Written with Jerry
I sat in my room bored out of my skull. It was Thursday night and I had no money to go to the bars and all my friends were busy with projects or club activities. I was just about to go to bed when there was a knock on my door.
“COME IN! It’s open!”
The door opened and in came Kristen, from my computer programming class. She is rather short, but well build, meaning she wasn’t over weight and not over muscled. She was wearing tight black jeans, a baggy sweat-shirt, white tennies and had her hair tied back in a ponytail. She smiled as she gave me the once-over. I realized I was wearing my sweats and a t-shirt, but what made it worse, was that that’s all I was wearing.
“A friend lives in the hall and I thought I’d stop by and see what you were up to?” she had a smooth, husky voice and her eyes smiled mischievously.
A little confused I responded with, “Nothing. Please, have a seat.” and offered her a chair. She in turn closed the door and sat down.
We talked for a while and at first we were a little nervous. I found myself staring at her soft blue eyes and trying to see what made them glow like they did. In the process of talking she let down her long brown hair which framed her face and made me more aware of my near nakedness. She soon admitted that her roommate’s boyfriend lived down the hall and they were ‘busy’, which was why she came down to my room to see if I was here. At that time it was still early and she didn’t want to go back to her dorm room and just sit there.
“Well, you’re welcome to stay here tonight if you wish.” I said with a suggestive tone to my voice and an evil grin on my face.
“But where would I sleep?” she came back with that fake innocent tone while looking around the room.
“Heh. Sleep? Why would you want to do that?” I replied in a lustful tone.
Wha ... Huh?? was all I said as she kneeled down in front of me and looked up into my eyes, “What did you have in mind?” slid from her lips dripping with suggestion.
I looked down into her blue eyes that were not even a foot away from my own, but couldn’t think of anything to say, so I leaned forward to kiss her. Kristen responded in kind and turned it into a seductive kiss as our tongues met. I combed her soft hair with my fingers as hers caressed my chest and down to my waist.
We broke our kiss and I sat up straight as Kristen pulled at my sweat pants. I lifted myself and she slid them off and tossed them in a corner. My hardened cock stood between use, and she looked at it as though it was a piece of art. I just watched her, having never seen anyone admire my cock that way.