Belinda shook her head, trying her best to shake the ill feeling that was consuming her. "Perhaps mixing of beer and spirits wasn't such a good idea after all," she thought, as she made her way through the dorm hall.
Staggering with each step, her shapely hips swayed languorously in the air. Her long, blonde trestles cascaded down the length of her spine, her toned legs extending in pace as she dawdled along the hallway, hearing the shouts and screams of her fellow college students as they embarked on another night of fun and games. The party was still going without her; she could hear the music thumping in her head as she moved further down the hall.
"Damn, why won't it stop!" She said to herself, trying to clear her head of the songs that had been bouncing off the walls inside that overly small dorm room. "I'll kill Becky for talking me into this tonight. Just you wait girl."
She groaned at the thought, a sharp stabbing pain hitting into her temple as she slowed her steps and came to rest against one of the many doors leading off the narrow hallway. Her pulse beat inside the curve of her slender neck, and she could feel herself giving into sleep as the minutes slowly ticked away. She tried hard to hold herself up against the wooden frame but was overtaken by the lack of strength in her legs. With a slight stumble, she crashed to the floor, her feet curling under the swell of her pert rump. She groaned again, the pain of a boot heel digging into the flesh of an arse cheek. She closed her eyes and waited, slumped in this position as her hands cradled together in her lap, fingers splayed out as though they had been dislocated. Slowly, but surely, after a few short moments, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Her breathing slowed down, her heart rate beating gently in her chest, the smell of alcohol on her breath piercing her nostrils before she waved her thoughts away and gave in to slumber.
Brad heard the bang against the door, rustling him out of sleep. Pulling the covers off his muscled chest, he crawled out of bed and stepped towards the door, peering around the room in search of his room mate, who was nowhere in sight. With a feeble shrug of his shoulders, he continued towards the door. Curling his long, thick fingers around the knob as he turned the handle anti-clockwise, he heard the creak of the large frame as it swung open for him. Stepping back quickly with a gasp as he felt the weight of something fall over his feet, he looked down to see a girl spread out below him. His first thought being that she was obviously intoxicated from one of the parties still raving on into the early hours of the night.
Brad stared down at her. His eyes drew over the swell of her round breasts as they flattened over her chest. The tight pink shirt exposed her smallish cleavage, showing off her milky white skin inside the deep V that outlined her bosom. Brad growled low in his throat, a guttural type of sound that created a stirring in his loins, the mixture of lust and desire building slowly within him as his eyes shifted toward the girl's thighs.
He knew this girl, Belinda was her name and he had laid eyes on her during his first semester of college. She had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He remembered his heart had skipped a beat that day, as they walked past one another. She hadn't even noticed him, she just simply walked by with her eyes focused ahead of her. But Brad didn't miss the way her hips had swayed with each step, or how the narrow of her waist was enhanced with the cute little button-down shirt she had worn. He could even recall the way her laugh echoed inside his head, that sweet little chuckle that seemed so infectious. He remembered it all. He had wanted her back then, and now, with her lithe frame spread out across his feet, he was tempted to fall to his knees beside the girl and take her here and now.
Brad refocused his thoughts, staring down to see her right leg bent at the knee, pointing towards the door and her left foot aiming at her buttocks, and he knew she was wasted. He also knew that he had waited for this moment for some time. This girl, the one he had dreamed about for so long, the one he had fantasized about swallowing his hard cock as it slid into her throat.
And here she was, splayed out in his dorm room, unaware of her surroundings, unconscious to the possibilities that she had exposed herself to. But he knew it wouldn't be right to take advantage of her in this way. He couldn't bring himself to rape the girl, he just wanted to touch her, just once. He wanted to know what her skin felt like beneath his fingertips. He wanted to feel the softness of her lips upon his own, the swell of her hips as his hands gripped them. He wanted to experience this girl in his arms, moaning out his name, begging for release, aching to feel her cunt squeezing around his hard flesh as it exploded inside of her. This was a dream come true for him. He had longed to hold her in his arms, to make love with her, to draw out a mixture of screams and moans as he took her body to heights she had never known. He stared down over her breasts once again, eyeing the cleavage that threatened to burst his zipper.
"Mmmmm fuck! Damn you are tempting me girl." Brad whispered to himself.
Gathering his composure, he quickly poked his head outside of the door to look around for movement. Finding none, he stepped back into the room and pulled the limp body inside along with him, leaning down to the floor to curl his strong arms underneath her and sweep her up against his chest. She was so light, it took little energy to carry her to his bed and lay her down upon it. Setting himself down onto his knees at the edge of the bed, he sat there and stared at her. Her long strands were flowing across his fluffy pillow as her head settled snuggly on top, her eyes flickering as he settled beside her, pulling the covers up over her half naked body. He wanted to leave her uncovered; he wanted to stare at her lithe frame as she lay there in his bed... his bed.
"Oh my God," he thought as the realization of what was occurring finally hit home."I have Belinda in my bed. I can't believe this. I can't believe this girl I have wanted for so long is actually lying in my bed. Fuck, no one will believe this."
He chuckled to himself, shaking his head at the thoughts that waffled through his mind and suddenly froze in time as he saw the girl rouse from slumber. She opened her ocean blue eyes and stared up at the young man, squinting slightly as her lips parted to speak.
"B... Brad? Is that you?" She asked groggily.
He simply smiled at her and nodded, leaning his elbow onto the bed to stare down at her and smile. "Yeah, it's me, Bel."
She looked at him in amazement, then shock, and soon after, her memories came flooding back and she quickly shifted up in the bed, bending her knees and bringing them close to her chest as she wrapped her arms around them, digging her chin in between like a small child.
"But... how.... Ummmm... " She nibbled her lower lip, trying to ask the right question, but instead, looking up to him, her eyes begging.
"How did you get into my room?" He asked her, a sly grin crossing his mouth.
"Yes.. how did I get here? I mean.. what happened? I think I remember walking down the hall.. I was drunk... I mean, I still am drunk I guess.. but... how am I here... with you... in your room?" Belinda said meekly, her words tinged with embarrassment.
He just smiled at her once again, amused at her innocence, empathetic to her nature. He spoke slowly and gently, tossing her that stunning smile of his that would have any girl melting if they only paid attention to it.
