I lay in bed waiting for her to arrive. Every night I would lay there waiting in the dark to hear the telltale squeak of her door up the hall. If she did come, it was always at the same time. I felt my heart beat faster as I watched the clock count down, I was already hard. So hard it almost hurt. I was completely naked under the covers, it was cold, but soon that would not be an problem. She was always so warm. I reached down and took my hardness in my hand. It was difficult not to cum right then, knowing what might happen soon. As I lay there touching myself I thought of the smell of her hair, of the touch of her skin, the warmth of her hands.
Right on midnight I heard the squeak. I completely froze with shock and anticipation. Even though I knew it might be coming, there was always a part of me that thought it wouldn't happen again. I could barely hear the footsteps coming down the corridor carpet toward my room. They stopped outside my door. The handle slowly turned, and the door swung silently open.
Her silhouette was barely visible as she quickly and quietly entered and closed the door behind her. She crossed the room towards my bed and stopped, pulling off her large sleeping shirt. I could barely see her as she delicately removed her panties down her athletic legs, just wisps of hair visible on her beautiful mound, and a slight glisten as what little light there was caught her visible wetness. She must have been just as excited as I was.
She stood there for only a second, but it seemed like an eternity. I strained against the darkness to make out her beautiful form, smallish breasts, long blond hair tied back for sleeping, I pulled back the corner of the blanket, inviting her into my bed. and without a word she slid under the covers beside me.
