I nervously followed him down the shadowy corridor. Feeling naughty, I giggled. I wasn't supposed to be in the men's dorm, and we could both be expelled if I were caught.
"Shh!" He was laughing as well, and looking at me with fun in his eyes.
From around the corner, we heard feet shuffling on the low pile carpet. He pulled me into an alcove, behind a big philodendron planter. I smiled shyly. He pulled me so close I could feel his erect penis through his sweatpants, warm against my stomach.
As the two boys passed, he reached up my shirt and bit my neck. I gasped and began to moan. He brought his lips to mine, and squeezed, pulled, and twisted my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, his sweet tongue muffling the sound as he explored my mouth.
My hips rocked back and forth as my legs straddled one of his. I could feel a deep throbbing, electric, primal need as I rode his leg, my vulva grazing up and down on the fabric of his pants.
He pushed me away for a moment, peeking to see if the coast was clear. Looking down, he saw a small wet spot in the shape of an almond on his pants. He looked at me curiously, and I turned my head away, shyly. He reached up my short, heather gray office skirt, and I gasped from the surprise touch, and as he looked down at his moist fingertips, he confirmed that I had spent all day in class without any panties on.
I reached down and grasped his thick cock through the outside of his pants. He and I were both only nineteen, and with all his youthful hormones, it was literally rock hard. An evil grin crossed his face in a way that both excited and frightened me.
Peering out once again, he took my hand and led me up a third flight of stairs and down another hallway. He pulled a lanyard out from under his shirt, and unlocked the door.
He pointed to where his bed was, in the far corner of the pitch black room. He lifted me up by my waist and sat me on the edge of the bed.
There were five buttons on my tight black cardigan. And as he undid each button from top to bottom, he seductively kissed me.
Mouth- one
Chin- two
Throat- three
Collarbone- four
And as he undid the last one that tugged against my waist, he kissed and lightly bit my left breast, just below my ribs.
I was wearing a black lace push up bra, which accentuated my natural 36 h breasts. I was always embarrassed of them, as if they made me look fat. But he didn't seem to mind at all. He slid his fingers across the lace, catching them for a moment to squeeze my large nipples. One hand moved to the center front, where the small butterfly clasp lie, but he only teased me. He didn't open it yet. I cried out his name, opening my legs wide, feeling my thin, delicate flats fall off my feet to the floor, I pulled him closer in with my bare feet on the back of his legs.
Everything inside of me begged for him. Everything inside needed him. My neck fell backwards as his generous mouth explored my throat and chest.
I reached down and slid a hand into his pants, dipping under the waistband of his boxer briefs. I could feel his soft pubic hair and the smooth tip of his cock, already dotted with precum. Shaking his head and looking at me like he was my father and I was a naughty daughter, he pulled my hand out of his pants and put it on the bed. I wasn't to touch him. This was his game. His way of torturing me. He delighted in it.
Laying me back on the bed, he put each of my hands on the headboard and looked at me sternly. I complied. His hair fell over his face as he knelt down to explore under my skirt. He grasped my clitoris with two fingers, as if it were a tiny cock, and I screamed as he vigorously jerked me off. I had never experienced that before. I didn't know that people could do that to a woman.
My round ass arched up and down on the bed, and I didn't care who heard me. I didn't care if I got thrown out. He conjured another me from deep inside. I didn't know where it came from, but in a deep, raspy, lust driven voice, over and over I cried out, "I need your fuck".
With two fingers, he reached deep inside of me, and tickled the front wall of my vagina, making me almost cry with pleasure. It was like cold ice against bare skin in winter. I couldn't take it. He massaged my G-spot over and over again until in a gush of warmth, my body shivered as I came all over his hand.
"That's better." He said with satisfaction.