More Blindfolds

The time on the clock can’t seem to change fast enough, as you sit in the dorm anxiously awaiting for noon to arrive. You idly watch some videos on your laptop, anticipation of what is to come already leaving you with a half chub. You let the hours slowly pass, until finally its ten before noon. You load up a video to make it seem like you were doing something, when you realise you probably should’ve taken a shower. You hadn’t since your arrival two days ago, and after two pretty steamy sex sessions already, you’re probably not the best smelling guy around. Especially not when you’re cooped up in a dorm all day. With that in mind, you get up and gather a few things for the shower, a towel soap and shampoo and a change of clothes. You text Christine that that’s most likely where you’ll be when she arrives, pocketing the phone and heading down the hall to the bathroom.

Yor shower doesn’t take too long, but by the time you get out and dry yourself off it is already 12:10. You put on the new set of clothes, pulling your phone out of the pocket of the old set. On the screen you read, ‘When you’re done come into the dorm silently, I’ll give you more instructions then.’ Excited to see a response from Christine, you rush to the mirror, making sure you look presentable. You dry your hair and then style it with your fingers to the best of your ability. As ready as you’ll ever be, you head out and down back to the dorm room. From outside you can hear some music playing, the same stuff Noelle had playing when she and Stephanie were stretching together. You can also hear two different voices speaking every now and then. You slowly and quietly open the door, the music becoming louder as you do. You finally open the door fully, seeing Christine facing her bed, and Noelle the other way, facing Stephanie’s bed. Noelle has a blindfold on, in fact the same one you wore when Christine first tricked you. She seems to be thinking, trying to figure something out, before blurting out an answer to what sounds like a science question. Christine looks at you as you close the door, saying over the music,

“Nice, Noelle, you’re right!” She waves you over as she continues to ask Noelle another question. You place your things down and quietly head over to her, as she pulls you close to whisper to you. You whisper first,

“What’s going on?”

“I’m pretending to study with Noelle. That’s how I could get her to wear the blindfold.” Another answer comes from Noelle as she stands up straight, seemingly happy with herself at her quick response. Christine waits a moment before saying loudly,

“You’re right yet again!” She looks at you and shrugs, as if she has no idea whether or not she was right. She reads out another question before leaning back to you, “So here’s the deal. I don’t know why but everyone in your girlfriend’s friend group seems to confide their sexual thoughts with me.” You ask, a little confused and suspicious,

“Why is that?” She shrugs, quietly responding,

“I don’t know, I guess since I was a virgin, until you that is, they thought I wouldn’t judge any of them. And I never really told them to stop telling me.” You guess that’s a good a reason as any, and that if things go well, Christine could be a well of knowledge in terms of your girlfriend’s friends sexual wants. She continues, “So basically, Noelle here is a complete virgin, as she says she’s saving herself for marriage.” She rolls her eyes at the thought.

“So how am I supposed to get with her if that’s the case.” A wry smile reveals itself on Christine’s face as she leans in even closer to tell you,

“Well Noelle here has told me she masturbates, but not with her vagina. She masturbates with her asshole to safeguard her virginal sanctity, or something of the sort.”

“And how does that help me?” You ask hastily, thoughts of what come making blodd rush to your groin.

“Well, I’m guessing that means her rear is pretty sensitive. At least it’s going to be the quickest way to get her horny. And another thing: she told me she’s had a few dreams of being dominated. Even one where it wasn’t consentual. And that the dreams always ended with her waking up and furiously masturbating.”

“Really? That’s surprising.”

“I know,” she continues, “but if she told me the truth, I’m thinking she might have a domination fetish, or even a **** fantasy. If that’s the case, you could go over there right now, grab around her with one arm, and use the other to quickly get at her asshole.”

You think to yourself, wondering if you could even go through with something like that. If she ended up enjoying the experience, would it really be **** her? You’re ready to back out when you look over at Stephanie, seeing her shake her juicy ass as she racks her brain for the answer to Christine’s last question. At full mast now, you find it rather hard to argue that you shouldn’t do this and decide that if she really says no after you get to her asshole, you’ll stop. With that, you nod at Christine, your eyes fixed on Noelle’s tantalizing ass as you then step over to her. You come up behind her as she speaks out,

“Oh, I’m stupid, the answer is li-“ and before she finishes she gasps in surprise as you wrap your right arm around her front, pulling her close to you and holding her arms to her body at the same time. “Christine??? What are you doing?!” She yells out, starting to flail slightly as your left hand finds itself on her lower back. Christine walks over, saying,

“I’m just helping you out, Noelle.”

“Helping me out??? How are you hel-“ and again she is interrupted as your left hand finds its way under her leggings and underwear, sliding your middle finger into her moist loose asshole.