At the request of readers:
Amanda Green: New girlfriend – petite redhead
Rose Green: Amanda’s mom
Betsy Williams: Girl that was involved in David’s toss into the bathroom.
Girls from sleepover: Katie Wilson, Roberta, Angela, Jessica
Chapter 8
Eric Whitman was my new roommate. He had already moved in so he helped me haul my stuff up to the fifth floor dorm room. It was a coed dorm, sort of. Each floor was a single sex, and being an engineering college, there were a lot more guys that girls. It was pretty obvious that he thought Betsy was pretty hot looking, barely able to take his eyes off her, not that she was wearing anything particularly provocative, like a tank top without a bra, or anything like that. He was quick to ask if she was my sister or girlfriend or something, to which I had to answer that she was just a friend. He was disappointed when she threw cold water on his advance, though not literally. That came in the form of our goodbye. I gave mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek, while Betsy gave me a full body hug with a long, long, long, wet kiss that left my dick hard in my pants. Yeah, Eric was disappointed, but such is life.
I wanted to talk to Mandy, but had no way to get ahold of her until she was moved into her dorm. She was to call my mom, after they got home in two days, and get my phone number and then call me and give me hers. Those two days, while busy with getting registered for classes and such, was interminably long. I finally heard from her the third night, and spent almost her entire long distance discount card worth of minutes, talking about our trips and what we thought of our campuses. I intentionally didn’t tell her about Betsy. It left me feeling a little guilty, but with the distance between us, I really didn’t want to give her anything to worry about, and I honestly didn’t think there was. What I felt for Betsy was done. Period!
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The first two weeks of class were generally straightforward, except for Calculus. Calculus looked to be the bane of my existence. I’d never had trouble with a class before, but this one, this class that was ever so important to everything else I was going to do here, was kicking my butt. I complained to Mandy on our weekly Saturday night call, and she encouraged me to find someone to study with. That problem was solved for me when Professor Saloman handed back the first exam.
“Mister Roberts.” Professor Saloman, my calculus instructor, said as he stood by my seat and set my first exam on it. I looked down and saw the big red D on the top and felt my heart sink. “This course is the basis for almost everything else you do here. Math is the core of engineering. If you don’t improve in this course, your time here will be very short lived.”
“Yes sir.” I responded dejectedly as the girl in the glasses sitting next to me looked over at my paper, trying to look like she wasn’t looking.
Professor Saloman continued down the row, making comments to some students, saying nothing to others. He came to the seat with the girl next to me and set her paper on the desk. The A+ was pretty obvious, which made me feel even worse. “Miss Engle. You seem to have this material well in hand. Might I suggest that you take on Mister Roberts as a study partner and see if you can impart at least a portion of your knowledge of the material to him?”
“Study partner?” She asked in surprise.
“Yes Miss Engle. I understand that you come from a rather independent background and that you are considered to be unique in your abilities, however, engineering requires working in teams and groups, you might as well start learning how to do that now. Mister Roberts seems to be someone who could benefit from your abilities in math. Take him under your wing and let’s see if you have the ability to help grow another person’s understanding of the material. After all, as Albert Einstein said, if you can’t explain it, then you don’t understand it well enough yet.”
“Yes sir.” She answered, clearly not happy about being saddled with what she must consider to be a looser.
After class she stood up by my desk as I packed up my notebook. “Alright. Get this clear. I’m not a plaything. I’m not interested in playing footsie or anything else. We study once a day together. Either in your dorm common area or the library. Got it?”
“Um. Yeah.”
“Good! Meet me tonight at seven in the second floor library study rooms.” She said before turning and walking away. I stared at her as she walked away, wondering if this was actually going to help, or if it was going to be an exercise in having my nose rubbed in my failure. I wasn’t used to failing, but at the moment, I didn’t see much way around it.
After dinner at the dining hall, I got my calc book and notebook and headed to the campus library. It didn’t take me long to find her in a small glass walled study room with a small table and four chairs. She was sitting with the table almost covered with papers and books.
“Knock knock.” I said as I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. “Miss Engel?”
She looked up at me with a scowl. “Patricia. I HATE being called that.” She snapped at me. “Sit down and let’s see just how stupid you are at math!”
I walked to the table and stood there, looking at her. I dropped my notebook and book on the table with a loud thud. “Look. I didn’t ask you to do this, our teacher did. If you don’t want to, just say so and I’ll find someone else to help me. I can’t afford to flunk this class, but I’m not going to sit here and be belittled just because I’m having a little trouble with math!”
