An Unexpected but Very Welcomed Visitor
Mick had gone to the party on the third floor that night with the alcohol that he was so convincingly bribed to procure. He met several of the other girls in the dorm and saw Brenda who he spoke with for some time. Mick hoped that lightning would strike again for him that night and even though all the girls were very friendly, some fairly flirtatious, he went back to his room after the party with only the memory of his encounter with Brenda to keep him company.
Over three weeks had passed since Mick had moved into Bradley Hall. Like the other students he had learned where everything was located on the campus. His fellow residents had begun to settle in which created a certain rhythm to the dorm. He began to notice that he would pass the same girls in the hallways at specific times, on specific days. Mick's comings and goings also did not go unnoticed.
At around 1:30 a.m. Thursday morning, Mick was awoken by what he at first thought was a car alarm, but it was too loud for that he believed. He went to the door and peered out into the hallway and was blinded by a bright strobe. It was now obvious that the obnoxious sound was the building's fire alarm. "Come on, are they really running a fire drill this late at night?" he asked himself.
Clad only in his boxers, Mick ducked back into his room and jumped into his bathrobe and shower sandals. He headed for the stairwell with the rest of the bleary-eyed students on the second floor, none of whom were very happy about being unexpectedly rousted. When he hit the lobby he could smell the odor of something burnt but couldn't quite make out what it was. The resident assistant Marlena was there ordering everyone who came down the steps to get out of the building.
Mick filed out onto the sidewalk with the rest of the occupants of Bradley Hall. It was already late September and it was obvious that most of the ladies did not stop to think that they might end up outside and how cool it would be. Some had slippers, wore sweatpants or housecoats, but most of the girls were barefoot and insufficiently clothed for this early morning soiree. Many of the girls began to huddle together or cross their arms to try and keep warm. Still, there were plenty of hard nipples to see compliments of the brisk, night air.
Mick tried not to stare and be as inconspicuous as possible as he glanced to and fro. There were beautiful tits and asses on display everywhere and he sensed that his rod was beginning to swell slightly. "Shit," he thought, "Well at least I have my robe on, maybe that will save me." He tried in vain to keep his eyes on the ground but the target-rich environment was just too tempting. It would have been like asking water not to be wet.
A few seconds later the siren of a fire truck could be heard in the distance. Marlena started to yell for everyone to clear off the sidewalk so the fire department could get in the building. The engine rolled up and three fire fighters exited the truck. The look on their faces was priceless. Getting roused out of bed was much more rewarding for them than it was for the girls of Bradley Hall.
The fire fighters entered the building with Marlena and did not seem to be in too much of a rush. A moment later one could be seen opening a window on the first floor. Mick looked over and observed some girls huddled together talking to a fire fighter who was standing next to the engine. The man nodded his head and opened the door to the cab and several girls piled-in closing the door behind them. Mick thought, "Smart on both their accounts."
Mick's attention drifted back towards the crowd of coeds. He noticed a girl standing next to him with a light brown pony tail dressed only in some panties and a string tank top that didn't cover her belly button, and she was shivering. Mick thought about the girls warming in the cab of the fire engine and an idea struck him.
"Here," he said to the young lady as he began to take off his robe. Mick could sense he was still pitching a small tent but figured he would be no more embarrassed by his own display than any of the girls standing around. He swung his bathrobe over the girl's shoulders and she quickly put her arms in the sleeves, wrapping it tightly around herself. She clenched her hands up under her chin and brought her arms tightly into her chest, then pressed herself up against Mick unexpectedly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," she said rapidly before she looked up and smiled and then pressed her cheek against Mick's bare chest.
Mick stood there for a few seconds not knowing what to do as he hadn't anticipated her reaction. He figured she probably could feel his dick pressed up against her because he surely could feel it pressed up against her.
"Oooh, your robe is nice and warm," she remarked, "It was very kind of you to give it to me--Thanks again." "You looked pretty cold," he replied, "and you're very welcome." "My name is Kimberly," the young girl said, "I take it you are the guy who lives on the second floor." "That's me," laughed Mick.
Kimberly told Mick, "I don't mind if you put your arms around me. I'll take any heat I can get right now." Mick wrapped his arms around her as he need no further persuasion, and in return she wrapped her arms around him as well. This brought Kimberly into even more contact with his roused manhood and now he could feel her breasts up against him as well. "Shit," he said to himself for a second time as Mick felt his penis begin to straighten. "Not good, not good," he told himself.