A few minutes of fun for a relaxing day.

"Hmmm..." You think about Emily's proposal for a moment before answering. "That sounds agreeable to me."

"Attagirl." Your roommate compliments you briefly. She gives you a quick kiss on your lips, then you feel her hand grab your hair and start pushing you down. She can't push you hard enough to actually move you at all, so you start sliding down of your own accord. The whole way down, you drag your tongue along her body, taking in every inch of skin until you find that crevice between her legs. Since you're both still on your sides, you reposition with Emily lying on her back so you can really get in between her legs.

Your dorm room is still dark, and you're basically under your blanket at this point, so you have to root around with your tongue to find your target. When you finally make contact on Emily's clit, her hand clenches up harder in your hair and she pulls your head into her. You lick all around her outer lips, savoring the salty taste. Based on the exquisite moans and hand-based guidance from your roommate, you find what pleasures Emily best and focus your efforts there.

You're licking up and down, then side to side, on her clit. Occasionally you dip lower and quickly explore the opening to her vagina. If nothing else, that helps bring her lubrication back up to her clit when your tongue runs dry. You continue this maneuver until she mutters "oh... shit!" and clenches her thighs around your head, shuddering as her climax hits her.

Once she calms down, you withdraw your tongue and try to slide back up along your bed. However, your roommate isn't ready for the fun to end just yet. She pushes you back down and shoves your head back between her legs. "I said half an hour. Just one won't satisfy me."

Dutifully, but not reluctantly, you continue your oral **** on Emily's orifice. After a few more quick orgasms, she allows you to rise back up to her level on the bed. Just as it started, she plants another kiss on your lips. The two of you explore a bit, intertwining tongues. "Damn," she starts, "I taste good." Her unique flavor cuts through both of your morning breaths, making it still a very enjoyable experience.

True to her word, Emily leaves you alone for the rest of the morning, sneaking out for a bit while you catch another few hours of sleep. Eventually, you fully wake up, and she takes you down to the dining hall to grab lunch. After that, though, you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing, dicking around on your computer like you used to back when you were still a guy and bored at home on a day off. Emily tries to teach you a little bit about being a girl, starting with a makeup tutorial with some of your makeup but doesn't press too hard to continue after you pick up the basics.

Before long, the sun has set and you start drifting off, relishing in the ease of today after all of the hectics of yesterday. Tomorrow is Sunday, the day before your classes begin, and probably the last chance you have to be a kid again before truly starting your college career.