She looked up at me almost as if she were looking at an animal in a zoo rather than another person, and a relatively unattractive animal at that. “You’re a boy. You aren’t capable of thinking past your dick. It’s a known fact. At your age the hormone levels drive you toward sex in every situation dealing with the opposite sex. You just can’t help it, it’s biology, and I’m too busy to have to fend off advances from boys that think they are god’s gift to the female gender. Get my drift?”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I have a girlfriend already. Unfortunately, she’s going to Berkley while I’m here, so I’m not interested in playing footsie with you, or anything else for that matter. All I wanna do is figure out how to pass this class. If you can help me, great. If not, then tell me and I’ll go find someone else!” I said feeling my face redden with anger at her condescending attitude.
She sat looking at me for several seconds and then nodded as she started to push a bunch of papers to the side, clearing a space in front of the chair next to her. “Good. We understand each other. Sit down here and let me see your test and we’ll figure out what you don’t know.” She said in a much more civil tone.
I dug out my exam for her and she sat and looked at my paper, humming and hawing, occasionally nodding her head and then shaking it as well. By the time she got to the end of the test, there was no doubt I was confused if I was doing well or poorly. “If you’re going to approach math like this, there’s no hope.” She said as she dropped the test on the table. “You have no idea what you’re doing. You miss steps, you make wandering calculations that don’t seem to have anything to do with the problem. It’s almost as if your mind isn’t focused on what you’re doing. I can’t help you if you can’t focus. You have to be able to concentrate on one problem at a time, follow the steps all the way through without skipping or going off on a tangent.”
“I don’t get it. I’ve never been bad in math, or anything, actually.”
“Well, you are now. Look here.” She said picking up my test. “See this problem? Look at this part, see where you start doing the limit? The process is right, but the numbers are all wrong because you used part of the previous problem. It’s just a lack of concentration. I can’t fix that.”
I shook my head and looked at her. “I don’t understand. I’ve never had this kind of trouble.”
“Look. Professor Saloman asked me to help you. I don’t know how to do that, especially if you’re going to take that attitude. Start out believing you suck at math and maybe we can find a way to get you to think the right way. If it was just a mechanical problem, a problem with how you approach the problem, I can fix that. But you don’t have a problem like that, well mostly not. You’re just not focusing on the work. Look at problem six. See, to here you’re fine. Everything is right and then you go off on this tangent here. All you needed to do was to reduce this equation a little more and you’d have had it, instead you added all this drivel that had nothing to do with the problem.”
“But it was in the word problem.”
“Sure it was. Just because it’s in the problem description doesn’t mean you have to use it. Sometimes there’s more information than you need. Look. Think of it like this. You have headache and there are a hundred bottles in the medicine cabinet. How do you choose what medicine you take?”
“Well, I take aspirin for a headache. I look for the aspirin.”
“How do you know you take aspirin for a headache?”
“Because I’ve done it before.”
“Of course. Calculus is the exact same thing. You follow what you did before, and it all works out. You ignore the stuff that doesn’t matter, the other bottles in the cabinet, and just use the stuff that does matter, the aspirin. See? Simple!”
“But how do I know what matters?”
“I just explained that.” She said with irritation.
“No, you didn’t. You said to ignore what doesn’t matter, how do I know what matters?”
“Because you do what you did before.”
I shook my head, feeling more confused. “I’m not getting it.”
“God do men only think about sex? Alright, you want to make your girlfriend climax, what do you do?”
“What?”
“You heard me. If you wanna make your girlfriend climax, what do you do? What are the steps?”
I looked at her for a moment like she had three heads. “That’s kinda personal, isn’t it?”
I saw her roll her eyes and then stand up next to the table. “Fine. I’m standing here. If you wanted to make me climax, what would do you do?” My look of shock didn’t waver as I sat and stared at her. “What? You don’t know how to make a girl climax? Are you that bad at sex?”
“I never said I was bad at sex or that I couldn’t make you or my girlfriend climax. I just don’t understand where this is going.” I said defensively.
“I’m trying to teach you something. Since all you seem to be able to think about is your girlfriend, I’m trying to use something you might understand. Now, stand up.”
“Okay,”
“Now, if you want to make me climax, what do you do? What steps do you take?”
“Well. Um. I supposed… I guess I start by kissing you. Then I’d tease your breasts and nipples and then I’d tease your pussy with my fingers and, depending on how you wanted me to make you climax, stroke my fingers or my dick into you until you come.”
“Okay. So those are your base steps. Kind of a problem overview. Kissing is step one. Okay, kiss me.”
“Seriously?”
“You want me to teach you or not. If not, I have plenty of my own work to do.”
“Yeah. Okay.” I answered. I stepped to her and took her in my arms and moved my face to hers.
