Cut through the bathroom

No sense going back out into the hallway, so you cut through the bathroom to your room. As you reach for the doorknob to your room, you wonder if you remembered to lock it before you left. When the door opens, it answers that question. You were so distracted by Sarah that you actually left your room before she did.

You enter your room, throw your backpack on the bed, kick off your shoes, flip on your reading light, and prop yourself up on your bed with your pillows to read.

You look around the room and think you probably need to be a bit more tidy. Granted, you’re not even in the same world, in terms of lack of hygiene, that your former stinky suitemate was, but if you’re gonna have Kendra dropping by, you don’t want to look like a slob. You see yesterday’s clothes draped over your chair, your shoes by the bathroom door, and — what is that?

You squint in the low light at clothing that you don’t recognize. It looks like someone’s jeans, a shirt, and ... is that a bra ... and panties? The unfamiliar clothing seems to stretch across the room to your the second-hand beat-up sofa you bought when you got here.

There, stretched out on the sofa, is Sarah!

“Hi, handsome.... Come here often?” Even in the low light, you see that Sarah is naked, reclining seductively on the sofa, her legs spread apart, and both hands rubbing tantalizingly between them.

“I’ve been waiting for you all day,” she says, getting up and walking toward you. “You didn’t forget our arrangement, did you?”

You glance nervously at the bathroom door. Thankfully, you remembered to close it.

“What are you doing in here?” You whisper. “Kendra is—“

Sarah puts a hand on your mouth and answers, “Kendra is lost in her book. And you have kept me waiting for too long.”

She removes her hand from your mouth and replaces it with her mouth as she climbs on top of you. Your thoughts of Kendra fade to the background as your body responds to her touch.

Kendra is definitely on fire. Her kisses border on devouring, and you feel her teeth grab at your tongue and lower lip. She unfastens your pants, and you begin to help her remove them, but she is impatient. Your pants get only to your knees when she is on top of you, riding your cock furiously.

Whatever you have heard about girls needing to slowly and gradually warm up definitely doesn’t apply to her. She is wet and ready for you from the start and begins hammering up and down on you so fast that you are cumming inside her before you have even worked up a sweat.

You lay there, gasping, and Sarah smiles wickedly. “OK... enough foreplay,” she says.

Practically ripping the rest of your clothes off, Sarah jumps on you again, this time with her head over your groin and her pussy over your face. Your feel your still-sensitive cock get swallowed up by her expert mouth. With her pussy directly in your face, it doesn’t take a mind reader to know what she wants. You kiss and lick her shaved pussy, and as you go, she groans. You feel the vibrations of her utterances on your cock as she deep-throats you.

You usually need at least half an hour after shooting a load before you are ready for more, but Sarah has you hard already by her technique of deep-throating and playing with your balls.

The second time you blow your load in her, you do it from on top. Her cries for you to do it “harder! Faster!” grow progressively louder until you are **** to grab a sock and have her keep it in her mouth to muffle the sound.

You collapse next to her, panting and happy. You realize you probably are going to do a lot of laundry this year, just to be able to have reasonably clean sheets to sleep on.

Without any attempt at dialogue or sharing of feelings, Sarah gets up, retrieves her clothes and gets dressed. Before exiting to the hallway, she comes over, kisses you on the cheek, pats your penis, and says, “See you later, Buddy.”

You aren’t sure if she was talking to you or the body part she was touching.

With that, she is gone. You look at the clock. It is midnight, and you still haven’t cracked open a book!

With a groan, you pull on your underwear, grab a Mountain Dew, and hope it has enough caffeine to get you through the next three hours of reading.