Still worked up from the finger fucking I had received in the elevator I slid out of bed to place my newly purchased books on their shelf. In the bottom of a bag I found my torn and frayed hot pink thong I had been tightly wearing under my skirt this afternoon, or at least until Courtland got his hands on it. It was soaked through with my wetness and landed with a playful slap in the bottom of my aluminum trash can as I ventured again into my underwear drawer.
Now that Courtland was holding my hot pink push-up bra for ransom I needed another bra as well. With a slight nostalgic smile I slipped on a pair of my Hello Kitty boy shorts and bra. I had had these for the longest time, the boy shorts were a tight black spandex material with a white Hello Kitty logo angled across my left ass cheek, the bra was equally as cute, all black with another white Hello Kitty logo on the left cup. I undressed completely and modeled the pair in the mirror. My ass was still its tight cute little self since high school but the bra needed to be shifted a bit to support my bigger breasts. Once I was satisfied that my big tits were properly supported I put on my tight busty black tank top and inspected my smooth pale cleavage once again in the mirror. Groping my cleavage playfully in the mirror and giving my flat stomach a pat, I walked over and slipped on my short black frilly skirt. After that I reapplied my eye shadow and put on a pair of my mid-calf leather boots and left my dorm room, with the intention of getting my pushup bra back.
Taking the elevator down, I made my way slowly down the hall to room 218. Many of the guys on this floor were now moved in and the majority of the room doors were propped open. Taking in quick glances of a few I found most of the room filed with a handful of guys in a half circle around a television watching sports or playing video games. Arriving at Courtland's, however, I found the door closed. With a quick knock I waited patiently outside the door slightly aroused at my little predicament. Courtland opened the door slightly and with a sly grin he welcomed me into his dorm room, closing the door behind me.
"Suppose you want that bra of yours back, don't you?" he asked with the bra in his hand.
"Yeah that would be nice," I answered leaning back against the door, looking up at him through the fringe of my hair.
"Well what do I get out of this deal?" he asked, swinging the bra slightly back and forth on his index finger.
"The satisfaction of reuniting a cute girl with one of her cute missing bras," I said. Scanning me up and down, he thought to himself quietly.
"Tempting as that sounds, I was thinking more along the lines of some physical satisfaction, seeing how I gave you some in the elevator."
"Oh is that right?" I asked innocently.
"Yeah that's right and seeing how I have your bra and got a nice feel of those tits, I only think its fair that my dick gets a good feel of 'em too," he said with a devious smile, a little more serious than before. My eyes locked with his as I listen, before mine wondered off thoughtfully to the ceiling.
"So you want to tit fuck me then?" I asked.
"That's right," he answered.
"Then I get my bra back?" I asked, my eyes once again meeting his glance.