Finger her

You reach a hand up Angie's skirt, running the hand along her smooth legs. You reach the cotton fabric of her panties, gently running your knuckles along the mound of her pussy.

"Oh yeah, Angie," moans, planting her lips on yours again as her tongue finds its way into your mouth.

You gently move your hand up to her belly, gently rubbing it, before pushing it down beneath her waistband. You feel the soft, presumably blond landing strip sitting above her pussy. You gently brush the patch of pubic hair with your index finger, before Angie pulls back.

"Hurry up!" she says impatiently.

You gently rub your index finger against her clit, pressing your finger against it gently.

"Oh, good boy," Angie purrs, lying her head back.

You lower your fingers, gently forcing your index finger between her two lips. She gasps as you insert it completely, before pulling back and adding a second finger. You start slow, gently pushing it in and out, before beginning to finger fuck her. She gasps, beginning to moan as her pussy is fucked, your fingers soaked with her sweet juices as you twitch as she orgasms right at your finger tips.

"Oh, keep going!" Angie moans, as you reach a hand under her shirt and grope at her tits, kneading her tit in your hand.

Your add a third finger into the mix, stretching her pussy lips as you fill her almost completely. She lets out a final gasp, her pussy juices dripping down your fingers and her cunt spasming and tightening on your fingers, squeezing them tightly.

"Alright. Consider your debt paid," Angie grins.

"Terrific," you say, soaking her sweet and tangy juices off your fingers. "Let's head back."

You stand as Angie does, as she readjusts her panties and re-positions her skirt. You walk back to the main group, where the others have returned from their escapade in the abandoned building. Sarah, Paula and Chris are now completely and utterly wasted.

"Come on, we better head back," Angie says. "We're out of weed, and these fuckers have drank the last of the ****."

"I think I'm going to sleep here," Paula moans, wrapping her arms around a practically **** Chris and using him as a pillow.

"Shit, Paula, look at yourself," Angie says, rolling her eyes. "Can you walk?"

"Sure," she replies, trying to stand, before falling back on her ass.

"Jack, help me carry her," Angie says, grabbing Paula's arm and helping her stand.

You grab Paula's other arm, taking her weight, before you begin walking back towards Dorm A.

"Come on, keep walking," you say to Paula.

"You're... you're cute," Paula slurs, shooting a hand down your trousers and grabbing hold of your dick. She squeezes it as you groan, before Angie grabs her hand and pulls it out.

"Fucking cock-blocker," Paual swears at Angie.

"Sorry, Jack, Paula gets a bit bitchy when she drinks," Angie says.

You reach the dorm, as Angie climbs up onto the window ledge. She grabs Paula's hand, pulling her up. She helps her through the window, before climbing through herself. You climb up after, stepping through the window after them.

"Come on," Angie whispers, as you all hurry along to your rooms.

"Where's Samantha and Ash?" you ask.

"Probably fucking," Paula slurs. "Lesbians."

"Stop being a bitch," Angie complains.

You reach the third floor, as Angie drags Paula into their room. Paula collapses onto her bed and immediately begins snoring. Angie swears, turning to look at you.

"Dammit. That's my bed. Paula's top bunk. Fuck it. Anyhow, night, Jack. I'm sure I'll have you out for a smoke again some time," Angie grins, before shutting the door.

With that, you head back up to your room, stumbling up the staircase and through the door. Exhaustion, the **** and the weed taking its toll, you collapse on your bed and quickly fall asleep.