The Yearning

Sarah was a bit surprised how Cassy only chose to wear a hoodie as she walked out of the dorm room. Sarah knew her very well. Back in the day, when they were starting off as the College Team Cheerleaders, Cassy had been really body conscious and shy. She didn't like showing so much skin. But then, over time things had changed and Cassy had become this rowdy gung-ho gal that she was today. It was all because of one relationship that hadn't worked out. That basterd. Sarah thought, remembering the guy who left Cassy. We've both had terrible college-romance experiences... Sarah sighed.

"Hey," Sam gently called out Sarah. He was sitting right beside her. "What're you thinking, hm?" he asked.

Sarah looked at him. Damn. Maybe, I've not had that bad of an experience, after all. "Hmm... ah nothing."

"Hmm..." Sam nodded, "...you can share if you want to." He looked away.

"I know..." said Sarah. After a brief moment of comfortable silence, she asked: "Are you enjoying?" Jenna had gone to sleep mode again, Aayra didn't dare look at Sam, and Anna... well she was doing something.

"Uhh- I don't know how to answer that, actually." Sam chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "I feel like saying YES will make me sound like a perv. And saying NO will hurt your feelings........."

"Hah!" Sarah exclaimed. "Well... let's just say you're a perv then!" she shrugged. Her breasts jiggled. He glanced. She noticed. She bit her lip when his willy twitched. He looked away. Blushing. So red. "Awww! Sammy..... you're blushy-blushy hmmmm?" she teased him.

"No." Sam looked away. "I'm not! not at all!"

"You are, yessss! ha ha haaaa." she chuckled. "Look at me!"

Sam looked at her. Blushing like a little girl.

"So cute!" Sarah chuckled. "Damn!" Now Sarah started blushing. But Sam didn't call it out. Then, she started a banter-joke. "Huh! Perv."

Sam looked at her in disbelief. Smiling. "Oh yeah! Sure!"

"I've seen how you glance at my boobs, huh. Perv."

"Oh sure! Even I have seen how you glance at my..."

Sarah looked at him. "Hm? What? Your?" she bit her lip looking innocent. "Your what Sam? Tell me..." Sam started blushing again. His willy violently twitching. The head popping out!

"My dick!" he announced.

"Your dick, Sam? Hm? Your dick?"

"Y-y-yes."

"But look how excited it is!" she looked down at it. Twitching and wagging. "It's a dog with a cookie." she chuckled at her own joke.

"Stop it, Sarah."

"Why?"

"Stop it!!"

"But why Sam? Hmmmm?"

"You're!" Sam looked around, the other girls were minding their own business. He continued in a softer voice, "You're getting me all worked up."

"Uh-huh?" Sarah asked, biting her lip. "Like this?" she put her hand on his thigh. His willy became wild! "Ahaa! Yes! Like this!"

"Stop it! Stop it!"

"Nope."

"Okay!" Sam decided that the best defense is offence. "Fine! So, here we go!" And he put his hand on her thigh. Sarah gasped. Unexpected. She bit her lip. "How does that feel now, huh?"

"Hot." Sarah whispered.

"What?" Sam couldn't hear.

Sarah looked into Sam's eyes.
"So hot!" As a result of this, Sam's willy went into a nodding-mode. And they looked at each other.

Therein grew tension between them. Intimacy in their eyes. A yearning for more in their minds. Their breaths were ragged, and they could feel each other's heartbeats. Cold sweat trickled down their chests. And in that moment, Sam leaned it. Sarah looked at him. A feeling of uncertainty. A feeling of lack of trust. Not because of Sam's present, but because of her own past. Every part of her body was telling her that she so wanted this, but her mind was rejecting it. She looked away. Sam stopped.

She took her hand off of him. And immediately, so did he.

She looked away. Hugging her legs close to her chest.

Sam looked away. Not knowing what to do. He stared at his hand, which had been on her thigh.

And just then the door opened and in came Cassy: "Hey'all bitches! I brought us some vodka!"