Dry spell

A couple of days passed. My roommate moved in, I went to my first round of classes, I started to get into the school groove. Tuesday rolled around eventually, though, and my busy Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule paid me back in dividends with a completely empty Tuesday. My roommate had the opposite schedule, pretty much, with his Tuesdays and Thursdays being completely filled up with labs and classes. I got up late, took a shower, and threw on a pair of underwear. I liked hanging out in just my boxers in my room, if I had the chance. I started in on the scant amount of homework I had, and before I knew it, I was all done. At this point it was a little after noon, but I wasn't hungry, so I decided to put on a movie and climb back in bed.

I woke up to a knock on the door. "Come in," I called, and turned over to see Cat walking in to the room. Today she was wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt knotted up in front between her breasts, exposing her whole stomach, and a pair of purple nylon gym shorts. Her entire body was covered with the light sheen of a thin layer of sweat. She jogged in place as she asked, "I just went for a run, do you want to go walk around outside for a cooldown?"

I admit I was tempted to go out on a walk with her. She looked great; her slender but not pencil-like arms, toned tummy, and powerful-looking legs were all well on display in her current outfit. Sadly, I am far more lazy than I should be. "Well, I was taking a nap, I guess I'm just not up for a walk right now. Sorry."

"No, no, that's fine. Just give me a sec." Cat ducked out the door, and left me wondering exactly for what I was giving her a second of time. I shrugged, put in another movie, and lay back down on my bed to watch it. I must have fallen asleep again, because I woke up to see Cat lifting up the single sheet I was using for cover in the summer heat. She saw my eyes open up, and smiled. "Bad boy ... inviting girls over only wearing your underwear." She smiled. She herself was wearing a sundress, which was thin enough that I could see the shape of her body beneath it with her standing between me and the sunlight-filled window. I shrugged again. Cat laughed, then hopped into my bed. She laid down with her back to me, and nuzzled up against my body, leaving us spooning, then pulled the cover back up.

"What movie are you watching?" she inquired. I did not immediately answer, as I was lost in thought. She had apparently gone and showered, and then probably put on lotion -- her hair and skin smelled like flowers, and her smooth legs were pressed against mine. Her ass was also directly lined up with my crotch, and I could feel the firmness of her butt cheeks pressing in on the sides of my cock through the thin layers of sundress and boxer shorts separating them -- if she was wearing underwear, I couldn't feel it. I could feel my cock filling up with blood.

"Well? What movie?" Cat asked again. I realized I hadn't even answered her the first time. "Oh, it's the Big Lebowski." I shifted uncomfortably to try and remove my stiffening dick from pressing into her backside, but she yawned and adjusted her body as well, with a net effect of no change. As she yawned she also stretched out her arms, and dragged one of my arms across the side of her body, leaving it draped across her chest. She then rested her arms again, effectively holding my arm against her, cradling her. It was all very adeptly done, and I hardly even realized what she was doing before she had finished doing it. "Oh, good, I like that movie."

As the movie played on I realized that not only was my hand draped across her chest, my palm was resting on the side of one of her small breasts. I also realized that she was very slowly, very subtley rubbing her ass up and down against my crotch. Upon realizing this, I started to rub slowly, very slowly, as well. After a few more minutes of this, the slow rubbing had pushed her sundress all the way up to her waist, leaving only my boxers between my crotch and her ass. She twined her legs around mine, and I noticed at that moment that her nipples, or, at least, her right nipple, was hard underneath my hand. I rolled it softly through the thin fabric of the sundress as I continued to move my pelvis in the same cadence but opposite motion of hers.

It escalated no further than that, though the dry humping continued for some time. After a long while, she drifted off to sleep, as evidenced by her no longer contributing her motion to our communal friction. I was harder than steel at this point, but Cat's soft body cradled in mine felt so good that I didn't have it in me to get up and finish myself off. I drifted off to sleep as well.

As I slept I had dreams about Cat, lewd dreams about her naked body and all the various things I could do with it.

When I woke up again Cat was gone, though the bed still smelled like her and her shampoo and her lotion. The room was hot, an oven in the afternoon sun, and I was covered in sweat. I got up and walked over to the mirror to see if I looked like hell-warmed-over, as I often do after a nap. To my surprise, there was a large mark on my shoulder that appeared to be a hickey. As I pulled on some shorts, I tried to decide whether to head over to Cat's room, or to wait for her to come to me again. She did seem like the skittish type.