To Cathy's room.

You hope that Cathy has left the door to her room unlocked and walk towards her room at the end of the hallway. The orange RA sign makes it fairly obvious where her room is. Walking at a brisk pace you reach her room without seeing anyone else, and taking the knob in your hand, and heave a sigh of relief when the door pushes open. Cathy’s room is the picture of order. Everything is neatly stacked, and in crisp rows, not having to share the room with a roommate, one of the twin beds was removed, and Cathy had replaced it with a couch. It might be a hide a way. It sat against the opposite wall from her twin bed, which was covered with ironed white sheets, and a red blanket.

Crouching next to the bed, you lowered the **** blonde onto her bed, careful to see that her head came to rest on the large pillow at its head. Cathy’s nearly white blonde hair spilled out on the pillow around her head, and her right arm hung limply over the edge of the bed as did her legs. Stepping down, you take her feet in your hands, and swing them over on top of the bed. Black, two inch pumps with little straps across the top of her feet. They’re sexy, but not over the top. Your eyes crawl up her legs, covered in nude colored sheer, silky nylon. You fingertips trail over her ankle, as you watch Cathy’s chest slowly rise and fall with each breath she takes.

You wonder what she’s wearing under the pleated navy skirt, and the white cotton blouse, and you wonder if you should risk trying to find out. Maybe you could repeat what happened with Ellen when she passed out at the party at your house. Your cock shifts in your underwear, stiffening at the though of stripping Cathy, feeling her, touching her pussy, jacking off on her or in her mouth.

You take a step back, and shake your head, clearing your thoughts. You can’t, you’d be caught, and you could end up in jail. Then again, she might not remember, or you could **** her into forgetting. You could take some pictures of her with your camera phone. Moving back to the head of the bed, you unbutton the first two buttons of Cathy’s blouse. Her breasts are round and pert, and lifting the blouse a bit, you can see that she’s wearing plain white bra, with a small blue ribbon between her tits. Your hand moves over Cathy’s left breast, and squeezes gently, she shifts slightly and coos without opening her eyes.

You’re spending the weekend with Ellen, you can turn around, and walk out, and back to her room, and chances are good you’ll get laid sometime this weekend. At least, you hope so. Standing up, you take your hand off of Cathy. Your cock is now rigid and hard in your jeans. Should you take advantage of her or leave now, and head back to Ellen’s dorm room?