Sleepers Touch

Jane liked living in a Dutch student dorm. Looking at American movies it was so weird they tried to separate the sexes. Afraid people would go bunnies with each other. The architect of her building hadn't understood. He had planned a day care centre in the large basement of the facility. A city with a large female student population, and a new sexual freedom obviously meant babies everywhere, right? So when the students arrived they had done what any student would do. It was now a student bar. Contraception was the driving force behind the new sexual movement, making kids far and few between.

There was another reason mixed dorms were not the axis of evil any American parent was thinking. It had to do with a simple unspoken rule.

"You know Josh and Kat right?" Tom asked the group. A few drinks scattered around the table.

"Sure. Are they still shacking up?" Jane asked.

"Oddly specific question. But yeah, they're not together any more."

"Of course that's her question. It's the most obvious thing to talk about," Patricia responded.

"Okay you're right." Tom grabbed another salted potato chip using his long arms. Her climbing buddy had used his length often enough to overtake her. He scratched his sandy brown hair. "You know about the commotion in the courtyard?"

They all had heard something had happened, but no specifics.

"Out with it boy," Jane said. She shook her long red hair with some exasperation. It had been a long evening, watching the last LOTR extended edition.

"Okay okay I'm getting to it. After they moved into the same dorm it started to get sour. Today the TV flew through the window."

The group imagined a TV sailing through a window on the first floor, overlooking the path between the B and C entrances. "That could have done some real damage to anyone below. Flat screens are deceptively heavy."

Tom shook his head. "It was an old CRT. Not even a small one. I still wonder which of them threw it. She's pretty small, and he only has half an arm on the right."

"Jesus."

Jane finished her drink. "That is why the unspoken rules exist." The group nodded in agreement. Again, one of the rules was simple.

DO NOT FUCK WITH YOUR ROOMMATES.

Her dorm had eight people, with an equal amount of men and women. The ninth room was allowed to be used as a common room.

"I think it's late. I'm going to bed," Jane told the group. She was the second tallest in the room.

"One more drink," Tom offered. Tallest and lean.

"No it's late, and I need to get up early in the morning. She got off the couch.

"You're right. I'll follow your example," Tom said.

They had some more small talk while brushing teeth. "Tomorrow climbing again?" Tom asked her when they were about to enter their own rooms. The doors were opposite of each other in the ugly brick hallway.

"Sure. After climbing I do want to go out. Hope you'll join."

"Always," he said, going into his room.

Alone in her own room she took off her pants. Her underwear was chosen to be invisible under her pants. The straps that held it in place barely visible. She removed her shirt and unclasped her bra without much fanfare. In front of the mirror she looked at herself. Tomorrow she would go out and use those green eyes. Together with her party dress she could draw in someone and quench her desires. It was hard to be single.

She didn't lament Tom as her roommate. If he wasn't her roommate they could definitely fool around. Then again, she had plenty of fish in the sea.

She threw on a sleeping shirt and slipped under the covers. The warm touch of her hands on her thighs made her aware of what she wanted to do. She resisted the urge.

Tomorrow,

she thought.

Tomorrow you'll sate that desire, but with a person.

She tossed and turned a few times before she fell asleep peacefully.

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Jane must have been close to waking, suddenly realising the door was opened. Sleepily she opened an eye as she heard the door click shut again.

The darkness revealed a tall figure. It could only be Tom. After a moment more she realised he was naked. She didn't really pay it any heed though. "Tom? What are you doing here?" she asked sleepily.

"Hmm. Hmmm," he mumbled something in response.

He walked to the bed, feeling his way around as he did so. Jane assumed night blindness from the hallway lights. He stood naked over her, his cock definitely half hard. The light bouncing in from a street lamp outside did show his budding muscles on an otherwise flat belly. "Tom, what do you want. You couldn't sleep?"

"Beautiful flowers," she thought he mumbled. He lifted the sheet and crawled beside her. Then he enclosed her in a hug facing each other.

Jane allowed it, wanting to sleep more. In a hug would be nice. She just trusted Tom. Both their bodies were at rest. She felt sleep tugging at her again.

His hands moved along her back, creasing the fabric. A gentle, nice caress. The blanket of sleep was a great wave, ready to engulf her.

