Alone with Ellen in the dorm room

Your eyes slowly flutter back open, your head feeling like it was made of lead and your senses swimming. You turn your head and realize you're in a bed, the feel of a homemade quilt under your finger tips and a feather pillow under your head. The room that came into focus was small, and the scent of cinamon and sugar hit your nose. Your head turns and you see Ellen sitting on her the other lofted bed in the small room, reading a book.

Her head moves over to you and she smiles, her lips exposing her perfect white teeth. "Thought we lost you, tiger," she said, using her old pet name for you from high school.

"Never," you croak, your throat dry. The taste of cum is still on your tongue, but the smell of it is gone. You look down and you've been stripped naked and put into a pair of pajama pants that you recognize as yours.

"Need some water, Scott?" she said, rolling herself off the elevated bed. You nod and she opens a fridge under your loft. A bottle of water appears next to her platinum blonde hair as she stood up next to you. "The rest of the girls went swimming to cool off after our....escapades...this morning," she said with a wink. You take the bottle, your head still feeling like it was floating 5 feet above your body, and with a twist of your wrist, the cap is off and you're drinking the cool liquid.

"So that was quite the welcome," you say to Ellen. She's propped on the edge of the bunk, only her arms and head visible, her chin resting on her crossed forearms. She blushed deeply and pulled a stray lock of hair out of the way of her eyes.

"Yeah.....college changes us, I guess," Ellen said demurely. "I mean seriously, I barely let you kiss me in high school."

"You say that like it was so long ago," you say, taking another pull off the water in your hand. Your sense are slowly returning and the cool water seems to coax you back to reality. Ellen shrugs at your statement and flashes her million-dollar smile.

"The girls will be gone for probably an hour," she says, pushing away from the loft. You get a good look at her body, clad in just enough clothing to answer the door in a decent fashion if need be. She had on a pair of Joe Boxer pajama pants that were thin, faded, and ripped at the seams, but still amazingly comfortable. Her top was an old t-shirt she got while on the high school cheerleading team. The material was so thin it was damn near transparent, her pale nipples showing through plainly. As your eyes raked over them, they stiffened, as if Ellen could physically feel your eyes doing what your tongue and fingers ached for.

"Well, that's an hour to ourselves then," you say, sitting up as best you can with the loft so close to the ceiling.

"So what do you want to do Scott? Catch up, watch a movie, or fuck like wild animals?" she asked, snuggling her body against yours, letting you feel her wet heat crush against your hip. Her hand drifted down to your cock which was harder than you thought and she started stroking it through the material of your thin flannel pajama pants.

"How about a little of what you were getting before?" you ask with a dirty gleam in your eyes. She laughed and then stared into your eyes lustily.

"Honey, as long as you cum in my cunt, you can do ANYTHING you want to do to me. ANYTHING."