Change for bed.

Alone in the room, you think about all that has happened since you’ve arrived at Ellen’s dorm. Despite the fact that you ejaculated all over her face, hair and tits while she was **** as Ellen watched you, and took pictures, and that you then blackmailed her to save Ellen, the hall R.A. wanted you desperately. She was gorgeous, and the thought of her lying naked while you shot your seed onto her face brings your cock to attention.

Still thinking about what happened with Cathy, and what could have happened if you hadn’t left, you couch down and grab your small duffel from under Ellen’s bed. Unzipping the bag you pull out you toothpaste and brush, and the grey cotton gym shorts you use to sleep in when traveling, hoping they’ll be off before the night is done. Setting them on the bed, you stand and pull off your shirt, and unbutton and push your pants and underwear off of your hips. Standing naked in the room you look over to the large window, and wonder what Amy and Wendy are doing right now. Your cock twitches at the thought, and moving to the window, you look out on the quad, and look for the sexy redhead and the older woman.

As much as Amy was flirting and touching Wendy, they had to be kissing and groping each other on the elevator. Looking down, you see that clear, sticky premcum has oozed from your purple cockhead. Gripping your shaft, you smear the lubricant over your cock, and imagine the two in a sixty-nine position, their steaming pussies licked by each other’s silky, pink tongues. As you stroke, other images intrude upon your thoughts, your wonder if Amy’s pussy is covered by head as red as the deep red hair that covers her head, and if you and Amy and Ellen might possible have a menage a trois before the weekend is over. God, you hope so.

As much as you’d like to see the two women locked in an embrace on the quad somewhere, they’re not to be seen, and you realize that both Wendy and Amy would be a bit more discreet then that, as arousing as it may be to think about. Your cock stands at rigid attention in your hand, and you release your grip, and walk back to Ellen’s bed and slip into the grey shorts. You note with a small amount of embarrassment that there is a small wet spot where the head of your cock presses against the shorts.

Sitting back on the bed, you wait for your dick to go flaccid before your walk down the hallway to the bathroom. That may not happen anytime soon, because your head is full of the possibilities of the weekend, and of the sexy attractive women you met so far, and those all over the campus. Rather then soften, your shaft hardens, and you think maybe you’ll brush your teeth in the morning.

Looking on the bed to your left, you see the manila envelop that Ms.Tasker left for Ellen. What’s inside you wonder. It doesn’t seem to you that college related material wouldn’t be sealed with red string. Reaching over you pick up the envelope and see “Sister Ellen Clark” written on the front in beautifully done calligraphy. Now you’re very curious, but Ellen could be back any minute, and you really shouldn’t be snooping.

Anyway, you wonder what the curvacious blonde is wearing under her robe, and what her reaction might be to your rigid cock, if she walked in at this moment. Most of all, you wonder what’s going to happen tonight.