Late-Night Whisper

This is a work of fiction. All characters engaging in sexual acts are 18 or older. In my fictional world, there are no STDs. My characters may act in fictional and irrational ways. If you find this to be a pleasant read you should thank the amazing Kenjisato for making it so. Any remaining issues, errors or mistakes are my own. Please rate and comment. Thanks for reading. Be kind to others.

This story continues from 'Casey Has A Sister".

Fred Has A Roommate.

Fred parked in the student lot and pulled out his phone. It had buzzed twice in the last half-hour. Two texts from Casey.

Casey: Text me when you get to campus. Drop your stuff in your room and come to mine.

Casey: Angie or Chloe won't be here until Sunday. Don't knock. Come in and use me. I'm so horny!

Fred felt his dick start to bulge. First things first, though, he thought.

Fred: Hi Mom, just letting you know I'm back at school.

He pulled his bags out of the car and locked it.

Fred: Just pulled in. Fifteen minutes. Can't wait to see you.

He hustled to his dorm. Drew wasn't there yet. He ran his fingers through his hair. I probably should have given Drew a heads-up about living with Casey this semester, he thought.

He knew he didn't have time for a shower, so he sniffed his pits and sprayed on some deodorant. He locked his door and ran down the steps.

Casey was trying to push her mother and Emily out of her door.

"Mom, you're just repeating things now. I've got everything. I didn't forget anything. I'm fine."

"Well, there's no one else around. We haven't seen a single soul on campus. Why did you need to be back so soon? We could have driven up on Sunday."

"Mother!"

Emily laughed. "I think someone will be here very soon, Mom."

"Well, maybe I want to see Fred, too. We should wait for him."

Casey went red. Emily was bent over laughing then.

"Mom, the moment Fred walks through this door, I'm going to jump his bones. If you want to stand here and talk to him as he ravishes me, go ahead."

Then, it was Lisa's turn to blush.

"Come on, Emily. It appears that we're not wanted."

The moment they were gone, Casey ran to the closet, pulled out two towels. She placed them on the bed. She stripped off all of her clothes. She closed the window that she had opened to air out the room. She left it open just a crack, so the room wouldn't get too hot. She turned off the room light, then turned on the small desk lamp, rotating the shade towards the wall. Looking at her phone, she figured she had less than a minute. She pumped a glob of lube out of the industrial-size bottle on her desk and ran her hand between her legs. Casey climbed on her bed, wiped her hand on the towels. She assumed the 'ass-up-face-down' position, facing away from the door.

Emily and Lisa had walked down two flights of stairs when they ran into Fred, bounding up. He stopped and smiled.

"Hi, Mrs. Brown, hi Emily."

"Hello, Fred. How are you? Did you have a good break?"

"Yeah, it was good. Stayed pretty busy helping my dad build some bikes."

"Oh? Do your mother and father ride?"

"Ah, no, my dad has a small bike shop. He sold a bunch of e-bikes for Christmas," Fred answered, glancing up the stairs.

"Oh, that's nice. How is your mother?"

"She's good, Mrs. Brown."

"What are you taking this semester, Fred?" asked Emily, beginning to enjoy the delay her mother was creating. A grin lit up her face.

Fred's shoulders sagged. He had no defense against these two. His mother had raised him to be polite.

"Umm, mechatronics, signals, electromechanics," listed, glancing up the stairs again.

Lisa asked another question.

Where is Fred? Casey thought. He should have been here ten minutes ago. Her legs were starting to ache from being tucked under for so long.

She heard the door open. Unsure, she called out.

"Fred?"

"Sorry I'm late--"

She cut him off, "Don't talk, just get busy."

He took in the sight. Casey was facing away from him, naked on the bed. Her sex glistened in the light from the lube she had applied. He stripped off his jacket, sweater, and T-shirt and threw them on Chloe's bed. He shucked his shoes; pulled down his jeans. He was already hard, which made removing his boxers difficult. When he did get them off, he approached Casey. He left his socks on. The floor was cold.

His cock lined up perfectly with Casey's muff. He put his hand on her hip, and pushed. He sank three or four inches in. Waited a second, then pulled back a couple. Stroked in again and stopped about three-quarters in. Backed up a bit and thrust in 'til his pelvic bone touched her ass.

God, she's tight. This feels so good, I just want this to last all night.

"Oh, Fred, you fill me up so good. Now fuck me. Don't hold back. I want to feel you pounding into me."