“Okay stop.” I stopped moving and held my face inches from hers. “Where are your arms?”
“Around you?”
“But you said the first step was to kiss me. That isn’t kissing. Did you miss a step?”
“Well. Um. I supposed I did. I have to hold you first. Then I kiss you.”
“Okay. So step one is holding me, not kissing me. Alright, now, step one is done, do step two, kiss me.”
I hesitated and she pushed her face to mine to start the kiss. If there was one thing all that sex with Mandy and her friends taught me, was there was no substitute for a good kiss to start off sex, and they taught me how to kiss pretty damn well. I pulled my face back from her to break what she had started and then gently moved my face back to hers, gently brushing her lips with mine before pressing them slightly harder. She opened her mouth and I felt her arms wrap around me as I teased her lips and tongue with mine. I was actually surprised to hear her groan softly into my mouth. I gently pulled away from her face, leaving her flushed and breathing heavily.
“Then what? What’s the next step?” She panted lightly, her face flushed after the long embrace.
“I’d usually tease her breasts and nipples.” I whispered, still holding her.
“Okay, show me.” I moved my right hand from her back around to her front and stroked her left breast gently, teasing my fingers across her bra covered nipple. “Is that how you do it? Just like that?”
“Not usually. I’d usually take off her shirt and bra first.”
“So, If you don’t take my shirt off, it doesn’t work the same, does it? If you do take my shirt off, then you’ve skipped steps again, right?”
“I’d think it’d feel a lot better without your bra and shirt on.”
“So if you knew you needed to do that, why didn’t you? Why skip the step and go right to rubbing my nipples if you knew it wasn’t the right way to do it?”
“We’re here. It isn’t exactly private.” I answered, still stroking her nipple through her shirt.
“But skipping the step, private or not, doesn’t solve the problem, does it? The problem solution you’re working to is giving me an orgasm. So, it doesn’t help to short circuit the process. That’s what I’m trying to show you. You have to outline all the steps, every one, and then you have to do all those steps, or it doesn’t work. So, this isn’t a private place. That wasn’t in the problem description, but you know it needs to be done. what could you do? Can you add or change one step to make the process you outlined still work?”
“I could turn your back to the window first.”
“Okay. Do that.” She whispered. I turned her back to the window and released her. I moved both hands to the front of her button-down shirt and started undoing the little white buttons. “So, what step did you forget now?”
“I didn’t say I was going to unbutton your shirt.”
“Is that an important step?”
“Well, I guess I need to before I can take your shirt off.”
“So, it IS important, isn’t it?” She whispered.
“It is I guess.” I answered as I kept undoing the buttons slowing down as I got lower and lower, her cream colored blouse spreading and exposing her creamy stomach and chest and the white lace bra she had on. I unbuttoned as far as I could go and then reached for the little fabric tie around her waist holding her pants up.
“What are you doing now?”
“Um. Untying your belt?”
“Why?”
“Because your shirt is still tucked in, and I can’t take it off until I do.”
“So, you skipped another step? You’re not too good at outlining the steps you need are you?”
“I guess not.”
“So, now, think back to the beginning. What are the steps so far? All of them, not just the big ones.”
“Um. Take you in my arms and hold you. Move my face to yours, kiss you, unbutton your shirt and open your pants.”
“Very good. Okay. Keep going. Let’s see what else you forgot.” I undid the front of her pants and let them fall down her legs to pool around her ankles, her shirt hanging down now over her butt and crotch. I went back to undoing the buttons and then after the last was undone, I gently coaxed the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. I pulled it off her arms and set it on the table. I reached around her and moved my fingers to the clasp of her bra. “What are you doing?”
“Taking your bra off.”
“Oh? So just take it off.” I started to unclasp the fasteners again. “Stop. What are you doing?”
“Um. Undoing the clips.”
“Ahhhh. Missed another step?”
“I guess so.”
“Alright. Unclasp and then remove?”
“Uh huh.”
“Does the order matter?”
“Of course.”
“Do you suppose the order matters in math too?”
“I know it does.”
“So not only having all the steps, but the order of the steps is important. Okay, keep going.” I shrugged and unclipped her bra and then eased it off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her standing in nothing but her pants bunched around her shoes and ankles and a pair of tiny white panties. I took her in my arms again and gently stroked my fingers of my right hand across her nipples. I stoked back and forth a few times and then bent over to lick and suck her now rock hard nipples poking to me from the front of her sexy little C cup breast. “What are you doing now?”
“I was going to suck on your nipples.”
“Was that in the list? The one you gave me at first?”
“Um. No.”
