Private Suite

She sighed, stood up, and said, "Yeah, let's go."

We wandered back over to the campus and just walked around for a while. We didn't say much, but occasionally one of us would offer up how bad the Thanksgiving week was going to suck, and the other would agree. We walked down to the botany department's arboretum, where most of the trees had already dropped their leaves. Then we wandered over by the sports fields. I was never sure when it happened, but I realized when we made it back over to the dorm area, that somewhere along the way we had started holding hands again.

When we got to my building we stopped outside the first floor entrance, but neither of us let go of the other's hand. We just stood there like that for a while, not saying anything. Eventually, I looked toward the door and said, "Well, this is where I get off."

Sandra chuckled and said, "Yeah, I guess so." But still, neither of us made an actual move to separate.

It was starting to get chilly, though, and I said so. Then I added, "Do you, um," wanna come up and hang out for a bit?"

Sandra nodded, and we went inside and headed up the stairs, still holding hands. When we got to my room I opened the door and we went in. We finally release each other's hands, and took off our jackets. But the room was cold, so I turned on a little space heater I kept under my desk, and pulled it out closer to the middle of the room. Sandra sat down on my bed while I tossed our jackets over on my roommate's bed.

After tossing our jackets aside, instead of sitting on my desk chair or grabbing a spot on the floor like I normally did when we spent time in one of our rooms, I walked over to my bed and sat down next to Sandra. We held hands again, and just sat there together for a long time. At some point we must have laid down, because I woke up later in the darkened room, with my back pressed up against the wall, and my front pressed up against…Sandra! The space heater was still running over by my desk, and the room was quite warm.

Without moving, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering in through the window from a sidewalk lamp outside, I realized that we were lying together on my bed, spooning. I shifted my attention and one hand lower, just to confirm, but we were both still fully dressed. We must have just drifted off to sleep like that at some point. In my shifting, I must have disturbed Sandra a little, because she mumbled something and shifted herself back into me further, pressing her butt against my crotch.

I was suddenly very awake, and was very aware of Sandra's warmth, even in the too-warm room, and the soft scent of the perfume I hadn't noticed on her before. And almost as suddenly, I realized that this felt right. It wasn't the feeling of "I want to fuck this girl" that I'd come to know over the past year or so. And strangely, it wasn't the feeling of wanting a familiar face from home. It was just that lying there, in the dim light, with this beautiful girl with whom I'd spent so much time over the past month, and with whom I very much enjoyed spending that time, and holding hands, and sitting quietly, and studying, and walking with, and talking about our shitty circumstances, and—it just felt…right.

And after that realization settled in, I became aware again of the pressure and warmth of Sandra's rear nestled against my crotch, and my cock sprang to life as if to agree with me that the whole situation was…right.

I shifted my weight a little, but kept contact with Sandra, and started gently stroking from her neck, down her shoulder, and along her side until my hand reached her hip. Then I retraced the journey, enjoying the small shudder she gave in her sleep when I hit a particularly ticklish spot. When my fingers made it back up to her neck again, I traced lightly around her ear, then started back down the same path again. I leaned my face down and over to breathe in the perfumed scent of her neck and the hair on the back of her neck, and that was when I realized she was no longer sleeping.

"That feels nice, Tom," she whispered. I froze momentarily, but she reassured me. "I like the way your fingers feel, going up and down like that. Keep going, it's okay."

I bent back down to her neck again, and nuzzled my face in her hair to find the nape of her neck, and kissed her lightly. Then I sent my fingers tracing their pathway down her side again. I wasn't sure why, but I was suddenly nervous, lying there in the dark stroking up and down Sandra's side. Sensing my hesitation, Sandra said again, "It's okay," and caught my hand as it passed her stomach. She gently pulled my arm around her and led me to the beginning of the swell of her breast.

With so many of the other girls I'd slept with over the past year, and invitation like that would have sent me to tearing off both their clothes and my own. But something was different this time. This time I wanted to move slowly, to savor every nuance, every little touch. And I wanted to know that it was more than "okay."

"Sandra," I started, still lying very still behind her, with my hand cupped under her breast and my hard-on pressed noticeably between us. "I want you. I want to make love to you." Make love? I'd never called it that! With all the other girls, we'd always just got right down to fucking. Make love? I continued, "But I only want to if it's what you want." Then I stopped, and waited, and breathed in the scent of her hair again, and kissed the back of her neck gently.

After a long moment, Sandra pulled away from me. The sudden space between us felt very cold, even in the warm room. But then she rolled to her other side so we were face to face. "Tom, I want you to make love to me," she said. "I want to make love with you. I didn't realize before today," she said, "but I think I've wanted you for a very long time, ever since I moved up here."

