Perspectives – Freshman Year
Midterm Holiday Part Three: The Jam Continues and a Fiery Sunday Finale
Downing a cup of vodka and juice, Reed trembled a little replaying the events of the past few minutes. Looking around, he saw lots of cups in his room – most empty and smelling of alcohol. Also, Alex, Marla, Jolene, and four other students were in his room. In Chris' room were six others – out of the 30-plus students that arrived, only 12 remained…
"Hey Jolene," Reed asked her as she stood disheveled by the speaker, "where's your sister?"
"She followed the crowd," she answered slowly, "and her boyfriend to make sure he be okay. The notion that I was here didn't cross her mind…" Chuckling, Jolene stumbled from the speaker to sit next to Reed on his bed.
Silence followed until blaring trance music entered their room – Chris was going to continue the party - no matter how many people were there. Alex looked Reed's way and saw Reed give him a shrug and a wink – the junior rushed over to the radio and began playing techno dance at a volume rivaling Chris' radio. It took a few moments but soon everyone in Reed's room was up and dancing – Reed twirling around in place with his hands out shouting the lyrics to the song (to the giggles of Jolene and others in the room). The party continued; as the clock approached three in the morning, some of the students returned from outside talking about the fight to those who did not leave – seems that the football players caught the juniors and tore them apart before the police dispersed the crowd. Many went back to their rooms; the rest made it back to the party and soon Reed's room was crowded with dancers again (Chris' room having those who decided to make out – including Alex and Marla).
By three, the music was fast but not frantic raising the level of energy from the dancers. Jolene stayed close to Reed since the earlier scene; with her sister not there (and Marla "busy") she was alone with a lot of inebriated college males. They danced close together but not touching; Reed still had doubts about if he could control himself around her (past images flashing across his mind whenever he stared into those round eyes). However, when the music went from fast Dance to fast Merengue, the level of sexual energy rose rapidly. Impulsively Reed inched closer to Jolene eventually grinding against the youthful girl; her body tensed at first, but soon her body succumbed to his grinding and probing hands. She grew wet again drenching her already soaked thong…
Hands rubbing up and down her shoulders and neck, Reed reveled in her touch as their bodies collided to the beat. Closing his eyes, he leaned in and began showering her forehead with kisses as they danced – her hands wrapping around his lower back hugging him closer to her. His hands continued their rubbing and made their way to her zipper – which he began to pull down without protest. Hesitating as he pulled the zipper down, Reed waited for any reaction from Jolene… all he got was her body matching his grinding and hip swaying to the music (which picked up bass and speed vibrating the floor more). Inhibitions nearly gone, he continued until her shirt lay open before him and those perky tits (in a sheer lavender bra – her nipples poking thru the material).
Oblivious were the others in the room; Jolene bent backward a little letting the shirt fall away exposing her bra and tits to Reed fully. Both hands wasted no time grabbing and massaging them; moans escaped to be blocked off by kisses. Her hands squeezed his ass, rubbed his thighs, and made their way to his bulging crotch – lingering there as they continued dancing. Gasps, moans, sighs… both were enjoying the special attention the other was giving immensely. Making their way to Reed's closet door, they twirled, giggled, and danced their way from the crowd to be alone. Reaching the closet door, Reed leaned against it bringing Jolene against him hard and began thrusting his bulging crotch against her overly stimulated pelvis.
Hands locked behind his neck, Jolene thrust back trying to match his ferocity and power. Reed's hands went around to her back; snaking under her shirt, he unclasped her bra freeing her tits for his hands to maul and rub relentlessly. Freeing them, he began cupping them squeezing constantly.
"AAHH yeeeessss…" Jolene hissed and moaned as her tits and nipples were massaged. Reed's continuous humping had her pussy oozing juice down her inner thighs – she was near orgasm.
Pulling on his neck, she forced his head low enough to forcefully French kiss him. He didn't mind; the move made her arch her back more giving his crotch more intimate contact with her raging, soaking pussy. Legs spread farther apart allowing more entry, Jolene wanted Reed to make her cum before she grew delirious. Both were unaware of the basketball player that she danced with earlier (his dancing nearing Jolene to orgasm too) approach from behind her. Halting just behind her, he waited then bumped against her ass gripping her hips. He too began to match Reed's thrusts with his own – his thrusting caused Reed to open his eyes to check out the visitor. He did grow irritated; Jolene was HIS – he didn't want to share…
Seeing Jolene's blissful face as they stopped kissing, he saw she didn't mind the guest. Reed redoubled his thrusts against her pelvis; the basketball player matched pace ramming his massive face against her ass. Their movements soon had Jolene so close to the edge her body began shivering uncontrollably. Four hands attacked her tits simultaneously pinching and pulling her nipples hard and roughly.
The shriek that escaped her mouth didn't register with the other students dancing; their world was the obscenely loud music and the space needed for them to dance. Her orgasm threatened to rip her insides apart; the waves upon waves of pleasure rocked her body making her shake wildly between her two dancers. Yet, they continued their assault on her ass and pussy while their hands rubbed her tits and stomach. Hugging Reed tightly, she buried her head against his shoulder and rode her orgasm whimpering while both collided against her body. Minutes past before her orgasm subsided and her body stopped its own tumultuous vibrating; by then the basketball player had left searching for more "prey" (staring at Reed with a bemused smirk on his face and giving a thumb's up). Looking down, Reed realized he was partly holding Jolene up; her knees were bent and threatened to buckle dropping her to the floor.