“Does it matter?”
“It helps. I guess I could do it without that, but it’s easier to get you turned on if I do.”
“Ah, so now we have optional steps. How do you know if a step is optional?”
“I guess if it’s something that makes the task easier, but if you leave it out you can still get the end result.”
“So, the end result is to make me climax. You can do it without sucking my nipples, but if you do, it’s easier, is that what you’re saying?”
“Yeah.”
“So, if you’re trying to solve a problem, is writing out the whole formula necessary or optional?”
“Um. Optional, but I guess it’d be easier if I did.”
“Like sucking my nipples?”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay. Go ahead. Let’s see if it helps.”
I leaned my head down and closed my lips around her nipple, gently sucking it and using my tongue to tease across and around it. I felt it harden further under the attention it was receiving as well as her large pink areola puckering and roughening as her body responded. I licked and sucked as I stroked her stomach, slowly moving my fingers down to her white panties. She let out a soft moan as I stroked across her panty, sliding my fingers between her legs as far as I could with her pants holding her feet together. I knew what I needed to do, and was prepared for her to stop me once again as I started to push her panties down.
“Is that another step you missed?” she moaned softly, not stopping me.
“It is.” I whispered, pulling my mouth from her tit. “So is this.” I added as I turned her and pushed her back to sit on the edge of the table. With her bare butt cheeks on the edge, I let go of her and knelt down, pulling her panties down to her ankles. I lifted her feet from the floor, not bothering to take her pants all the way off, but instead letting her feet rest on my leg so I could spread her knees. I leaned my face between her legs and slowly kissed her thighs, teasing closer and closer to her clearly wet lips before slowly kissing her soft, flowery, protruding, inner lips, tasting her excitement. I licked slowly up her lips, spreading them with my tongue.
“Ohhhhhh fuck.” She moaned softly, apparently not caring about the number of students that were gathering outside the room, staring at her mostly naked body through the large windowed wall. She leaned back on her hands, tilting her body back as I licked up her slit and found her clit. “Oh my god yes.” She moaned loudly this time, clearly getting more excited. I slipped one finger ever so slowly into her, feeling her vaginal walls snugly press around it, forcing it slowly deeper into her until I could curl it up into her. Her body suddenly tensed and shuddered as the tip of my finger found that special spot. “OH FUCK!” she gasped, her eyes flying open to look at me. She shifted her weight and pulled my head toward her pussy with one hand as I started to stroke my finger in and out of her like a little dick.
I worked the tip of my finger across that small spot on the top of her vaginal wall, drawing gasps and grunts from her as she tried to rock her hips and push them toward my face. I licked and flicked her clit at the same time, her whole body stiffening as she tried to lift off the table, her feet pressing to my leg and her hand to the table surface. “OH FUCK!” she screamed as her body jerked and I was rewarded with a gush of her juices pumping out at me. I continued to stroke her depths with my finger and lick her clit, drawing two more massive spasms from her before she lay back on the table, her whole body shuddering and trembling for long seconds.
Only as she began to recover from her climax did she realize we had an audience. Blushing brightly, she pushed me back from where I was still gently licking and kissing her pussy lips, and stood up. She pulled her panties and pants up and then hurriedly pulled her shirt back on, ending the show. Only after she was holding her shirt closed over her bare chest did she look at me and realize the whole front of my shirt and pants were soaked.
“Did I do that?” She asked in a quavering voice that hadn’t quite recovered from her still occasionally shuddering body.
“Yeah, you did.”
“I’m sorry. That. That’s never happened before.” She panted. “I didn’t mean to. I mean. I wasn’t intending for it to go this far.”
“No problem. I think I got the idea.” I answered her.
“Yeah. Um. I think maybe we should take this someplace else though.” She said looking down at my dick bulging my wet pants out. “I think maybe change your clothes and, well, I’m in three twelve dorm C. Come see me and we’ll go over your test and see if we have the step skipping solved.”
“Three twelve? Cool. I’m in the same dorm, five oh two.”
“Well, in that case, help me clean this mess up and we can walk over together.”
“Sure.” I answered. I picked up her bra. “You want this back on?” I asked as she buttoned her shirt.
“Um. Not right now.” She said, shaking her head. We picked up all her stuff and we walked back to the dorm room. We didn’t walk hand in hand, we didn’t walk with my arm around her, we just walked side by side. I left her off on her floor from the elevator and headed up to my dorm room.
“Jesus man. You smell like a brothel!” Eric said several seconds after I walked into our dorm room. “What’ve you been doing? Fucking a whole sorority?”
“Nah. Just had an accident with my math tutor.” I said as I stripped off my shirt and started pulling off my shoes.
