9pm finds you sitting at your desk reading, trying to be cool and nonchalant all the time fighting the urge to pounce and pillage the two girls the moment they enter the room. Your hard on tries desperately to announce itself as you wait…and wait…and wait.
At 9:15 you hear a knock on your door. You get up from the desk and open the door into the hallway and find and Melanie standing there. The girls are wearing blue jeans that hug their hips nicely and t-shirts that, while not necessarily skin tight, do give you a wonderful hint of the svelte hips and lovely breasts underneath. At this point you notice is holding a small black briefcase. “Sorry we’re late. We had to wait for the bitch Stoller to go to her room.” Melanie explains as they walk in.
“That’s okay,” you say, trying to sound cool and hide the fact that you’ve been thinking about this for hours. “Come on in.” You go to the dorm room’s mini-fridge and take out a bottle of water, offering one to each of the girls. They kindly accept, setting their waters on the desk.
The girls sit down on the edge of the twin bed and motion for you to sit on the desk chair. You move the chair to face them, wondering what this is about. Melanie places the briefcase on her lap and opens it, looking for all the world like a paralegal preparing for court instead of a girl about to have sex. The confusion on your face amuses the two girls, and they laugh for a moment or two before regaining their composure and continuing.
takes out a long piece of black silken bondage rope from the briefcase as Melanie places the case on the bed. The pair of co-eds get to you before you can get up. Melanie binds your arms behind the chair, careful not to hurt you but making sure that you can’t escape. whispers in your ear, “Just trust us and you’ll have the time of your life.” As she says this, she lovingly strokes the budge in the front of your pants. Melanie and pull off your pants, boxers, and shoes, kissing and lightly scratching your legs as they do so. This leaves you wearing nothing but your t-shirt and socks. Melanie binds your legs to the chair legs and moves you against the desk as takes out a pair of wet panties from the briefcase, waving it under your nose. “We each came on this…just for you…” she coos seductively as she places them in your mouth, careful to mute your voice but not to gag or choke you.
With that, Melanie reaches into the briefcase for a large, absorbent beach towel that she lies on the floor while takes four bottles of water from the fridge. The girls stand on the towel in front of the bed and in plain view of you as they lie the bottles of water on the bed within easy reach. Then, with a smile, they slowly kiss each other, their hands gliding down the contours of each other’s bodies, moaning softly in each other’s mouths as their breasts rub against each other through their shirts until their hard nipples are apparent. |