My college roommate has an incredibly hot girlfriend. Straight blonde hair just past the shoulders, big green eyes, boobs that surgeons only wish they could replicate, an onion shaped ass, and a wasp waist with a flat yet toned belly. She's always really bouncy and happy and will make any room seem just a little bit brighter. Passion is like breathing for her. When she's happy, she's really happy. When she's angry, find some cover. And when she's horny, she dives in with both feet and goes at it with amazing fervor. My roomy is a great guy but sometimes just a little on the clueless side. Combine that with the fact that they have a very open relationship, and you have a recipe for unexpected fun.
Paige had been off and on flirting with me for at least a semester. This came to a head during a lecture last year when she very nonchalantly leaned her arm on my shoulder and gently teased my nipple. Since we were in public, I couldn't do much but stifle my moans and feel her excitement as she watched my pants bulge in a vain attempt to hold my raging hard on. But that's another story.
One rather cold night, Paige had to take a paper to the sciences building to turn in before her class early the next day. Since that building was way across campus, she asked her fella if he would go with her in the interests of safety. He was much too busy, so she asked me. Given the opportunity to walk around with her and perhaps watch her yummy little ass as she walked, I jumped at the chance.
We suited up and walked on over to the science building. The late hour and the cold conspired to keep most everyone in their toasty rooms. Lots of lights and a full moon allowed me to watch Paige's lovely little ass rock back and forth as we trudged across the quad. I had to restrain myself more than once from just reaching out and grabbing a handful of her pert butt and squeezing. However, there was no stopping the hard on that was beginning to grow in my pants.
After the paper was safely shoved under the professor's door, I suggested that we detour to the gazebo that sat between that building and the library. The campus had recently decreed that smoking could only happen in designated areas, and the gazebo was one of them. I felt the need to try and control my baser impulses and a cigarette would help. She agreed, though she hates the fact that I smoke, and we wandered on over there.
As I lit up a calming cigarette, Paige walked over to the built in benches to see if they were cold. Watching her pants stretch over her butt as she bent over was not helping me calm down much.
"Oh, that's cold," She said, then promptly sat down anyway.
"I knew I should have worn my longer coat tonight. Now my ass is getting all cold," she grumped.
I barely heard her as my eyes were locked on her now erect nipples.
"I guess it's a good thing I wore my long coat then. There should be room enough for two in this thing," I said in an overly heroic voice.
I put out my smoke and sat down next to her, spreading my long grey wool coat out and wrapping my arm around her so that she could snuggle in close to get warm.
"You know, your hands are kinda cold, "she said," I could warm them up for you, if you like," she continued, her voice becoming slightly more sultry.
"I'll bet you could at that," I replied, arching an eyebrow," I can think of a number of places that would make my hands very warm."
She looked up at me with smoldering eyes, smiled a wicked little smile, grabbed both of my hands and slid them slowly under her shirt. She was wearing a tight band bra, the thin smooth material stretched tightly over her breasts and indenting them slightly around the top elastic. I cupped each soft and firm tit in my hands, squeezing softly and caressing lightly over every curve. I feel her nipples perk up, though whether from the cold or my attentions I wasn't really sure. But as I ran my hands over them, I could feel them getting even harder. That was all the invitation I needed. I slid my hands under her bra and started pinching her nipples; gently at first, and then a little harder, giving them a slight pull.
She inhaled sharply at the increased pressure, let it out slowly, and settled back, a tiny tremble and a half lidded look of pleasure giving away her excitement. I leaned in close and started nibbling at her earlobe, ever so gently then with a little more tug. I could feel her breathing getting faster and quiet moans escaping her throat.
"You know, my hands are cold too," she said huskily into my ear.
With that, she slowly slid her hand down my chest, lightly caressing each curve until it reached my belt line. Grumbling at my tucked in shirt, she yanked it up sharply in front and her hand found its way to my nipples. Having seen the effect of playing with my nipples in that lecture, she knew exactly how to turn me on.
"Hmm, what have we here?" she whispered seductively.
Her hand moved slowly at first, lightly brushing over the very tip of my nipple. When she got the reaction she was expecting, my nipple standing up just a little and me catching my breath, she moved on to squeezing it and pinching slightly, getting just a little rough. Her other hand darted under my shirt and joined the first, a nipple in each hand now. She started squeezing harder and pulling on them, making me almost forget that I had her lovely tits in my hands. My cock was doing its best to break out of my pants, becoming almost painful, but the denim held...for now at least.
"Ooh, you like that, don't you?" she asked.
