Get her back to her dorm and get rid of that dress

Checking the time, Tiffany was shocked to see that it was already 3:30 in the morning. They had been up in the staff room area for a few hours now.

Below them, there was still a crowd of people, even drunker than Mark and Tiffany. It was certainly a lot less than just a couple of hours earlier.

“How about we get out of here,” Tiffany said, getting out of her seat and offering her hand to help Mark get up.

He took it and they made their way out of the staff room.

Going back to East Hall, Mark was unsure if she was offering that they could both go back to the same room or if that was just him misreading the whole situation.

They passed many people going back there, it was a show of how popular Tiffany was on campus by how many people who passed by them and said hello to her.

It wasn’t hard to imagine, Mark always pictured her as the golden girl of the school. Super intelligent, utterly beautiful, incredibly friendly with a great personality and humour. Of course she was going to be popular as well.

They made it back to East Hall and suddenly Mark began to get a little nervous. Would she really invite him up to her room?

She turned and looked at him, she was looking in his eyes. Almost as if she had forgotten where she was and that people were still around in the area.

Then she finally said something, breaking the silence, “I’m so drunk,” she said, breaking into a laugh.

“Alright, let’s get you home,” he said, laughing too, just as drunk as she was.

Mark helped lead her right to her dorm room, knowing exactly where it was. She grabbed a hold of him as they both stumbled to the door, opening it up. The room inside was so perfectly clean and spotless, as soon as they turned on the lamp. Her bed was made, tucked in on both sides, not a single piece of clothing anywhere on the ground.

Tiffany fell onto her bed, laying on her back while Mark stood at the end of the bed. That tight blue dress she had on, was now exposing what was underneath as her legs spread out on the bed. She had on what looked like dark blue or purple panties from within the dress.

Right now, the best option for Mark may have been just to walk away, let her sleep. It was killing him to do so but he knew if she was about to pass out, then he should leave her in peace.

However, while walking away from Tiffany, back towards the door, Tiffany called out, "I'm not exactly ready to sleep yet, you know?".

He turned to see that she was now sitting up on the bed, "Stay with me Mark, stay with me tonight,' she whispered. Mark stared back at her, as if he was in a trance, Tiffany turned slightly, to show a bit of her back, "Come help me out of this, will you?" she added.

Feeling incredibly horny and full of lust, Mark walked over to the bed, reaching out straight away for the zipper at the top of the back of her dress. She grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and pushed it away from her bare back. As she did so, Mark pulled down the zipper slowly, revealing that the only sort of bra that she had on was a strapless cream colour one.

Once the zipper was down as far as it could, Tiffany grabbed a hold of the front of her blue dress and pulled it down as far as she could from her current position. The Dress now laid at her lap, around her stomach.

"You can take off my bra," she whispered again over her shoulder in such a sexy sultry tone.

So off it went. Mark unclipped it from behind in one go, the strap undoing immediately, making a nice click sound, exposing her entire bare back. Just like the dress, Tiffany assisted him, removing the bra completely.

Mark moved in closer, now on top of the bed too, just behind her. He whipped off his own shirt and leant in against her, Tiffany's warm skin felt great against his.

Getting more comfortable and confident, Mark reached in front of her to grab a hold of her left breast. He felt the soft flesh of her boob, they were small and perky but boy did they turn him on. Mark had an erection inside his pants that was begging to be broken free. As he started to touch her impressively hard nipple, Tiffany leaned her head back, going in for a kiss.

Their lips touched, a soft kiss quickly evolved into the two making out with tongue. They both explored the insides of each others mouth, kissing intensely.

While making out, Tiffany suddenly took control, flipping him straight onto his back on the bed, it was almost like a wrestling move. Now on top of him, Tiffany wiggled her way out of her dress completely as she tried to keep making out with the boy underneath her. That tantalisingly perfect booty struggled to slide out of the dress, almost close to ripping it open.

This gave Mark an opportunity to explore her petite breasts. He started to squeeze them with all his might as the moment heated up. Putting them up to his face, he sucked on her hard pokey nipples. Mark was squeezing her nipples with the pressure of his mouth, sucking them with all his might.

It all felt a little surreal, was this really happening?

When Tiffany started to pull down his pants, he knew for sure that it was. It was on now...