to the girl down the hall. It was going on 3 a.m. and I was feeling frisky, realizing that I hadn't gotten any since that frat party about a month ago. I decided to take matters into my own hand and take a hot shower. Maybe jerking off in the shower would be relaxing. With my robe on, I made my way to the bathroom and hopped into one of the shower stalls. The hot water pounded on my back as I stroked myself. I imagined Charlotte being in there with me, bending over, wanting me to enter her wet pussy. The more I stroked and fantasized, the more I wanted to see her in person. Maybe she would be sleeping. Maybe in the nude. The thoughts filled my head so that I wasn't thinking straight anymore.

Before I knew it, I was sneaking down the darkened hall with not a thing on, cock in hand and using the other hand to test the handle that led to Charlotte. The handle turned easily and silently. Leave it to freshmen to leave things unlocked. I opened the door just enough to see that the room beyond was dark so I pushed it a little more. Just enough to slip inside and close it behind me.

My pulse was racing. My rational mind couldn't put together where I was and what I was doing. But rationale had been left in the shower stall. I crept through the living area with the help of the soft glow of a night light. The doors to the two bedrooms were left standing open. In one, a neatly bed stood empty in the near pitch blackness. In the other I could see the muted lumps beneath a heavy quilt on Charlotte's bed. The city lights outside made undulating lines on the bed as it peeked through the blinds.

I entered the room quietly along the wall, trying not to run into anything. Arriving at the side of her bed, I watched her sleep. Her face was turned away from the door and she was lying on her back. I could see the quilt rise and fall rhythmically with her easy breathing. I was still damp from the shower and the air was a little cold. How I wanted to jump under her covers. But my plan was just to watch her, maybe get a glimpse of her creamy skin, before going back and finishing in the shower. My hand kept my erection hard which was not difficult with the excitement of the intrusion.

A naughty thought raced across my horny mind and my free hand obeyed. I reached down, taking the edge of the quilt and slowly, very slowly, pulled it away from her shoulders. Underneath, the white of the sheets kept me from seeing any skin. But I persevered with the unmaking of her bed. With the quilt out of the way, the sheet that was left revealed even more of the rolling form that it tried to hide.

In hind-sight, I should have stopped there, snuck away, gone back to the shower and shot my load. But I wasn't thinking clearly. I did with the sheet as I had with the quilt and peeled it away from her form. The pink pajama top was anti-climatic but as I continued, I was rewarded with a view of her perfectly formed, bare ass. My cock stiffened and its head swelled. But why stop there? Her soft skin was within reach. If I could only reach out and touch her.

Some murmuring caught my ears and I looked down to see her eyes start to blink open. The panic was back but instead of running away, I instinctively jumped on top of her, a hand forcing her head into her pillow so her protests were muffled. I straddled her thighs to keep her legs from beating against my back while I grabbed at her flailing wrists. I caught one hand and wrenched it up between her shoulder blades. She let out a sharp yelp into her pillow which seemed to distract her enough so I could force her other wrist behind her as well.

With one hand, I held her wrists and the other I kept her head down so she could not see her attacker. She wiggled and struggled in vain against the force of my body pressing her down. Her motions only made me more aroused and forceful. My swollen member lay on the crack of her ass, pulsing, wanting to enter her. I put the full weight of my body against her back and maneuvered my feet between her knees. She put up a good fight to keep her legs closed but eventually she weakened and seemed to give up. I forced her thighs to open and allow my cock to slide down to the opening of her pussy.

Her head tried to shake and her pleading was muffled but I didn't care. I pushed my way inside, forcing her to accept me. She screamed into the pillow as I entered. It took several thrusts to get my cock into her unaroused pussy but inch by inch, I disappeared into her. Once fully inside, I stayed there for a moment listening to her whimpers as she just laid there. There was no struggling anymore. I didn't even need to hold her wrists. Released, her hands slid down to rest at her sides.

With her natural lubricants covering my cock, it made for easier work as I slid in and out of her. It didn't take long for me to feel like I was going to explode. And when I did, everything melted away and all I could focus on was her hair that was sprawled over her pillow, covering the side of her face.

When I was spent, I just laid there on her while she shuddered, crying into her pillow. Then, she said something. It was a small, broken whisper that I didn't quite catch. Her voice came again, this time a little clearer but still trembling, "Thank you, Bobby." That stopped my breathing and I was gripped with fear at the thought that she knew who I was. I pushed up from her and scrambled out the bedroom door, running into the corner of a table that banged against my thigh and spun me around.

I limped the rest of the way back to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I collapsed onto my bed and waited for my heart to stop racing. The thrill and the euphoria finally died away and the only thing left was her voice thanking me. Had she known it was me from the start? Did she somehow like what I did? The questions erupted and faded away until I drifted into sleep.