Eric rolled half off his bed to sit on the edge and look at me. “A little accident? You’re all wet!”
“Yeah.”
He got off his bed and stepped to mine. He picked up my shirt and sniffed it at a distance and then closer. “Shit David! This smells like…”
“It is.” I answered as I pushed off my pants. I stripped off my also wet underwear and tossed them on the pile of dirty clothes in the corner and then stepped to my dresser and pulled out a fresh pair. Instead of pants, I pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and pulled them on before transferring my room key and wallet to my shorts.
“How the fuck did you get covered with pussy juice?”
“My tutor was trying to make a point about following required sequences in math.”
“That must have been some point. Who the hell is your tutor?”
“Patricia Engle.” I said as I dug out a new t-shirt and pulled it on.”
“Five and a half feet, blond hair, slender, medium sized boobs and oversized purple glasses?”
“That sounds like her, why?”
“Hell, you must have your head in the sand. That’s Patty Engle. She’s some kind of prodigy in Biology and physics. She’s your tutor?”
“If that’s her. Yeah.”
“Okay, you gotta tell me. How did you get her pussy juice all over you? You had to have her pants down!”
“Well, yeah. She didn’t have much on.”
“Where? Her dorm room or something?”
“Actually, it was in the library. One of the study rooms.”
“You had sex with her in a study room? You dog! Hell, half the guys on campus would kill for a chance like that!”
“It wasn’t like that. I just gave her an orgasm.”
“Must have been one hell of an orgasm! How many times did you fuck her?”
“Actually, I didn’t. I just made her climax.” I said.
“Shit. You can make a woman climax like that? How?”
“Just gotta know how to do it.”
“Shit. You are a study in the unexpected.” He said as I headed for the door. “Where are you going?”
“Down to Patty’s room. We’re going to go over my test.”
“Her dorm room? On the women’s floor? At this hour? You can’t do that!”
“It’s not that late. Besides, we’ll be done in half an hour. I’ll be back before the floor closes to guys.”
“You better. It’d suck to get thrown out in your first semester.”
I frowned and headed to the elevator.
I knocked on her dorm room door only a few minutes later. The door opened and I found her standing on the other side in an oversized sweat shirt. She reached out for me pulled me into the room before sticking her head out and looking both ways down the hallway. She closed the door and locked it before turning to face me. “I don’t want people to know I have a man in here. I’m having hard enough of a time fending off the guys that think they’re god’s gift to women.”
“That doesn’t include me?”
“To be quite honest, you might actually qualify for that title if you can make that happen every time. That the only way you can do it? Make a woman come like that?”
“Um. No. I can usually do it the other way too.”
“You mean fucking her?”
“Yeah.”
“Show me!” She said, pulling the sweatshirt up and off. She tossed it aside, leaving her completely nude.
“Shit.” I said quickly, staring at her now naked body.
She stepped to the bottom bed of a metal frame bunk bed and sat down on the edge, leaning back and lifting and spreading her legs to completely expose her pussy. “Fuck me. Show me how you do that.”
“Patty?”
“Yeah?”
“Patty. I have a girlfriend. I can’t just go around having sex with other girls. It wouldn’t be right.”
“I’m not asking you to just have sex to have sex. I want to know how you do it. I want to see it. I want you to show me how you do it with your dick.”
“Patty.” I protested quietly, not wanting to be loud enough to alert people in the hall or adjacent rooms that I was here.
“David. My area of study is bioscience. How cells interact with external stimuli, such as viruses. I know how the human body works in ways that would make you seem like a preschooler, but you can do something I don’t know how to do. I want to know how. I want you to teach me. I want you to show me how you do it. You show me and I’ll tutor you all semester in calc no questions asked.”
I needed a tutor, and she clearly knew her stuff. I wasn’t going to really have sex with her, just demonstrate how I make a woman squirt. Well, I sorta was going to have sex with her, but I’m sure Mandy wouldn’t be overly upset if she knew why I was doing it. “Okay.” I finally agreed after some hesitation.
“Good. Get undressed.” She said with a grin.
I shook my head and undressed, her watching every move I made. I was sure she was more than a little familiar with the human body, including male genetalia, but she was almost mesmerized watching me pull off my t-shirt. Her lips parted slightly, and I watched her lick her lips in anticipation as I pulled my shorts off and then finally pulled off my briefs, freeing my hardon. “Damn. Are you always that big?” She whispered, staring at my hardon as it bobbed with my heartbeat.
“Just when I’m turned on.” I answered her.
