Bedtime.

You decide you’ve had enough adventure for the day, and despite it being a bit early, and despite your curiosity about Ms. Trasker’s envelope for Ellen, you quickly unbuckle your pants, and after kicking off your shoes, slide them off, and toss them onto Ellen’s desk. Your cock is like a solid shaft of steel in your underwear, and as you look at your manhood thrusting out from your body, you see that there is a large, wet spot where your cock is smeared with natural lubricant. Shrugging it off, you pick up the envelope, toss it on top of your jeans, and then slide under the covers of Ellen’s small bed. You wonder to yourself what she’ll do and say if she feels your hard on pressing against her.

You fluff the pillow with your hand, and Ellen walks back into the room. Walking to the head of the bed, she looks down at you, smiling.

“We have to leave a light on for Amy.” She walks over to her red headed roommate’s desk, her hips sway slowly and hypnotically, and you feel you cock throb with lust of the sexy, blonde coed. Bending slightly at the waist, Ellen turns on a small desk lamp, and then walks back over to her bed.

“Slide over, we’re gonna be awfully cozy.” She giggles, and unknots the belt of her robe, sliding it off of her shoulders, and down to her waist. Her nightgown is sheer and white and it makes her trim body beneath the silky material look pink. The dim light of the desk lamp silhouettes her body underneath the gown. Despite the fact the nightgown falls to Ellen’s ankles, it leaves little to the imagination. You think you can even dimly make out a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair covering her mound.

Pulling back the covers, she moves in next to you and you can see that Ellen’s nipples are erect, and the material clings to her breasts like a second skin.

“It’s chilly in here.” She says, blushing, and pulling the blankets over her. Her back presses against you, and you slowly shift till you rigid sex rests in the silk covered valley of Ellen’s ass crack. She says nothing, and instead pulls your hand around her body just below her round, ample tits. You’re dying to take her breast in your hand and massage it, pull on the hard pink nipple, and tweak it till Ellen cries out with desire, but you resist the urge, and wonder if she can feel your cock pressing on her smooth, round ass.

“I don’t know when Amy will be back, but she’ll try to be quiet. And if you need to go to the bathroom, don’t worry I’ll be glad to move, so you can get out.” Pulling your hand to her lips (and brushing it against her breast) she kisses it, and then rests it between her cleavage. “Good night.” She whispers.