Late-Night Whisper

"Are you awake?"

"Wide awake."

"We should get up and take a shower."

They got up moving quietly around the room, naked. Casey opened the bathroom door. She giggled.

"There's no one here, Fred. We don't have to be quiet."

He laughed. They spent a great deal of time washing each other. Looking down, Casey saw Fred's limp dick. She dropped to her knees. She sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue over him, as she felt him start to get hard. She held him in her mouth, letting it slip out as it grew until just the head remained. She licked it and drew her tongue and lips around the head. When she stood up, his cock was standing out like a spear.

"Trying to prove something?" asked Fred.

"I just feel bad that I can't give you a blowjob. Especially since you're so good with your tongue. I wanted to see if I could get you in my mouth when you are soft, which I guess I can."

"Yeah, but now you've got me hard again. We just finished washing."

"Let's screw in the shower."

"The water is going to make that hard to do."

"I'll get the lube."

Casey moved the curtain to the side. She ran to her room, dripping water across the floor. She came back with the big pump bottle of lube and set it on the shelf.

"How are we going to do this?" Fred asked.

Casey turned away from him, bending at the waist and gripped her ankles. Unfortunately, that placed her bum about a foot below Fred's dick.

"That's not going to work."

She stood up. Fred pumped the lube twice and rubbed lube all over Casey's breasts.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing."

"Dork."

"Feels good though, huh?"

Casey had to admit that it did. She stood there in the warm water, letting Fred play with her slippery tits. When he was done, he rinsed his hands in the shower, and she rinsed off her chest. He turned his back to the shower head and leaned down to her. She tilted her head for him to kiss her, but Fred had a different idea.

"Put your arms around my neck. Good. Now, jump up."

Casey jumped up. Fred straightened up, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around him. He put one hand under her ass and, with the other hand, he pumped some lube. Casey felt him lube his cock.

He bounced her higher and brought his free hand under her ass. He wiggled around until he was lined up. Fred lowered her onto his hard rod. They were having sex standing up! She held on tightly with her arms and legs, trying to take as much weight off his arms as possible. Fred was bouncing her up and down, his dick going in and out. It was the most uncomfortable position they had tried, and Casey loved it.

Fred couldn't hold her up for long. Slowly, he let her slide down, until she was standing beside him. Casey pumped some more lube. Using both hands, she stroked him until he exploded on her chest, with some cum winding up on her neck. She rinsed them both off. Her hands were starting to prune.

After drying off, they put on their jeans and T-shirts and put away everything that Casey had brought from home. Casey eyed the pile of towels that they had used in the last day and a half. She figured it would be a good idea to wash those before Chloe or Angie arrived. So, for the rest of the morning, she and Fred sat in the dorm laundry room, talking; washing towels and bed sheets.

Hunger drove them to find breakfast.

They had just returned from the diner in town, when Chloe showed up.

"Oh, hi, Fred. This is Wendy. Wendy, this is Casey and Fred."

Wendy nodded her head and started helping Chloe pack her things into the boxes they had brought. Casey and Fred offered to help, but Wendy told them in no uncertain terms that they had it under control. Casey was a little bewildered by that. Fred noticed that Wendy was acting very protective of Chloe. She was constantly touching the smaller woman.

Angie arrived just as they finished packing. Chloe gave Angie her key. Angie, Casey, and Fred offered to help carry the boxes. Wendy, again, rebuffed them.

When they had removed the last of the boxes, Fred turned to Angie.

"Well, that was interesting."

"I see our friend Chloe is batting for the other team now," remarked Angie.

"But she has a boyfriend. I've met him," Casey pointed out.

Angie shrugged. "To each her own. I've seen stranger things. But I know Wendy, she wouldn't be helping if she wasn't getting something out of it."

To Casey, who was totally in love with Fred by this time, it seemed odd that Chloe would have changed so quickly.

Angie held out the key to Fred. "Are you sure about this?"

"I'm sure," he said, looking at Angie and then Casey.

"Okay, I'm bending the rules here, so these are the conditions."

"One, this is a girls' floor. If I get any complaints from the other residents, you're out. Two, no noise after ten, or eleven on the weekends. Three, no nudity. You know the rest. No parties, no drugs or alcohol. Oh, and in this suite, you keep the bathroom clean and neat. Also, we women get first dibs on the bathroom."