His hands explored down, their warmth radiating onto her largest muscle. Instead of being engulfed by sleep she floated back to the top. The giant of sexual frustration that slumbered within her was rousing with it.

"Tom we really should sleep," Jane muttered, not moving so not to lose the sleepy feeling. His rough hands were deft as they rounded her ass, tightening where the legs met. She was pulled in tighter, and became acutely aware of the shirt trapped between their bodies. How more of his heat was transferred to her belly, to her breasts. The giant wasn't sleeping any more. She felt a familiar tingling sensation in her belly. She tried to ignore it with all her might.

His hands slid under her shirt, moving over her back. She squirmed, trying to move as little as possible, trying to get out of his arms. All it served to do was allowing her shirt to be pulled up. It folded uncomfortably, seat belting one breast from halfway, ending at the bottom of the other.

Even so she felt the flood of horny feelings rush in her skin. Her hips pressed ever so slightly harder into his, feeling all his hot flesh. She stopped it when she couldn't stop noticing it. She took a deep breath, trying to vent it all out. It didn't work. She decided to take the big step. Jane turned around in his arms, giving him her back. She pulled down her shirt as well. That should serve as enough signal that this was over.

The straps of her underwear certainly didn't feel invisible as his hands started there, slipping under her shirt again. It pulled the fabric up again, before his body spooned her. His breath hot in her hair as he nuzzled her neck. Down below she could feel his hard cock, the skin soft, as if a rock had been put into satin.

Jane hoped the shirt would keep him at bay, his questing hands sliding over her skin with a definite goal in mind. It was caught between their bodies, restricting it from going up too far. Despite it all she liked it, her hope that he would get the message battling with her hope he would grab her more indecently than he already did.

Warm fingers made it to the bottom of her breasts regardless, making a mockery of her shirt. It tightened uncomfortably on her breasts again, his fingers tightening it further as they tried to get in between the fabric and her well rounded skin. She let it go on a minute longer before she overcooked from frustration. The shirt came off, though she found she couldn't pull it over her head in the tangled mess they were.

Freedom. She exhaled deeply, indulging in the feeling of his hands exploring her exposed breasts. Her ass moved into him with a slow rhythmic grind as she let all her inhibitions go. She hadn't decided on anything yet, except that they would horndog to their hearts content. With her free arm she caressed his side with an awkward angle.

In the long minutes that followed she let her motor run high. Sighing her relief as he touched her. A drawn out wrestling match in slow motion, tugging and pushing on each others bodies, his breath deep and excited in her ear.

One hand suddenly moved down, and she opened her legs on automatic pilot. The climbers hand was strong as he enveloped her underwear, the strength applied with such control. Thanks to the pressure she could feel how wet she was, and wasn't able to lie about it to him any more. Her grinds against his hips were only so she could grind into his hand after. Her sigh had a sliver of a moan before she could control it.

His cock gladly accepted the space created by her open legs, and she aided by sidling up his body, allowing him to rake at her underwear. His hand grabbed her thigh, assisting in her spread. It felt like a pleasure rack, her body constrained by an arm that contained her breasts, a hand holding her legs open and hot iron sliding along the wetness that flowed easily though her underwear.

That underwear was all that stood between them, and Jane wanted to feel more. The moment she pushed the underwear to the side she felt the raw skin on skin contact she was yearning for. She heard the tip skidding along her wet lips as much as she felt it. It caught several times on the edge of her depth, glancing out to her pleasure when more force was applied.

"Can you grab a condom?" she breathed to him. Within certain student populations it was known some STD's roamed freely, and you never knew when it jumped ship.

"There were many at the market," Tom said, grinding with her.

Even though he didn't grab a condom, she felt amazing. Tight in an embrace, and a nipple played with she felt loved. The thought of his naked member sliding so precariously along her wetness made the horny circle complete. She let him do whatever, ready to reprimand him if he did more than light catching on her entrance.

Why doesn't he get the condom?

she thought with frustration. Desire overwhelmed her, minutes of the embrace taking a toll on her.

Just get a condom and get inside me. Please. Fuck me. Please.

