A walk to the dorm

About a week later I was in the dining hall enjoying a salad by myself and idly masturbating as I considered which of the four or five girls at nearby tables I wanted to cum on. It was a little late for lunch but very early for dinner, so the dining hall was pretty empty, which meant I didn’t have as many choices as usual. Dining hall etiquette around cum was location based. There was a section of the dining hall for those who liked cum in their food, another section for those who liked cum on their bodies, and a third section (where I was sitting at the moment) for those who wanted to fuck or fondle but not receive cum. Because of the high-protein nature of cum, the cum-in-my-food area was usually full of athletes, dancers, and other people on high-protein diets. The cum-on-me section was usually girls (and a few boys) trying to look really well used without actually having to do a lot of work fucking. How much cum a girl had on her didn’t *exactly* correlate with how popular she was, but given how little clothing anyone wore there were fewer status symbols available, and cum was a good substitute. It wasn’t uncommon for a group of girls to hang out in the dining hall for an hour or two getting painted before going out to a party, so they could roll in looking cool.

Eventually I settled on a very pretty blond with tiny tits who was sitting in the cum in food section. She was wearing a translucent leotard and her hair was wrapped up in a bun and fastened with what must have been hundreds of clips and pins. She had headphones on and her face was scrunched up in concentration, flexing her toes and counting to herself under her breath, clearly rehearsing for some show or other. Something about the idea of cumming in her food while she was focused on other things turned me on, so I got up from my seat and walked over, stroking my meat a little faster. She didn’t look up but as I got to her table but she pushed her plate over to me and I shot a respectable load of cum all over her pasta. She didn’t acknowledge me, just picked up her fork and took a distracted bit of cummy linguini, as I walked back to my table.

I was just finishing up my salad when I saw someone familiar looking walking towards me from the “cum on me” side of the hall.

“My hero!”

“Leelah! Unless you prefer, what was it that guy called you? Sugar tits?” Leelah was wearing a tiny skirt that revealed nothing underneath, and a croptop that didn’t do much to cover her massive jugs.

“I answer to both, but man that guy was a douchebro. Wanna know the craziest thing? After fucking my ass for maybe ten minutes he finally shot his load, and I couldn’t even feel it. Maybe a teaspoon of cum. He got soft right away, too, and just left. Honestly if I hadn’t been so **** for more cock I probably would have followed him and **** him to eat my ass clean, just to send a message”

“Haha, that’s wild. How had you gone an entire day without an orgasm anyways? That’s crazy for anyone, let alone someone who looks like… you.”

Leelah blushed. “Aw, thanks. I was doing an experiment in the psych lab about the effects of edging on memory. Basically they locked me in a room with a vibrator and a book of poems, and told me that they’d pay me ten cents per minute the vibrator was in my puss and $20 per poem I memorized, but I’d get nothing if I orgasmed. It’s not the craziest way I’ve made five hundred bucks, but when I got out of there I was so horny that I just ran to the closest place I thought I’d find cock. Didn’t even think about the squirt issue, since I only squirt when I haven’t cum in a long time. Listen, I owe you a shirt. Are you free for the next little while? I can run back to my room and get the shirt and then meet you back here.”

I thought about it. I was supposed to meet up with some buddies on the quad for a blowbang with a real cumslut my friend Lars was dating, but I had a good feeling about Leelah and I kind of wanted to get to know her more. “Sure, I’m around” I said. “want to go for a walk? We can wander in the direction of your room.”

“Sounds great”.

Leelah and I left the dining hall together and headed down the quad towards the dorms. As we walked me made smalltalk about classes and campus gossip. One of the classic college “getting to know you” games was figuring out how many degrees removed from fucking each other you were. It turned out that Leelah and I had both fucked the same girl, Rachel. Turned out Rachel had lived on Leelah's hall Freshman year, and I knew her from when she briefly dated a friend of mine. I remembered her as a fun but unremarkable fuck, but Leelah assured me that she was unusually gifted with her fingers.

"Mmm, sometimes when I was entertaining in my room she would wander in and give me a little assist. A lot of boys and more than a couple of girls learned that I squirt because of Rachel..."

There was something about Leelah that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Even though we'd only just met, I felt like I'd known her forever. As we walked along talked and laughing we fell into a comfortable and natural rhythm, her hand brushing against my cock and giving it a little squeeze, or my hand briefly cupping her ass cheek as we walked. It wasn't so much the touching as the comfortable intimacy - it felt like we knew exactly when and where to touch each other, as if we'd been doing this all our lives.

We eventually got to Leelah's dorm, and Leelah led me to her cozy but serviceable single room. Having a single was pretty unusual, but Leelah explained that she'd been late with her deposit and so hadn't been able to join any of her friends in their orgy suites. The single did seem better than sharing with a random Freshman who'd be up her ass constantly. Inside her room Leelah had one of those little inflatable fuck couches, curved into a kind of horizontal "S" shape to provide different options for angle and position. That was pretty common, but what was a little less common was how Leelah had positioned standing mirrors at both ends of the couch.

"You like my setup?" Leelah asked. "I like it when people see me squirt, and I like sucking cock, but those two things don't always go together, so I designed this. I sit here, the guy straddles me, and he gets to watch me squirt while enjoying my throat. It's a win win, plus it makes my room a little different, you know? I didn't want to be just another girl with the same couch, vibey lamps, and tasteful dildo collection".

I did like it, and I told her that. My cock also liked it, and after the sexual tension on the walk over I was hard as diamond. "So, you wanna show me what you like?"

Getting the positioning right was a little tricky, but eventually we got into a rhythm, my cock down Leelah's throat, my hands in her hair, her hands playing with her pussy. Soon I heard the purr of her vibrator, and I could see her in the mirror adjusting her angle to better hit her g-spot. Her blowjob technique was incredible, and soon we got into a pattern of alternating deep throat fucking with shallow sucks where Leelah used her tongue to stimulate the head of my cock, all while continuing to masturbate her own clit.

After about ten minutes I felt myself getting close, and I let Leelah know. "Cum whenever you want" she panted. "Your cum will make me cum".

That was all I needed to hear, and I grabbed Leelah's head and started fucking her throat like a pussy, hard and fast. As soon as I felt myself hitting the point of no return I pulled out, rubbed my cock on Leelah's face, and stroked myself through a massive orgasm, spraying Leelah's face with rope after rope of hot white cum. As soon as the first strand hit her cheek Leelah's whole body tensed up and I heard a huge splash as Leelah started squirting all over the mirror behind me. The thirty seconds of mutual orgasm felt like it went on forever, and when it was over Leelah was lying there, a quivering mess, covered in cum and squirt. I wiped a last drip of cum from the tip of my cock onto her nipple, and Leelah giggled.

"I think we should do that again some time."

"What's your day like tomorrow?"