"Okay, got it."

Angie looked around the room. "I guess you'd better move your stuff in."

Fred and Casey walked over to Fred's old dorm. They found the door open. Drew was unpacking his clothes. Fred asked Casey to wait in the hall.

"Hey, dude, I see your bags, but it doesn't look like your bed has been used. Did you just get here?"

"Ah, no Drew, I've been staying with Casey. As a matter of fact, Casey's roommate has moved out. So, her RA has agreed to let me move in with her."

He let that hang, as he watched Drew.

"Way to go, Fred."

"You're not mad?"

"You get a chance to live with your girlfriend, and you think I'd be mad about that? Hell, I'll help you move."

Drew grabbed up a couple of Fred's bags from the floor and stepped into the hall.

"Hey, Casey, you're getting a great guy. But he's a slob and boring as hell."

A pillow came flying out of the door hitting Drew in the head.

Casey laughed. Fred came out carrying a box. Casey went in and came out with the few clothes that were hanging in the closet.

Back in Casey's room, they piled everything on Chloe's old bed. They had just started back to Fred's dorm for the second trip, when Angie's door opened. She stepped out.

"Well, who is this?" asked Angie. She gave Drew a long up-and-down inspection.

Drew just stood there with his mouth open. Fred had to nudge him with his elbow.

"Angie, this is Drew. Drew, Angie. Drew was Fred's roommate. He's helping us move Fred in," explained Casey.

Drew just nodded.

Casey looked at Fred, who just shrugged his shoulders. He took off down the hall, so Casey followed. At the stairs, she looked back and saw Angie and Drew in conversation coming down the hall.

All the way to the other dorm, Casey kept looking back. Angie and Drew were still walking side by side, talking, although it looked like Angie was doing most of the talking. Fred and Casey were on the way back, when they passed them. Angie and Drew were both smiling. A good fifteen minutes after Casey and Fred made it back to the room, Angie and Drew walked in, absently putting Fred's stuff on the bed. They walked through the bathroom into Angie's room.

On the way back to get Fred's remaining items, Casey remarked, "That was fast."

"That is a disaster waiting to happen."

"Why, is something wrong with Drew?" Casey asked, defending Angie.

"Yep, Mrs. Compton. You may remember that Drew was dating Sloan? He took her home for Thanksgiving. Drew's mother chewed her a new asshole. Told her that she didn't send her son to WNU to find a wife. He was to get his business degree and come back home to run one of daddy's businesses. She had a line of girls from the 'right' type of family for Drew to pick from when he was ready for a wife."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah, when Drew didn't stand up for her, Sloan took the bus home and told Drew she never wanted to see him again."

"Wow."

"I don't think Mrs. Compton is going to think Angie is from the right type of family, do you?"

Casey just looked at him.

When they returned to the dorm, they could still hear Angie and Drew talking next door. At least Drew is keeping up his side of the conversation, Casey noted to herself.

At six, Casey knocked on Angie's door.

"Hey, we're going to walk into town and get a pizza. You two want to come along?"

"Some other time, Casey, okay?"

"Okay, see you later."

***

Casey and Fred both had full schedules with heavy workloads. They again staked their claim on the table in the library. Fred often walked in with his new lab partner, Paul, who sat a couple of tables over. Fred was often over at that table, comparing notes and answers with Paul. Casey thought Paul was good looking, but she never saw him with a girl; he never did anything socially with them. Fred said Paul was working hard and was expected to go to work in his family's engineering firm, once he got his degree. He said that Paul was the most serious student he had ever met. That statement set Casey back on her heels. Fred was the most serious student she knew.

Casey was then the one who was always ready to head back to the dorm. They made love every day. Casey could not get enough. When Fred thought he saw her grades slip just a little, he forced her to stay at the library an extra half hour on days before a quiz or exam. Casey knew she was a little obsessed with all the sex she was getting.

By the end of January, she was starting to forget how it had been before they slept together every day. She was constantly dreaming up new ways to have sex. She didn't want it to get routine. They had set one bed up so that on the mattress, Casey was right at Fred's waist. They dubbed this their sex bed. Every time Fred walked in and Casey was on this bed, he knew what she wanted. She was on that bed a lot.
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