Her back arched, making her feel disgusted with herself. It became much worse as she laid her hand on his cock.

Am I really going to do this?

she thought to herself, knowing the answer through and through.

You can still stop this.

The cock caught on her entrance again.

Don't fuck your roommate. Don't fuck your roommate. Don't fuck your roommate.

Even so she smiled as the tip was tethering on the edge of going in, their hips trying to push it in without effect. It only didn't slip out as her hand held it in place. Her whole mind was consumed knowing that it was raw. No rubber separating them. The tip still safely outside, but only just. Jane bit her lip with glee as she arched her back even further, feeling the tip stretch her as if finally slot in place.

The angle was still sharp, which was both a blessing and a curse. Even that slow the stretch was intense, on the edge of too much. She grabbed a pillow and held it against her, against his arm holding her breasts, dealing with the uncomfortable pleasure. She wanted it all. One hand let go of her tight grip on the pillow, failing about on Tom's hip to exert some control. In what way she had no idea.

Then it was all the way in as the position would allow, his hips pressed firmly against her, the pressure indicating he tried to go even deeper. He let him try a bit longer, savouring the feelings as her pussy walls got acclimated to the raw cock inside her.

"Fuck me Tom," she whispered as she caressed his ass. She felt the muscle move, drawing him out, then tighten differently as he pushed back inside her. She felt the rhythm, moaning through her teeth without realising it.

Jane focused on it, there in his arms. Her disgust, her doubts, and all her principles evaporating with every thrust of that naked cock inside her. It was as if she could feel the skin to skin contact, wrapped in the lube of her sexual excitement. There was no point in trying to loe to herself that it was anything else but sex. They were long good strokes, taking her hard.

Even though it shouldn't matter, she felt a finger on the side of her pussy lips, as the legs had gone more comfortably closed. Each stroke moved it ever so slightly against her, changing the pressure. It consumed her mind just like she consumed the cock inside her.

The moans were soft, as the walls were only a physical separation. Sound travelled all too easily. Even so Jane tried to find the edge of what was possible, giving each moan he earned from violating her body freely. She realised her mind was in so deep she might be able to do something normally reserved for steadfast relationships.

Tom allowed her to disentangle them, so she could face him again. He didn't seem to mind being able to see her breasts again. "I think I can come," she confessed, taking the useless shirt finally off. His eyes were deep black pools in the night, with the slightest shimmer from the lamps outside. They took her in whole, giving back only approval. In that approval she took off her underwear as well. Finally naked, with an excited Tom. It shouldn't have mattered, but it did.

Still on their sides they re-enacted their dance from the start, though more experienced this time. "I l-love your raw cock," she told him with a shaking timbre in her voice. The confession was as good as him sliding in again.

She guided his hands to her ass, grabbing his in return. With a little dance they found the right rhythm, pressing each other close. In his eyes she found the courage, if not encouragement she needed. A finger touched that most sensitive of areas, slick with her juices.

Tom's face was contorting with pleasure, though she was far ahead of him. The sharing edged her on, indulging in his warm breath. She hoped he wouldn't shoot now, as she didn't think she would stop it. Their noses touched just a smidgen, an insignificant tickle compared to the tight dance of their hips. Her mouth was open as she moaned, her hips rocking harder onto him while her finger moved slowly. When she felt the feeling rise she kissed him, tight and passionate.

Her teeth caught his lips. They were held long enough to breathe and moan before she kissed again. The knowledge she was going to come on Tom's cock as certain as the sunrise going to come up filled with regrets.

But not now.

"Yes," Jane moaned softly but with extreme urgency. "Yes. I'm going to come Tom. I'm going to come on your cock."

"Come," he whispered. "Come."

In two more thrusts it suddenly overtook her like a tsunami. She let go, shaking on his cock as she felt the hormones run through her system. Feeling even his cock was too much, she tried to get off. He kept thrusting, not allowing her to leave. She pressed close instead, taking him whole and pressing tight against him so he couldn't move too much inside her.

There she shook. She knew she was unable to do anything if he was coming now. He grabbed her tight, hugging her shaking body. With every shake she could feel his raw cock still inside her, moving against different walls. Then their lips touched with passion, a tongue exploring hers. Who initiated it she couldn't say.

