My Father's friend visited my dorm room.
Disclaimer: All events and recollections of events in this story involve characters who are 18 years of age or older.
I always had a crush on Omar. My dad worked for him. He was middle-aged but fit. He had a shaved head and thick biceps. Big hands that made me feel dainty and dark skin that contrasted with mine. I couldn't help staring at him when he came over to visit or at the barbeques we had.
My mom couldn't help either. She always put a little more effort when he was around, and I followed in turn. Show a little more cleavage or wear something a little tighter when he was around.
My dad never said anything, but I could tell it made him jealous, when Omar gave us a kiss hello, and complimented our outfits.
I wanted to be a good girl, but I always found myself in my room with a book stuck under the door after he visited. Sometimes I couldn't wait and had to rub myself in the bathroom.
I had never seen his cock, not really, but I had seen the outline of it. That was enough to inspire a dozen orgasms.
I was obsessed with him. It was becoming a problem for me. I had a boyfriend in senior high school. He was cute and had nice hair, but he wasn't a man the way Omar was. He was sweet and safe, and I ended up letting him take my virginity. It hurt a little, and felt a little good, but it wasn't what I fantasized about.
I ended up going to a college in the city near my town. I could have commuted to the city, but I talked my family into putting me in the dorm. I wanted the college experience, being independent and free.
I had my own dorm room. It was small but it was mine and I loved it.
My bf and I agreed that we didn't want to do long distances, but he was a lot more broken up than I was. I went to parties, had a few drinks, maybe kissed a few boys and had fun but never went too far. School was good, and I was making friends, I didn't want to be the school slut and besides, none of the boys really turned me on. I still had Omar on the mind.
I always had a high sex drive. I was one of the few girls I knew that watched porn every day. I would wake up wet every morning and rub myself thinking about cocks. Inside me, around me, getting hard in my mouth or stretching my ass. It didn't matter who it belonged to; it was just cock. Sometimes I would imagine guys I knew, sometimes guys from porn but mostly just faceless men with long thick cocks.
Omar was still the star of my fantasies. He was my dream guy.
I was so excited when he texted me.
"Just checking in"
He never really texted me when I lived at home. Once he asked if my parents had plans that weekend and a couple of time he asked if I wanted to join his kids somewhere but that was it.
When I got to campus it was more personable. Not Inappropriate, but his texts were more frequent and more personal. Asking me if I was having fun or if I met any boys. It turned me on knowing he was thinking about me. He had talked about visiting me, no specifics, but the thought of him in my little dorm room was very exciting. I never knew when he was going to show up.
He arrived when I needed him most.
I was in limbo between exams and returning home for winter break. I had finished my exams early and still had about a week before It was set to go home for Christmas. I wanted to party, but most people weren't done their exams until the weekend.
It was noon but I had just woken up. I was laying in my panties and a tank-top listing to music rubbing myself, when I heard a knock at the door. I peaked through the peephole.
There stood Omar. In a tight polo shirt, tucked into a tight pair of jeans, even through the peep hole I could see his bulge.
I panicked rushing over to the sink, splashing water on my face.
My phone vibrated on the counter. It was him asking if I had seen his text.
I tried to make myself look presentable as best as I could before he knocked again.
Screw it, I opened the door.
He smiled when he saw me, his handsome smile. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my makeup less face.
"Morning sunshine." He said before leaning in for a kiss.
I stood on my tip toes and pressed my lips against him.
Electric tingles washed across my body.
Are lips pressed for longer than usual. It was better without my dad watching. He squeezed me tightly and I squeezed him back. His dark eyes staring into my crystal blue ones.
It was different then when he kissed me at home. We were alone in a bedroom. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and I couldn't do anything about it. I licked my lips nervously before inviting him in. I was still just in my panties and tank top but he didn't say anything.
He shut and locked the door behind him.
"Brought you some wine." He said. "a housewarming gift."
I smiled, as my nipples got hard.
"Thank you, Mr. Howards."
"I told you, call me Omar."
