Another Evening in Stacy’s Dorm Room
By Ernest Winchester
Copyright 2011 By Ernest Winchester
Harold awoke in a very confused state. He glanced around the dimly lit room, sure that something was wrong. To start with, the window that was allowing the faint light into the room from around its closed curtains was in the wrong place. Did some prankster move his bed so that he was facing the opposite way? And how could he have crawled in it without noticing? But the biggest surprise was the realization that someone was in bed with him.
In sudden comprehension, the evening came back to him. He had fallen asleep after he and Stacy had made love. They were at a place in their relationship where making love and having sex were muddled in his mind. Either was an intense experience, but he was developing a greater desire for her than any woman he had ever had sex with before. He wasn’t sure just what that feeling meant.
In the exhausted state he had been in, having studied very late the night before for the exam he had taken that morning, he had last remembered snuggling around her naked body as his own bare flesh pressed against hers for warmth. There seemed to be a slight draft from the window and, without pajamas, they cuddled to ward off the chill. Outside the dorm, the temperature was in the teens.
The narrow bed had provided plenty of room when he was atop her under the blankets, riveted and riveting into her as they each cried out in the intense orgasms they never failed to achieve. A quick naked run to the bathroom to discard the condom and he returned to the warmth of her body, snuggled against her tightly enough to not need more room on the single bed. Thus spooning, he had fallen asleep.
When he awoke he was facing away from her, the narrow dorm bed allowed little space for maneuvering, and he was on the verge of falling out of it. The slight movement he made to slide more onto the bed moved him against Stacy. She moaned and turned to face him, pulling an arm under the blanket to wrap it around his chest. It must have been out from under the covers, for it was cold against his bare skin. When she kissed the back of his neck, he wondered if she was still asleep and reacting to a dream or waking to start another session of sex. He felt his cock growing in response. Given a few more moments and he could eagerly accommodate her.
“What time is it?” Stacy mumbled, her lips still warmly against his neck.
“It’s eleven o’clock.” It wasn’t Harold who answered, however. The voice answering Stacy’s question came from Val, Stacy’s roommate.
“Oh shit.” Harold threw back the covers and sat up, desperately trying to remember where his clothes were. In near panic, he hoped they weren’t on Val’s bed for they had made love in Stacy’s and the clothes had gone flying in their hurry to slip under the covers in the chilly room.
A sudden, blinding beam of light struck Harold as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Wow, she wasn’t kidding, you do have a big cock.” The voice came from behind the source of the light, centered on Val’s bed.
Squinting in the bright beam, Stacy leaned around to see Harold’s cock. “Oh, it can get bigger than that, watch.” Stacy reached around and grasped the already half erect cock and began pumping the shaft.
“Stacy, please.”
“Do you always make him beg?” Val giggled in the dark behind the beam of light.
“Val! Turn off the damn flashlight.” Blinded by the light, he could not possibly see anything in the room. Where in the hell were his clothes?
“Why? I like the show.”
Stacy continued pumping his cock and it was quickly becoming fully erect in spite of the embarrassment he was feeling. Didn’t the damn thing know this wasn’t the right time?
“I’m serious. Turn off the light, I’ve got to find my clothes.”
“They’re safe.”
That statement hinted that she knew where they were and might have hidden them. Apparently, neither Harold nor Stacy had heard Val come into the room. How long had she been there? And why had she ignored the signal—a matchbook cover showing under the door—that indicated it was not safe to enter. But it was her room too, and she had a right to come in, especially at that late hour. He should have departed an hour earlier, and would have had he not fallen asleep. Harold just wanted to get dressed and get out. He tried to shield his eyes against the harsh beam of the flashlight to see if he could spot his clothes on the floor or anywhere.
Suddenly the room went dark as Val turned off the light. In the dark, Stacy continued pumping his cock but several seconds later, the room was flooded with light as Val turned on a bedside lamp. As she turned back to watch the show she had indicated she was enjoying, she threw back the blanket and spread her legs. She was wearing flannel pajamas and, with the layer of fat she also wore, she seemed immune to the chill of the room.
Val placed the lens of the flashlight against her crotch with her left hand and began stroking the barrel of it with her right as if she was a man, masturbating. “Look, I’m Harold.” She grinned as she intently watched Stacy work Harold’s cock.
