Head back to the dorms

Once you reach the dorm, Jennifer gives you a shy smile before grabbing your arm as you make your way back to your room.

As soon as you are back in your room, she turns to face you, looking more **** than she ever has before. “I need to shower, but then we really should talk about...” She trails off, chewing on her bottom lip nervously.

“Woo!” you can’t start and end a conversation like that, “what’s wrong?”

“So, I kind of... um,” she hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath before spilling out her secret like it weighs a thousand tons on her shoulders. “I lost my scholarship.”

Jennifer’s confession hits you harder than any of the **** you drank that night. “What?” You ask, utterly dumbfounded. She’d never once mentioned anything about her scholarship being at risk.

“I... I know,” she says softly, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. “I wanted to tell you, but every time I just... anyway, I lost it because of my grades. They caught me cheating on a test last semester, and they revoked my scholarship.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask her gently, moving closer to comfort her. “I could have helped you with your schoolwork or—”

“No,” she cuts you off quickly. “It was my fault. And besides, it doesn’t matter now. I just wanted... tonight, I just needed to forget about everything for a little while.”

You wrap her into your arms, holding her tightly as she sobs against your chest. “Shh, shh,” you murmur softly, stroking her hair and rubbing her back soothingly. “It’s going to be alright. We’ll figure something out together.”

“But I can’t come here next year,” she whimpers between sobs. “My family doesn’t have the money to pay for college, and I wouldn’t burden them with it anyway. Plus, my mom needs me to help support the family...” Her words trail off, her voice cracking with despair.

“Jennifer,” you say firmly, pulling back just enough to look into her tear-stained eyes. “You won’t be going through this alone. We’ll figure out a plan together, okay? We can get you that scholarship back or find another way to pay for school.”

Jennifer sniffles and nods weakly. “Thank you, John,” she whispers, wiping her red-stained cheeks with the back of her hand. “But I think it’s too late for that now. And besides, I would only be a burden to you if we... anyway,” she clears her throat roughly, trying to pull herself together. “I just wanted you to know why I haven’t been myself lately.”

“Jennifer,” you start again, reaching out to cup her cheek gently between your palm. “We could figure something out—”

But she shakes her head adamantly. “No, John. It wouldn’t be fair to ask that of you.” She takes a deep breath and composes herself, straightening her shirt and brushing down her skirt before turning to face the mirror, adjusting her makeup in silence.

“Jennifer,” you try one last time, pleading with her to reconsider.

But she only turns around, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Thank you, John,” she says softly. “But this is my reality now. And besides,” she adds with a teasing glint in her eye, “none of this means we still can’t have some fun when we visit each other.”

And with that, she steps away from you, leaving the door open as she walks down the hall to the women’s shower.

Sure enough, after what feels like an eternity, she steps back in the room wearing nothing but a tiny white towel around her curvaceous figure. Your eyes feast on bouncy breasts that are almost spilling out of their confinement.

“Hey handsome,” she says with a playful wink. She saunters over to your bed, sitting down on the edge while still keeping her body mostly covered by the towel. “Since you didn’t get to cum earlier, I thought I would make it up to you.”

Your cock instantly springs to life when her words hit your ears; you can feel a wet stain forming in your pants as pre-cum leaks out in anticipation. She smirks knowing exactly what she’s doing.

“I know what you like,” she whispers seductively, “we can use these if you want.” With that said, Jennifer slides her hand back into view, revealing a pair of soft panties stained with her own juices from earlier tonight. They are crimson red satin.

You practically rip your pants open in haste to free your throbbing cock, which stands proudly before you, rock hard with desire. You watch as she drapes the crimson garment over your hard cock, unable to hold back a groan at the sensation.

While maintaining eye contact, Jennifer wraps her hand around your cock, getting a handful of her own panties, before beginning to stroke. You can’t stop yourself from groaning again. The cotton panties are nice, but they are nothing compared to these satin panties, which engulfed your cock, smooth, silky, and almost cold.

Jennifer’s rhythmic strokes are full and long, from base to tip. She’d broken eye contact, now focusing on the thick cock in her hand. As she pumps up and down, she enjoys the feeling of your smooth skin under her silken panties. Her other hand reaches out and cradles your balls, rolling them in her manicured fingers, feeling them churn as she alternates between faster and slower strokes. This combination makes you throw your head back in ecstasy, moaning loudly.

With one hand still stroking your shaft, she let go of your balls, and reaches for your sensitive cockhead. Using the satin fabric of her panties, she briefly teased the tip as you grip the bed sheets with tight fists before dropping his cock.

“Is something wrong?” He stammered, wondering why she’d let go of him, nervous he’d done something to upset her.

“No, not at all, I just wanted to give you a little more.”

Your cock bounces in your lap, with her panties still wrapped around it, as your watch Jennifer shrug off the towel, letting it drop it to the floor. She smiles, pushing her breasts together, making her pillow-like cleavage cavernous.

You feel your cock jump in your lap, spilling a stream of precum. Jennifer cooes in response, again taking hold of your shaft, stroking with a newfound fervor, eliciting more precum to spill. With her other hand, she traces her thumb around the cockhead, coating it in precum, before taking hold of the top of your cock and beginning to rub at the frenulum with her lubed-up thumb.

Barely able to keep your eyes open, you watch her breasts bounce, jiggling with every stroke. In front of her breasts, she massaged your cock with her satin panties, bringing you closer and closer, until you can’t hold back any longer.

“Jennifer, I-I’m—”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna cum!”

Still massaging your frenulum, Jennifer slips the panties up your shaft, wrapping them around your throbbing cockhead. With a stifled moan, you buck your hips, feeling your balls churn as you begin to cum.

With one hand still wrapped around his shaft, Jennifer can feel it pulsate as you cum. She watches load after load empty into her panties, as you spill mess after mess of your hot cum into her expensive panties. With one final thrust, an errant shot makes it past the panties, splattering across Jennifer, stripping from her cheek, down her chin, to her soft, plush bosom. Your head flops back in exhaustion after one of the strongest orgasms of your young life.

She throws the cum-soaked panties on the floor before laying down next you. You both slowly drift off to sleep.