"Damn. Can a man just get some sleep?" I thought to myself exasperated. I had studied for the seven hours prior for a chemistry test I had the next day. I was beat and wanted to get at least four hours of sleep before I got up to go study in the library prior to the exam. Just as I got to sleep, I was awoken by my roommate Ryan and his girlfriend Pam.
"Shh, be quiet. Mack is asleep." I was happy to hear that at least one of them was trying to be considerate. Pam was whispering.
"He's alright. He's been studying all day for a chem exam he has tomorrow. He's dead to the world," Ryan responded. I heard the click of the desk lamp on his side of the dorm room as he spoke. A dim light crept along the ceiling above me and over to the wall on my side of the room. I was lying with my face away from them, facing the wall opposite Ryan's bed, with my covers up to my chin.
I kept the eye closest to the ceiling closed, feigning sleep, and looked at my alarm clock. It read "3:22". "Man, this is beginning to suck," I thought.
"Turn out the light Ryan. Don't be a butt," Pam whispered harshly to Ryan.
"Alright. I'm telling you, he sleeps like a rock. He's not going to get up," Ryan whispered back aggressively. Ryan was right. I do sleep like a rock, but he didn't know that I had only just gone to bed this time. Half in an effort to remind them that I was trying to sleep and half in an effort to watch the activity that was keeping me from sleep I flipped over onto my other side. I huffed a sleepy sigh and smacked my mouth once to enhance my charade.
In the darkness, only cut by a campus streetlight shining through the blinds, the two of them were sure not to see my squinting eyes peering from just above the top of my covers. Just four feet across the gap between our beds was Ryan sitting on the edge of his bed with Pam standing facing him, just to his right. My slight irritation turned to interest as I watched Pam pull off her sweatshirt, leaving her in just a t-shirt and tight jeans.
Ryan and I were paired because of our interests and other characteristics by the university housing office. We were both from nearby towns and had both recently transferred after our freshmen years spent at community colleges. We got along okay and hadn't had any big disagreements despite the close living arrangements. We were considerate of each other and called each other friends, though we were hardly close.
I was more than a little jealous when he introduced her to me a week into the semester. Pam was a beautiful young lady and quite a catch for Ryan. Over the next month, I watched her during her visits to our room. She was a light brunette, 5'2, probably around 130 pounds. She really could fill out a pair of jeans and looked great in the tight sweaters she wore. Her tits were firm and at least a C cup I guessed. I wish I had caught her earlier in the semester, but it gets cool quick here in the upper Midwest. Pam was an average student, but what she lacked in intellect was more than made up for with an innocent, yet festive attitude and demeanor that made her a favorite around campus.
Ryan was lucky to have her. At 5'9" and 165 pounds on a rainy day, he wasn't quite a lady's dream. But who was I to talk? I was the nerdy studier with only his hand to keep him company.
Ryan pulled off his shirt and followed by standing and pulling his jeans down. He stood there with some silly plaid cotton boxers. He looked at her and said, "I'm going to take a shower baby. I'm feeling a bit stinky after the movie theater. Go ahead and relax." With that he walked towards the bathroom we shared with the guys that lived in the room next door. He quickly left my field of view, leaving just Pam in front of me.
Pam turned and sat at the edge of the bed. It took me aback a bit when she suddenly pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving her with just her bra covering those perfect breasts. She sat there for a second and then reached behind her back, stretching to scratch her own back and consequently thrusting her breasts toward my awestruck eyes. After scratching a bit, she quickly stood up and turned toward the wall opposite me. I watched intently as she undid the buttons on the front of her jeans, moved backwards a foot towards my bed, put her thumbs in their waistband and pushed them down over her luscious ass and her tanned thighs.
My heart about stopped. As she leaned over to push her jeans down and pull them over her feet, her feet came apart a bit and she exposed her cotton-covered pussy to me. Her labia pushed against the cloth running between her legs and I stared, focusing on the crease between her puffed lips. She then stood up straight and reached her hands behind her back and unfastened the hooks on her bra, leaned forward and pulled the straps off each shoulder. The light was cast on her right breast and I quickly caught a glimpse of its soft, pink nipple as she turned slightly to throw the bra onto Ryan's desk chair.
The blood filling my cock confirmed that my heart had resumed its normal functions. I let my left hand fall onto it and grabbed it, awaiting whatever might come next. Pam wasted no time lifting the covers of Ryan's bed and crawling underneath them. She covered herself up against the slight chill in the room and seemed to shiver for a second as she pulled the cover up to her chin.
"Damn it. Shows over," I thought. Even so, I still kept my eyes open. Suddenly, I heard the water from the shower stop running in the bathroom next door. It caused Pam to look towards the door left slightly open by Ryan. A whisper came echoing into the room.
"Pam. Can you get me a washcloth from my closet," Ryan asked her from the bathroom door.
"Ryan, all I have are my panties on," Pam pleadingly replied to him in another whisper.
"It's alright Pam. Hurry up. I'm freakin' wet here," Ryan whispered more sternly.
