Samantha stared at the RA's door with a look of disbelief on her pretty face. She shook her head and blinked, looking again at the placard on the door; it read the same thing as before.
Diondre Freeman, Resident Advisor.
She'd returned to school after a week of successfully avoiding time alone with Diondre, fearing what would happen if he got closer to her. She'd longed for the start of class, when both of them would return to their respective schools.
In light of the wakening of her body, and realizing that she was probably the last remaining eighteen-year-old virgin in the country, she'd opted for co-ed housing, much to her mother's dismay.
"Now, Janni...." Quentin had reached out to stroke her mother's arm as Janine opened her mouth to argue her daughter's choice. "This is a good thing. She needs to get out there and start dating. Just because it's co-ed doesn't mean she'll be doing what the other girls will." Quentin glanced over at her and winked, a smile creasing his dark chocolate face. At her mother's hesitant nod of agreement, he continued.
"From knowing Sammi, she's better than all that; she won't sleep around. She's got a good head on her shoulders."
Her mother had finally acquiesced and shrugged; Samantha slumped in relief that her stepfather had managed to talk her mother into agreeing. She was glad Quentin had been on her side; a part of her had been terrified that they'd both be against it. Even though she was of age now, she still wanted her mother's approval, and she had signed the FASFA paperwork when Samantha had signed up for her financial assistance and student loans.
But she was tired of being the only virgin that she knew. It was a little embarrassing, and the small group of friends that she had was constantly trying to set her up with some guy from one of the local frat houses to "fix her problem."
Sammi had always turned them down, laughed and just not gone to the party she'd been invited to. But now she needed to get her mind off of a certain tall, dark and very handsome man. As soon as she got settled in her room again, she'd be shooting a text off to Melanie and Rachel to see where the latest party was set for.
She had to settle this however, now that she was back in her assumed haven. She was supposed to be free of her sexy stepbrother. But he was her RA.
Samantha blinked back tears of frustration and leaned back against the wall, dropping her head back with a muted thunk! and sighed. God, what am I going to do? I swear, if he makes faces at me when I'm with another guy, I'll choke him!
"Creampuff?" She nearly jolted when the familiar voice broke into her reverie with the strange nickname only one man dared call her.
Samantha couldn't help but notice the smile and excitement in Diondre's voice. With a low groan, she opened her eyes to look up at him.
He stood in the doorway to his room, his smile revealing bright white teeth. Excitement showed on his face as he held out a hand, stepping to the side.
"Please, come in! I didn't realize you went to school here." He chuckled as she shook her head in response, knowing it wasn't because of what he'd said.
"Sure you didn't." Her retort was dry, and she rolled her eyes as she moved to stand on the other side of the jamb.
"I really didn't!" Diondre straightened, dropping his hand, feeling slightly foolish for holding it out as long as he had. "Dad suggested I look at transferring schools since this place is three times the size of where I was. More scouts, more opportunities. I applied for a transfer here, and was accepted almost immediately. Now I've just got to...." He trailed off, and watched Samantha's cheeks pinken while she stared over his shoulder.
Turning, Diondre's spine stiffened, and he swallowed thickly. The door into the dorm cross-ways to his room had swung open slightly, and a couple was sitting on the dorm bed; after a moment, he had to reach down and adjust himself in his chinos.
The girl was astride her boyfriend, short skirt hiked around her hips as his palm covered one bared cheek of her ass. She was topless, and her head was thrown back while he appeared to be sucking on her breasts.
It wasn't merely this spectacle that had the unintentional voyeurs gaping in surprise, but rather the hand that gripped her ass had a finger hooked around the string of her thong panties, holding it to the side as she impaled herself on a very thick cock that was already shiny with her juices.
The muffled groans grew louder, and Samantha moved closer to Diondre as the petite girl's back bowed, her hips slamming down on her lover as she neared an obviousβand very loudβorgasm.
Diondre shook himself and stepped over, shutting the door as the girl's cries filtered into the hallway. Gripping Samantha's hand, he pulled her deeper into the room with the intentions of taking her mind off of what they'd just seen.
Her eyes were wide and glassy, cheeks flushed a pretty pink as she sat, unthinking, on his bed. Her hand shook just a little as she lifted it, opening a couple of buttons on her shirt to cool herself down.
"I'm... sorry for that," Diondre's voice was soft and apologetic, and she looked up at him with shining eyes.
"She...he...they were...." Samantha's voice was hoarse, and she shifted, hips squirming as she tried to fight the stirrings of arousal that were slipping into her veins.
"I know." He moved to stand in front of her, his palm cupping her cheek as she blinked, obviously trying to gather her scattered thoughts.
Diondre hissed in surprise when she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, her cheek pressing into his shirt above his belt buckle. He ground his teeth, urging his cock to stay down as he felt her soft breasts press into his thighs. It was the first time that she had ever voluntarily touched him, and he was in a strange limbo of heaven and hell as he fought to control himself.