She held out one hand, her other arm holding her up at an angle. I took her hand and let her pull me to her. “Make it happen again. Make me come like that. Put it in and make me climax that way again.”
I chuckled. “Patty. It doesn’t work that way. It isn’t a faucet I just turn on. I have to get the woman turned on in all the right ways. Even then, there’s no guarantee. Not all women can do it.”
“But I can. You already did it once.”
“Alright. Lay down. On the bed, not half on and off.”
She shifted on the bed and I stepped over to it. I lowered myself onto the end of the mattress and leaned down. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting my mind slide from apprehensive to thinking about pleasuring her. I opened my eyes and saw her watching me, waiting. I leaned down and kissed the inside of her calf. It was a soft wet kiss that made her giggle softly. The next was slightly higher, her giggle was less. The third kiss she was silent and the fourth and fifth, on her thigh just above her knee, caused her to draw a soft deep breath. I continued to kiss, her legs spreading to give me more room as I worked slowly up her thigh. She moaned softly as my kisses came tantalizingly close to her pussy, but intentionally avoided it. I kissed her curl covered mound and then slowly worked up her body, kissing her firm stomach. She moved her hands to my head, pushing me down toward her pussy, wanting me to kiss and lick it again.
I acquiesced and kissed down to her pussy again. I slipped my tongue between her lips and slowly stroked up and down, teasing her with the tip of my tongue and searching out her clit. She moaned loudly as I found the sensitive nub and stroked it with the tip of my tongue. “Oh god yes,” She moaned. “You’re getting me so turned on. Making me want you so badly. Do you do this to all the women you know?”
“No. Just the ones I want to.”
“God, who taught you this.”
“Believe it or not, the principal of my high school.”
She lifted her head and looked down at me. “Your high school principal? How did he teach you this?”
“Not a he. A she. It’s a long story.”
“After you make me come, you have to tell me it.” She said, leaning her head back. “Go ahead. Keep going. Don’t stop now.”
I went back to kissing her body, slowly working my way up to her breasts. This time I kissed from one to the other, each time placing kisses around her nipples before sucking them into my mouth. I let my dick press to her pussy, my hard shaft trapped between my body and her wet lips so that as I rocked my hips slowly, I was grinding my cock against her clit.
She moaned loudly and rocked in time with my strokes, dragging her clit along my shaft from my balls to my engorged head. Her excitement grew with each stroke, her moans growing louder as her orgasm began to build. It was time, and it didn’t take much to make it happen. I’d done it time and again with Mandy. I let her lift her hips and I slid down just a little further. I felt my head slide between her lips and nestle into the entrance to her depths. It only took a small push and my head slid into her extremely tight vagina. I pushed harder forcing my cock deeper into her while I closed my lips around her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth.
“OH FUCK!” she gasped as my cockhead hit the end of her tunnel. I started to stroke in and out of her, the base of my cock hitting her clit with each stroke. In and out I pushed, listening to her grow closer to orgasm. “Oh fuck. Ohhhhh god damn. I’m going to come again. I’m going to come. Ohhhhhh shit. If feels… It feels like I’m going to….OH MY!” she cried as her body stiffened. She shuddered and I could feel her wetness surge from her, dousing both of our crotches with her juices. “OHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!” she gasped as her body shuddered and trembled.
I continued to stroke, my own climax growing, the feeling of her spasming pussy pushing me ever closer to tipping over the edge.
“Come for me. Let me feel it. Let me feel you come in me now. Ohhhhh please come for me.” She panted.
“Uh.” I grunted as my body spasmed and pumped a gush of cum into her. She pulled me down to her, pulling me tightly to her as she shuddered, my spurting cock pushing her orgasm even higher.
“Ohhhhhh shit that was intense.” She panted several minutes later as my softening cock finally slipped from her. “I didn’t realize an orgasm could be so intense.” She said as she worked to catch her breath. “Damn I’ve never felt anything like that before. I need to know. How do you do it?”
“I just hit the right spots.” I answered. She eased her grip on me and I rolled off her to lay on the bed next to her, still trying to catch my own breath.
“I should say you do.” She said, rolling to lay on her side. She laid one leg over mine, her thigh nuzzling my balls while her breasts pressed to my arm. She lifted my arm and moved it around her shoulders, shifting her body closer so her tits pressed against my body. She nuzzled her face into my neck and gently kissed my neck. “Damn you know how to make a girl feel good.”
The door to the room opened and a girl walked in, closing it behind her. She turned around and saw the two of us on the bed and froze in place “Patty!? YOU!? Do you know what time it is? It’s nine thirty!”
“Shit!” Patty swore as she turned away from me. And climbed from the bed. “Shit. What are we going to do? We can’t sneak him out of here!”