Still shaking in her last throws of pleasure, Tom moved her on her back. Her legs were wrapped around his hips on automatic pilot. Jane pushed some hair from her face. "You'll probably need to be careful," she told him. When he slid inside it was only the hint of a sharp edge. When he started to pump his hips she found it to be good.

Tom quickly found his stride, fucking her with a determination. "Yeah? You want to come now?" she whispered to him with a grin.

"Yes," he whispered back with a force.

"You want to come from my unprotected pussy? If you come on my belly you can use me however you want."

He fucked her even harder, causing her whole body to shift up and down. "Yes," he said with longing.

She pulled him in for another kiss and hug. Then she let him watch her body. Tom seemed surprised to be fucking her pussy, though most he watched her eyes.

Jane managed to get her pillow under her, raising her hips. He could push even deeper into her.

He lay down on her, making her feel his heart pump pure adrenaline. She moaned in his ear, edging him on to come, hugging him even tighter.

His breath turned ragged, his hips had a great urgency. Jane grabbed the bed tight to still have something to hold, as if the feelings would put her adrift. Now he could easily pull out.

"Come on my belly," she said again. "Come, come," she moaned.

His hips were going ballistic, his soft moan indicating there was no time at all. "You're going to pull out, right?" she asked him again. "Tom? Tom!?" she asked as urgent as his hips.

She could do nothing but moan her pleasure in tandem with him, hoping he would do the right thing.

"Nghr," came his moan. His hips slammed into her a few more times, then he pushed as deep as he could, shaking on top of her. Jane breathed in deep from surprise and frustration, then hugged him close regardless. "God.... yes", she moaned, letting her pussy do what it could to milk him dry. She could imagine that naked cock inside her, pushing out more seed into her. She moaned softly in his ear, fucking him as much as she could pinned down under him.

They were in silent embrace afterwards. His heart thumped like a racehorse. The shock waves of his heart reaching her soul. Then he rolled off her. Jane hugged her legs to her so she wouldn't leak onto the sheets. She ordered her thoughts.

"You've done something two of my boyfriends haven't done. You know that?"

Tom breathed heavily beside her, looking at the ceiling.

"I mean, fuck Tom. I told you to pull out. It's something very intimate for me."

Tom got up from the bed, and walked to the door. Jane looked surprised at her friend just walking away.

Nice ass though.

"What the hell Tom?" she said aghast.

"Flowers come in May," he mumbled in response.

Jane quickly got out of bed as Tom disappeared onto the hallway. "Are you alright? Tom!?" she yelled as loud as a whisper would allow. She grabbed the sleeve of her night gown, but an avalanche of clothes fell off the chair. She pulled once more without effect, then she quickly went after Tom, nakedness be damned.

Tom was in the hallway, walking aimlessly. That seemed familiar. Her sister had done the same when sleepwalking at times. "Tom? Are you okay?" she guided him towards his room. Then thought the better of it. She remembered her sister often just needed to go to the bathroom, and then it was all right. Even so, this seemed wholly different.

He went willingly, mumbling more nonsense sentences. She closed the door behind him. She cupped between her legs as she felt it starting to leak. She looked at the dark hall, the night lights giving off a soft glow. Standing next to a free toilet, waiting on her friend who might have something serious, or something benign.

Benign? If he's out for sex? Is that possible?

She heard the toilet flush. Tom came out, leaving Jane with a choice. She decided to tend to herself first. A short time later she found herself sneaking into Toms bedroom. He was fast asleep, seemingly undisturbed. Watching him for signs of brain damage started to become weird when she realised she was still naked. She ignored her fluttering feelings inside her stomach, watching a bit longer.

Fast asleep.

In her own bedroom Jane placed the pillow back. Her face felt the coldness of her sexual lube still staining the pillow. She decided against turning it around. She kept laying there, placing a hand between her legs. She thought of the hot sex she just had, and her worry for Tom.

Before she could truly touch herself, she was fast asleep.

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Tom entered the loving room where they often had breakfast. The separate kitchen was across the hall, and way too small. "Good morning everyone. I trust everyone had a good nights sleep?" He was unusually chipper.