Warm him up

"Thanks a bunch for walking me home," I said, holding the door open with the hot air inside blowing out on both of us.

"No problem, thanks for walking with me," he said, turning on a heel to start walking away.

"Hey, why don't you come in and warm up? I can show you my room too," I offered, not outright promising anything, but rather just implying

"Sure, I'll swing by for just a minute," he replied, his face betraying the mental calculus going on in his head.

I led him in and up the stairs to the second floor where my dorm room was. These had been built for faculty, back in the days when faculty would live in dorms, but now it was mostly grad students and upperclassmen, but as a result I had no roommate and my own private bathroom. He followed me in, closing the door behind him. I took my phone off of the charger and sent my boyfriend a quick text that I was home safe and had a great time. It was nearly 3:30 so he was probably asleep, but it was good to let him know anyways. Despite the time, I still felt full of energy from the red bull at the bar and also from the nervous feeling that I was probably going to fuck Jack. He was glancing around my room, with clothes thrown around from picking an outfit for going out tonght. Also laid out was the lingerie set from the morning that I had rejected wearing to see Kevin.

"Sorry about the mess, I had trouble deciding what to wear tonight."

"Ha, this is nothing compared to my place. That's a real disaster zone. I will say though, you've got a lot of nice dresses and stuff," His eyes lingered on a number of things, but especially the lingerie. The set was pink, very soft, and almost sheer except for the lace adorning it. I'd gotten them to wear for my boyfriend on Valentines day, but the timing never ended up working out and I had only ever had them on once or twice to take pictures for my boyfriend.

I turned back to face the bed, checking my phone quickly. No response from my boyfriend, so he was definitely asleep at his place right now. Casey had sent me some pictures from before; I looked good, might I even say smoking hot in all of them. The dress I was wearing now was most definitely a winner, even if a bit thin.

"Are you still cold?" I asked, deciding that now was the time to strike. I was talking soberly by now, but I still felt drunk and in a haze mentally.

"Yeah, still warming up," he replied, moving a little closer to me.

"Why don't you let me help you warm up over here?" I asked, my voice tinged with desire as he approached me from behind, "I'm still pretty cold too."

He slid up behind me, his hands gliding around from my back to cup my breasts as he leaned against me. I half turned around, twisting so that I could meet his lips as he kissed me. His hands were truthfully cold, but I ignored that in favor of enjoying feeling them squeeze my tits and jiggle them, relishing the sensation of his fingers squeezing down and pinching my nipples through the fabric. Fucking the guy at the bar had been hot, but I much preferred having sex in a conventional location. It took him no time at all to pull the top of the dress down and pull my boobs out the front.

I broke the kiss, smiling at him as he panted still playing with my tits. He started pulling at the dress again, this time with increasing ****. He wanted me out of my clothes right now, and that seemed to mean tearing them off. It would be pretty hot to have my clothes literally ripped off and fucked, but then I'd lose my new favorite dress. I could just, you know, take it off as well. Or I could do something else