The newcomer laughed and shook her head. “Jesus Patty. You? Who’d have thought the good girl prodigy would get caught with a man in her room after hours?”
“Dena, it’s not funny! I could get kicked out.”
The young woman stepped to Patty, turned her and pushed her back to the bed, then turned and flicked off the overhead light. I could tell she was moving through the room and then a small desk light flicked on. “You, honey, are going to sleep right there and keep things quiet. He’s gonna have to spend the night, so you better hope no one comes to look in on us. I’m going to get undressed and go take a shower.”
“Dena! Really?”
“Unless you wanna share him.” She said as she started taking off her clothes.
“Don’t look.” Patty said, trying to cover my eyes with her hand.
“Oh Patty. Let him look. What are guys for besides having fun and making babies?”
Patty pulled her hand away. “Fine. Let him look. I hope you enjoy flashing your boobs at him.”
Dena stepped over to the bed and stood there naked. “I plan on flashing a whole lot more than my boobs at him. When I get back from the shower I plan on seeing if that dick of his can get hard again. From the smell of it in here, he at least knows how to use it.”
“Oh. He does that.” Patty admitted with a frown. She looked back at me. “I’m sorry. I kinda got you into this. I hope I don’t get you in trouble with your girlfriend.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Dena said as she looked down at me. “I plan on making sure he’s too tired to get into trouble with anyone but us tonight.”
“GO! Take your shower already!” Patty chided her roommate.
By the time Dena got back from the shower, I’d put my shorts back on and Patty had donned a conservative nightgown that really didn’t show anything. We were laying on her bed, and I was telling her the story about how I’d gotten thrown into the girl’s bathroom. Dena sat down, intent on listening to the story, and actually making me start over. She sat on the end of Patty’s bed and fingered her own pussy while I described being tasked with spanking Betsy, Patty quizzing me on why I did what I did. By the end of the story, Dena had brought herself to climax while I described what my mom had taught me, substituting Principal Johnson laying on her desk, into the story so they didn’t think I as a total pervert.
“You sure I can’t sneak out?” I asked after the story was done.
“No way. Miss busybody down on the end is a senior and she’s paid to make sure we don’t do what we are right now, keeping a man in our room past hours. No, it’s better off to hide you. She’s not going to check our room. Patty here is a goodie-two-shoes and no way she’d think she’d hide a guy here. Go figure, right? I’d love to have a guy in here all night and she’s the one that does it!”
“Well, it’s not because I wanted to fuck all night. I just wanted to understand how he made me climax so hard, and, well, after he did I kinda owed him one of his own. It wouldn’t be fair to leave him hanging after that.”
“You know, your reputation is going to be a bit soiled after the library,” I said to her. “You had a pretty damn big audience. At least no one had a camera to record you.”
“Damn good thing.” Patty said with a shake of her head. “I really don’t know what I was thinking.”
“I do,” Dena answered for her. “You were in the middle of the best sex you’ve ever had, and you were thinking with your hormones, not your head. The same thing you accuse me of doing all the damn time!”
Patty blushed. “Yeah. I guess I was at that. I kinda owe you an apology.”
“You can apologize by loaning me your friend here for a few minutes to show me just how good he can do.”
“Ohhhhh! Go to sleep!” Patty said with a scowl.
—o—
It was a bit past midnight when I looked at my watch. I had to go pee, and there wasn’t any choice but to sneak to the bathroom and hope no one else was there. I carefully slipped out of bed, climbing over Patty as she slept. She moved some and groaned softly but didn’t wake. There was enough light coming from under the door for me to see where it was, so I padded barefoot to the door, wearing only my shorts. In the dark I had no hope of finding the rest of my clothes, and waiting wasn’t going to be an option. I unlocked the door and slipped out as quietly as I could. Thankfully there weren’t any other girls in the hallway. The layout was the same as the men’s dorm floor, so I knew the bathroom was at the end of the hall. I walked as quietly as I could and slipped into the bathroom. Like the men’s floor, there was a bathroom area with a shower area behind it. I could hear water running in the shower, but couldn’t see anyone because of the dividing wall.
Of course, there were no urinals, so I went into one of the stalls. While I was in there, I heard the water in the shower shut off. “Oh damn.” I whispered. Now I had to try and decide to wait her out, by waiting for her to leave, or to sneak out before she came out of the shower. I took a breath, opting for the second choice. Hopefully I could sneak out while she was still drying off. I opened the door and stepped out, intending to head to the door.
“Well well well,” I heard Dena say from where she leaned against the row of sinks. “What do we have here?”