He started stroking into her with long strokes. Gradually, he picked up the pace. Casey reached back and grabbed the edge of the mattress and slammed herself back into his cock.

"Ugh, ugh. Faster, harder. I need to feel it."

Fred grabbed both of her hips and shoved his dick home again and again.

Casey yelled out, "Yes! Fuck me, Fred, fuck me!"

Out in the parking lot, Emily and Lisa could hear her clearly. Lisa put her hands over Emily's ears, as they continued to walk to the car.

Emily had a big grin on her face. Way to go, Casey! she thought to herself.

Fred hadn't been able to last much longer. He continued to pump into Casey after he delivered his load, the cum squirting out around his cock, driping down onto the towels between Casey's legs. The feeling took Casey over the edge-- she came, moaning into the mattress. Fred pushed her forward and lay down beside her.

"Hi," he said. Fred leaned in to kiss her. "Did you miss me, or the sex?"

"Yes," was all she said, kissing him back.

They spent all night in bed, and half of Saturday. Only when hunger drove them to seek food did they shower, dress, and walk into town. As they walked back to the dorm, Casey started walking faster and faster, until she was pulling him forward. She had most of her clothes off by the time they made it to the room. Casey removed her T-shirt and panties, then jumped on the bed. Spreading her legs, she beckoned Fred to her.

Fred held her legs back, opening up her pussy to him. He leaned in and ran his tongue through her slit, He sucked on her clit. Casey moaned.

Fred stood and fed his tool into her three or four inches. He stroked a half-dozen times. He pulled out to Casey's protest groans.

Leaning down again, he used his mouth and tongue again, 'til he felt Casey's hands on his head. Standing up, he entered her again, stroking in an inch or two deeper. Casey was going crazy. She tried to pull him deeper, but couldn't grab a hold of him.

Fred continued to alternate between stroking and licking until he was as deep as he could go. He stroked a good dozen times and pulled out again. As he bent down enough for Casey to sense his breath, her legs pushed violently against his hands. Her juices spewed out as she came. Fred watched, amazed. He glanced up at Casey's face. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. She turned red from her toes to her face.

Fred tried to lick her again, but she put her hands in the way. Standing, he slowly, deliberately, entered her, sliding all the way home.

"Don't move, Fred. Just hold me like this. I need to recover."

He stood still, feeling her sex tremble around his member.

When she gave him permission to move again, he fucked her at the slower pace that he enjoyed. One hand was fondling Casey's tits. The other hand was busy rubbing his thumb over and around her clitoris. Shooting his load, he filled her womb for the fourth time in twenty-four hours. He crawled up and spooned her.

"Are you happy about moving in here?" Casey asked.

"You mean, am I happy that now that I've found you, I get to sleep with you as often as I want? Uh, obvious answers for two hundred, Alex," he laughed.

"No worries?"

"As long as we get our studies done. As long as our grades don't slip, I'm good. I mean I feel great about it. Are you worried?"

Casey sighed. "You're going to have to be the strong one, the strict one, Fred." She reached behind, her putting her hand around his tool. "I'm going to want this guy inside me twenty-four hours a day."

The sun was already going down. Casey turned off the desk lamp and pulled Fred's arm around her. She settled back for a nap.

Casey woke up with a start. She looked at the clock. It was ten to midnight. She was on top of Fred, impaled on his cock. Did I do this, or did Fred? It excited her that Fred might have awakened and decided to take advantage of her. But Fred's breathing was deep and even. Also, she couldn't figure out how Fred could have pulled her on top of him, driven his cock into her, without her waking up. She watched his eyes twitch behind his eyelids. He was sound asleep. Somehow, in my sleep, I crawled on top of Fred and started fucking him. It sounded bizarre, but she could think of no other explanation. He felt so good in her that she almost cried. She moved forward slowly and then back. She moved again. Fred wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Casey lay her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. This is exactly where I should be, she thought, as she slipped back to sleep.

An hour later, Casey woke to Fred humping into her pussy. She rose up, looking at him in the dark. She could see his eyes were open.

"Sorry. I woke up with you on top of me, and I just had to move," he grunted, increasing his movements.

"Don't apologize. This is the best way to wake up-- ever."

She lay her head back down on Fred's chest enjoying the ride. It seemed to go on and on. Despite the pleasure she was experiencing, she was nearly lulled back to sleep. She felt his sperm squirting out around his rod. He sighed and held her tight. A few minutes later, his soft cock fell out of her. Damn it, she pouted to herself.