We kissed then, for a long time. Not the frenzied kissing and making out I'd done with so many other girls. But slow, gentle, loving kissing. I kissed her lips, and parted my own to sneak my tongue out to explore the shape and taste and feel of hers. She responded in kind, and our tongues danced lightly around each other. I raised myself up on one elbow and looked down at her, with her long blonde hair spilled over my pillow, then I bent down and kissed her again.

This time, as our lips and our tongues played against one another, I started caressing Sandra's body again. A little more forcefully this time. No, "forcefully" isn't the right word. This time my movements were more intentional, but still gentle. I stroked up and down her side, letting my hand glide over her breasts through her clothing. And after a while like that, Sandra started running her hands up and down my back, beginning to explore my body as I was hers.

After some minutes spent like that, just kissing and letting our hands explore one another, I broke our kiss and raised myself up on my elbow a little further this time. With my other hand, I began releasing the buttons down the front of Sandra's blouse, leaning down to kiss first her lips, then her chin, and her neck, and then following the unfastening of the buttons to kiss down her chest, between her breasts, and down her stomach, until her blouse was completely open all the way down. I pushed the light material back off her shoulders, and Sandra sat up to rid herself of it. In the dim light, I could still marvel at the beauty of her breasts, though they remained covered by her lacy bra.

Sandra reached down and pulled the hem of my shirt up and over my head, and I let her help me remove it. We returned to kissing then, once again sitting up on the bed, facing each other this time. There was no rushing, only gentle caressing and kissing. I let my hands wander up and down Sandra's back, and gently worked my fingers under the material of her bra. Teasingly, I dragged my fingers around, still under the material, to her front, and pulled the lace away and up, over her nipples, baring her breast with the bra still clasped behind her.

With her beautiful breasts exposed, I slowly kissed my way down her neck and chest again, nibbling my way down between her breasts, then lightly licking underneath each one and circling up and over to the top again, avoiding her nipples for the time being. I reached around behind her again and unhooked the clasp of the now loose bra, and when she shrugged it off her shoulders, I stopped for just a moment to admire the beautiful form that was now in my view. Sandra's breasts looked to be a full c cup. I couldn't completely see the colors in the dim light, but they appeared to be a pale white, with small pinkish areolae, and small but erect nipples a little larger than pencil erasers.

Seeing her like that, exposing and opening herself for me, I realized I wanted her fully. I leaned in and kissed her lightly but firmly on the lips, and ran one hand down her back while I cupped a breast with my other hand and felt the warm hardness of her nipple in the palm of my hand. Gently, I pushed her back down onto the bed, and then let my hands roam further down, until I found the top of her jeans. I fumbled a little trying to unfasten her jeans, and then Sandra reached down and took over for me. Deftly, she undid the button and the zipper. Then, while she raised her hips up slightly to work the pants down, I raised up to my knees and undid my own. I lost my balance and fell back on the bed next to Sandra, and together, we undressed completely, so that we lay next to each other, completely naked.

I looked over at Sandra, and she smiled back at me. Like so many other times before with other girls, I knew this was the time. I rolled over and moved between her legs, which she spread to welcome me. I moved into position and began pressing the head of my cock in between her pussy lips. I entered her slowly, not out of fear of hurting her, since I knew she had lost her virginity with Micah a long time ago, but rather, because I wanted to savor and enjoy this moment like the others.

I groaned a little as my cock passed into her, and she murmured, almost hummed, a welcoming moan. I enjoyed the feel of her pussy gripping my cock as I slid all the way into her. And once I was buried in her completely, I stayed like that for nearly a minute without moving, just loving the feel of her warm embrace. Then Sandra shifted a little bit, and I began moving out and back into her in a series of long, relaxed strokes. As before, there was no rush, no frenzy. We just rocked our hips together in an easy rhythm, and made love slowly, gently, calmly.

After about ten minutes of gently rocking back and forth, moving in and out of her with long, loving strokes, Sandra suddenly opened her eyes wide. I felt her pussy contract tighter around my cock, and she dug her fingers into my back. I kept going increasing our pace a little bit, even though it was a little harder to move with her tighter grip. As her orgasm subsided, I felt my own starting to build. I moved a little faster still, but kept moving with long, relaxed strokes in and out, until I felt the pressure rising. Then, with one final push, I thrust my cock all the way in to Sandra's warm, wet pussy, and let my orgasm take over. I held there, still, letting my cock pump what seemed like an endless supply of jets of warm cum, deep into her pussy. Afterward, I pulled out and we rolled over again into a spooning position and fell asleep.