“OH SHIT!” I heard another female voice say from behind me, causing me to turn around and see another completely naked woman behind me, apparently the woman that was in the shower. She backed up enough to hide her body and peek around the corner at me.
“Dena!” I hissed. “You’re gonna get us caught!”
“Only if you make noise. I heard you get up and guessed where you were coming.”
“Dena.” I said quietly again, as she stepped from the sinks I had to walk past to block the path to the door. “You want to get caught?”
“Uh uh. Not at all. But I know Patty. There’s no way she’d bring a guy back to her dorm room for sex unless he was something really special. I heard you tell her that story, about the Principal. But I don’t believe it. High school principals don’t go around having sex with their students.”
“Well, it happened.” I said with a shrug. I looked around and saw the girl behind me still looking around the corner, clearly interested in our discussion.
“Wait. You had sex with Patty? Miss priss, straight as an arrow Patty?”
“They did. The whole fucking dorm room smelled like sex.” Dena said. “So what was it? What got her to want you in her dorm room fucking her?”
The girl stepped out from around the corner, no longer hiding herself, but not coming any closer either. “Okay fine. She was trying to teach me about doing things in order on calc problems and was using sex as an example. You know, unbutton a shirt before you take it off and that kind of thing.”
“She let you take off her shirt?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“Jesus Dena. Why don’t you ask her?”
“Because she definitely won’t tell me! You on the other hand, are in the girl’s bathroom on a girls only floor of the dorm after hours. You pretty much have to answer my questions, or you end up getting caught and probably expelled. They’re pretty strict about that kind of thing here.”
“Okay fine. I undressed her and gave her an orgasm.”
“At the library? No way. Not her.”
“Well, that’s what happened. Okay? Can we go back to the room now?”
“Uh uh. Not until I know what you did to get her to want you back here to fuck her. I mean, just giving her a quickie in the library isn’t going to entice her to want sex with any guy. It’s almost the opposite. She hates the way guys treat sex with girls.’
“I never said I gave her a quickie. I said I gave her an orgasm.”
“Must have been one hell of an orgasm!” the other girl said.
“She liked it.”
“It had to be. Okay stud. Show me. Do to me what you did to her.”
“What? Here?”
“You want me to call for the floor monitor?”
“NO!”
“Then make me come.” She said lifting herself to sit on the edge of the sink.
I shook my head. “You wanna get caught?”
“What? You think I’m gonna be loud?”
“I don’t know if you’re a screamer or a silent groaner, but if you scream, we’re both in trouble.”
“Okay. I promise to be quiet. Now do me like you did her.”
“It doesn’t work like that.”
“So how does it work?”
“I have to get you warmed up first. Tease you a bit, make you want it.”
“Someone’s been teaching him pretty damn well.” The girl behind me said.
“Alright. Tease me.” Dena commanded me.
“This isn’t going to work.” I said, shaking my head. “I could fuck you all night with that attitude and you might have an orgasm or two, but not the kind I gave her. You have to want it.”
“But I do want it!”
“Not that way. Watch.” I said turning around to face the other girl. “Can I kiss you?”
“Um. I suppose.”
I stepped to her and wrapped my arms around her. She stiffened at my touch, but I leaned my head down and kissed her neck. It tickled her and she squirmed, but the squirming stopped as I kissed up her jaw line and finally brushed my lips across hers. I kissed her softly at first, using my lips to tease hers and my tongue to coax her lips open. She opened her mouth and I teased my tongue into her mouth, seeking out hesitant tongue, and then flicking the tip of mine across the tip of hers. My hands moved up and down her back, stroking her while we kissed, one hand working down to her bare butt cheeks, stroking both firm globes before teasing my fingers down to curl under the curve of her butt and her partly exposed pussy.
“Oh god.” She breathed, pulling her face from mine. “I think my pussy is leaking already.”
“You like that?”
“That how you kiss all girls?”
“Ones I care about.” I whispered in response.
“I bet they all wanna fuck you after a kiss like that.”
“Sometimes.”
“Yeah. Right. If I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d be pulling you back into the shower and begging you to fuck me right now.”
“Well, maybe he’ll get lucky tomorrow.”
“Oh I can guarantee it.” She whispered. She looked past me at Dena and then frowned. “Come on. I’ll get you back to Patty’s room.”
She pulled from me and took me by the hand. She picked up the towel and other stuff she had set by the sink and then took my hand again. She led me, still naked, out of the bathroom to Patty’s room. She leaned to me and kissed me on the lips again before pulling away and almost running to her own dorm room two doors down. She looked at me one more time before we both opened our doors and slipped inside.