Leila and I had been shopping and generally hanging out for most of the day. The Spring Carnival celebration at the university I attended was only a few weeks away, and all the fraternal organizations were in high gear preparing for it. Spring Carnival was a pretty big deal on campus; consisting of a number of "friendly" competitions between the various fraternal organizations. One of these competitions was the "booth," where each participating organization built a midway game that fit within the overall theme of the carnival. My frat went pretty much all out for most events and for this one in particular—trying our best to win each year—and this year was no different. I was currently working on the finishing touches to our booth, and I'd spent the day shopping with Leila for those little accessories and details that make the difference between a half-hearted effort and a polished, winning one.
Leila was a little sister at our frat and a good friend of mine. She was a student at the state university which was literally next door to the private school I attended. She had drifted up to one of our fraternity parties and become interested in one of the brothers (whom she eventually began dating). While dating him, she made a number of other friends among the bothers and little sisters, and even though she and he ran a continually hot and cold relationship, she decided to continue her involvement with us by becoming a little sister.
While I had no idea what Leila thought of me (other than considering me a good friend), I knew very well what I thought of her (apart from considering her a good friend as well). I found her incredibly exotic and attractive. She was about 5 and a half feet tall and very vivacious. She had shoulder length brown hair, green eyes that just lit up when she laughed, and a very light olive complexion (her background had a bit of Middle-Eastern blood in it). Some of the brothers had described her as stocky (she'd probably be classed as a BBW in today's parlance, but only barely), but those were the ones who tended to be interested in the Barbie-like blondes on campus. I thought Leila was gorgeous with the largest and most magnificent breasts that I ever fanaticized about seeing.
While Spring Carnival may have been only a few weeks away, Spring felt like it was a great deal further off. The day had dawned grey and cold with the only change by mid afternoon being the addition of an occasional spattering of rain. But we had dressed for the day, me in a ski sweater and light jacket and Leila in a tight sweater (any sweater stretched over those breasts was tight!) and a winter coat. We'd been comfortable during the day, but with the sun going down and the drizzle picking up, we were starting to feel the chill. It was time to call it a day.
It was about dinner time, and we were riding the bus back to the stop closest to her dorm. I had planned on walking her back to her dorm room, and after that, I'd hike the additional mile and half up to my frat. With the weekend, and no meal service at the frat, we were discussing alternatives to stop and grab a bite. In the interest of economy (hey, we were both starving students), we settled on a sandwich shop near to both her dorm and the bus stop. We chatted at the counter as we waited for our food.
"So, what are you doing for the rest of the evening?" Leila asked.
I stared out the window for a few minutes, mentally going through my to-do list. "I'm not sure. I've got some work due next week in my Stats class, but I've got most of it done already. I've also got some reading to do, but frankly I'm not in the mood. I'll probably be working on the booth until I decide to crash."
She giggled. "Your life is one long string of events on the edge, isn't it? Nothing but Spring Carnival and classes."
"Yeah. At least until Carnival's over. After that, I'm planning on sleeping for a week or so."
"Why don't you come on up to my dorm and we'll eat dinner there? Take a break from booth for at least the rest of the evening. Your classes aren't in danger. And God knows, it's better seating than here. Besides, that'll prevent me from walking these unsafe streets at night," she said as she winked at me.
"You're right," I said. "It is better than sitting here. Let's go." We grabbed our sandwiches and headed for her dorm.
Her dorm was about ...
As she was pushing the door to her dorm room open, she looked back over her shoulder. "I apologize for the mess. I don't have a room mate, so it encourages me to be a bit of a slob."
"You call this being a slob?" as I stepped into her room. "You've seen my room; it needs an archaeologist more than a housekeeper!" Her room was neat and tidy and surprisingly large. "I haven't been in these dorms before; your room is larger than I imagined."
"It's nice to have the space to spread out, but I could do with a bit less space. These were originally intended for two students, but when they remodeled a few years ago, they changed them to singles," she commented. "Just drop your stuff anywhere and get comfortable."
We sat down cross-legged on the floor, and dug into our dinner. As we ate, we continued to idly chat about classes, the upcoming Spring Carnival, brothers at the house, our respective families, and general interests. Leila was fun to be around; she had an infectious laugh and was constantly bright and bubbly. This evening was no different, and before we knew it, it was going on 9 PM. In fact she was the one who noticed when she glanced at her alarm clock above her bed.
"Geez! It's nearly nine!" she cried.
"So? What happens at nine?"
"It's not what happens at nine; it's what happened at eight! They closed the dorm doors to anyone but students at eight. If we try to sneak you out now, you're going to be in a ton of trouble."
"Ah, man; that's all I need!" I sighed. "Now what? Is there a back stairwell or something?"
"Nope. You really are stuck here." She thought for a minute. "Look it's not a problem to me if you stay tonight, the other girls on this floor have guys stay all the time. I mean; I don't mind if you don't mind."
"Are you sure? I can sleep comfortably on the floor as long as it's ok with you."
"Well, we'll work that out later. For now, it's settled. We'll sign you out in the morning."
And with that, we settled back down next to each other and continued chatting. Our thighs were touching as we sat next to each other, and I periodically had some definitely non-sibling-like thoughts about my fraternal little sister. I was exceptionally grateful that I had a pair of tight jeans on. While the bulge in my crotch might be noticeable, it couldn't get too extreme. We had been talking relatively comfortably (with the exception of my imprisoned erection) for about an hour when the conversation reached one of those inevitable lulls that occasionally happen. Leila looked at me with a funny expression for a moment before talking.
"Do you mind if I tell you something?"
"Of course not. What is it?"