“Oh, Harold is much bigger than that. See.” Stacy held his cock up to show its size.
“Well, let’s see.” Val came off her bed and knelt at Harold’s feet, placing the flashlight into his crotch, parallel to his cock. Harold’s fully erect member was easily an inch and a half longer.
“Wow! Can I play with it a little? You once told me you’d share it with me, remember?”
“I don’t think I said that exactly, but okay. Only a little though.”
“Hey!” Harold’s objection was ignored. He vaguely recalled such a conversation the first night he had been in the room when Val had entered. He was sure that no such deal had been agreed upon, at least not in his presence. Val gently squeezed the head of his cock and ran her fingers down the shaft to gauge how firm it was. “Oh man, I bet that feels good going in you, doesn’t it?”
“You better believe it! So I guess this is bigger than Pete?”
“Fuck yes, Pete couldn’t hold a candle to this.”
“Hey.” Again Harold’s protestation went ignored. Harold didn’t know who Pete was, but was firmly convinced by then that he didn’t want to know. To meet him with what Harold now knew would be very embarrassing. ‘Good to meet you, Pete. Do you know that my cock is much bigger than yours? Val said so.’
“Are you sure I can’t play with him more? This is making me horny, and I love the red pubes.” She began stroking Harold’s short hairs, running her fingers through it.
“No Val. What you’re feeling is all you get.”
Harold kept his eyes off Val’s face as she grinned at the cock she was squeezing. It would only have been a slight lean forward for her to slide her mouth over the glans she was taking pleasure with. He feared that was foremost on her mind at that moment, considering the position she was in, as the ball of her plump thumb smeared his pre-cum across the underside of his cock head. Had she been half as beautiful as Stacy, or even half as slender, he might have considered encouraging the two women who were fondling his manhood. But the sight of Val, overweight and frumpy in her flannel pajamas, just didn’t instill any desire for her in Harold. The thought of actually having sex with her was making his cock soften slightly.
Instead, he scanned the room, hoping to see his clothes. They were nowhere in sight. His heavy winter coat was still over the desk chair where he had draped it when he came in hours earlier.
“Listen, I’ve got to get back to my apartment and I hate going through that neighborhood this late at night.” As an upperclassman, he had the privilege of living off campus that Stacy and Val didn’t have as freshmen. They were restricted to living in the dorm for their first year at the university. “What did you do with my clothes Val?” He was nearly pleading by then.
“They’re in the bathroom, you big spoilsport.” Val said, in disgust. She rose from the floor and went back to her bed. But instead of climbing in and covering herself, she sat in the middle with her feet folded under her fat thighs and proceeded to stare at Harold, primarily his cock. With a gleam in her eyes, she began licking his juice from her thumb.
Harold quickly went into the bathroom, which meant passing close by Val’s bed. Her eyes followed him, without letting go of her concentration on his bouncing cock, until all she had to admire was his ass in passing. She reached out as if to grab it as he passed her bed. He managed to sidestep her attempt, and as he entered the bathroom, he glanced back. Both of the young women were still staring at him.
“Damn, he’s got a nice ass too.”
“See, I told you.”
“Oh shit.” Harold quickly dressed and when he came out of the bathroom, the pair appeared ready to resume their surveillance of him. Stacy was sitting up in the bed, seemingly unconcerned that she was still naked, though the lower half of her body was under the blanket. Harold wondered if she wasn’t cold. Her hard nipples sure seemed to indicate that fact. “You better get some pajamas on or you’ll catch cold.”
“Yeah, now that I don’t have you to keep me warm. Be sure to sneak past the R A’s room. She’s probably asleep by now but you never know.” Men weren’t allowed in the women’s dorm after ten.
“Or you could just stay here all night.” Val offered. “ We’ll entertain you. And you could certainly entertain us.”
“I’ve an early class.” The thought of Val’s all night entertainment made Harold shudder.
“Give me a call when you get home. I want to be sure you make it okay.”
“Okay. Goodnight.” Harold leaned down and gave Stacy a kiss.
“I’d rather you were saying good morning to me.”
“Someday.” As he stood and turned to the door, he wondered about the one word he had just uttered. Was that a commitment?
The End