Ok, first time writing original fiction, let alone erotica, so be merciful people. Please leave feedback!
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I can still remember how pretty Alex looked sleeping. Almost angelic even. Little wisps of his impossibly blonde hair spilling over his forehead, despite his best efforts to tie it back during his evening grooming ritual. I couldn't help but smile at him as I closed the door behind me, locking it as I stepped into his bedroom of his dorm suite. Steve, his roommate, and an all-around great guy to have as a friend, was polite enough to have been elsewhere for the evening. He quipped to me that he had a hot date for the night anyway, but the details of that are another story to be told. So this left me with Alex, his nice comfy bed, and the entire night to enjoy the full use of both of them. Isn't college life wonderful?
I don't know how I managed to keep from just leaping onto his bed right then and there, but I suppose my current buzz off how sneaky I was being was more pleasing at the time. I've always had a bratty streak in me, so I suppose sneaking into someone's room unbidden was falling under that category. I could already feel a stirring in my sweatpants, the drawstring brushing over my hardening cock making me lightly giggle. I'd chosen not to wear underwear that evening, since the walk over from my own dorm was through a warm night. Of course, there was another more obvious, and more fun, reason for going commando that evening, and I was tiptoeing towards him. After what seemed like hours, having been trying not to make a sound, I seated myself gently on the edge of his bed, next to his waist. I looked at him sleeping for a few quiet minutes, smiling happily. It was one of those perfect little moments where I could just sit back and put my hormones on hold, in favor of reveling in just why I loved him so much. As I said earlier, his hair spilling across his forehead, the utterly peaceful look on his face, it all just reminded me of how perfect the times we shared were. Of course, I was never one to think with the head on my shoulders for TOO long where Alex was concerned... so I carefully let a hand drift across the covers to the slight rise in the sheets over his waist. The little horndog was probably dreaming about me, or something equally enjoyable. The half-grin tugging at his lips verified this, as I began caressing him gently through the covers.
I'd always had a rather strong sense of touch, but I didn't need it to tell that he was sleeping naked. He always did; with the exception of the first few non-sexual nights we'd spent together, when I wasn't quite ready for that much contact. Alex didn't even stop smiling that first night when I told him I just wasn't comfortable with it yet, but just kissed me, gave my ass a pinch, then jumped into his pajamas. He then turned around and tackled me, wrestling me down onto the bed and tickling me mercilessly. (Have I mentioned already how much I love him?) Despite the memory of that being fresh in my mind, I was able to suppress my inner brat, with the help of the growing need for some skin to skin contact with my lover. I slid up the bed a bit, and reached out to stroke his cheek gently, brushing the hair off his face. I let my finger trail over his silky soft skin, tracing his delicate features. I smirked as I thought about how our friends always told us that even though I was most likely the woman in the relationship, he was the pretty one. Not that I was any slouch in the looks department. At 5'11" I kept a well-proportioned lean figure, and more than a few males and females on campus had fallen prey to what Alex insisted were the sexiest brown eyes he'd ever seen. My hair was and is still brown, but had some flecks of blonde from an old highlighting still marring it. But Alex should have been a model. The typical blonde and blue-eyed guy, but he had such lovely skin and delicate features that handsome seemed wrong for him, only pretty would do. More than one frat had hoped he'd join, just for the excuse to dress him as a woman during hazing.
I started peeling back the sheet and blanket he had covering him, revealing more and more of his perfect skin. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that I was in love with him, I'd have been forced to hate him out of jealousy. I leaned in and planted soft kisses across his throat, and was rewarded with a slight increase in his breath, and a twitch of his cock. I almost laughed as I saw it make the sheets shake a bit, then finished uncovering him, drinking in his naked figure with my eyes. I made a note to myself to have him pose for some private pictures sometime, as I started trailing kisses down his chest, letting my fingertips run up and down his side. He squirmed softly and rolled onto his back, letting out a soft sigh. I stopped, holding my breath. I didn't want him to wake up just yet. Once he'd stilled again, and I was certain he was asleep, I moved around to between his legs. Thankfully he always ended up spreading them when he slept on his back. I'd been kicked enough in my sleep to prove that. I placed my hands next to his waist and leaned over, kissing and licking my way down his chest, keeping my eyes on his face as he stirred softly, letting out light moans.
