[M]y college girl[f]riend needed a hand in the dark room.

Lana enrolled in a photography class the semester we started dating. This was the late 90s, so photography meant real film. 

I’d gone with her earlier in the evening to the local cemetery so she could take photos. 

After, I drove her back to the art building. She had on a flowing floral skirt that went down to her calves and a knitted top that tied behind her neck and held her firmly enough that she didn’t need a bra. Her hair, recently dyed pink instead of purple, was tied back in a small pony tail. In the car, I rested my hand on her thigh, massaging gently. She had one hand on the back of my neck, occasionally dragging her nails through my hair or stroking my ear. I shuddered as goosebumps blossomed down my neck. I wanted her badly, like always, but I had to wait. 

I was sitting out in the classroom area adjacent to the dark room, reading. Lana had been in the dark room for about forty minutes when I heard the rotating darkroom door start to move. I looked up. 

“Hey,” said Lana, looking a little breathless and flushed, squinting against the bright lights, “can you come in here for a sec? I need your hands.”

“Sure!“ I popped up and headed to the doorway. She rotated the cylinder and a dim red light emerged through the widening gap. 

“Follow me,” she whispered.

“What do you need?”

“Can you see ok?”

“I mean, I can see a bit.”

“Give me your hand.”

She pulled my right hand towards her. In the odd shadows cast by the sink and cabinets, I couldn’t see much below our waists, but I heard fabric rustling. She pulled my hand lower, slowly towards herself until my fingertips brushed up against something very warm and wet. 

“Mmmmm,” she moaned quietly as I started to massage her clit. I could feel it hard and slick under me.

“Where are your panties?” I started to ask, but she covered her mouth with my hand.

“Ohh god, yes,” she whispered, feeling down my torso in the dim red light. I leaned down and kissed her hard, rubbing my fingers hard between her legs. By now her hand was on my cock pressing down through my pants. She fumbled with and undid my belt, quickly unsnapping my pants as I bent lower to let a finger slide inside of her. 

I slid the tips of two fingers inside of her then back out and over her clit. 

“Turn around,” I growled. She took her hand out of my pants and bent over, bracing her hands on the sink. I reached up with one hand and untied the tie at the back of her neck, feeling the fabric fall as her tits came free.

“Spread your legs wider.” She did.

“Good girl.”

With one hand, I cupped her breast and took a nipple between my fingers, with my other hand, I reached around her waist and went back to work on her clit. She was almost dripping now, backing her ass up into me. My jeans had fallen down. And my cock was rigid inside of my boxers. 

“Ohh fuck. Ohh yes! That feels good!” She panted. “I fucking love your hands. I love your fingers! Mmmmm!”

“Ohh god, you’re so wet for me,” I moaned rubbing my fingers, gripped around the sides of her clit faster and faster. I could see the small muscles in her back, little dark red shadows against her brighter red skin. Her body rippling as we ground against each other. 

“Ohhhh. You need to fuck me,” she moaned, “fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me now!” She was pressing her ass hard back into me.

“I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t exactly prepared for this!” I laughed.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. Just don’t cum in me. Tell me before you cum, ok?” She was struggling to get the words out.

“Ok” 

I pulled down my boxers, letting them fall with my jeans around my ankles. My cock popped free already glistening a bit at the tip. I then reached down and pulled her flowing skirt over her ass.

“Are you ready?” I asked guiding my cock towards her pussy by feel, impossible to see anything in the red light. 

“Yess. Yes! Oooh. God. Aahh. Yeah.” She gasped and trembled as I slid into her. I kept both of my hands on her hips so I could pull her back onto me. 

“Ohh. Oooo yeah,” she was groaning as I began to pump faster, her ass jiggling against me with each impact. I was already breathing heavy. 

“Jesus, Lana, this feels so fucking good!“

“Keep…keep fucking me. Rub my clit, rub my clit!”

I listened, reaching down and rubbing her as I pumped.

“Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. I’m going to cum soon. I’m going to cum on you soon. Don’t stop!” She was throwing her ass back on my cock now. I could feel my legs shaking, my balls tightening.

“Baby, baby! Baybeeeee! I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming right now!” She moaned squirming hard against me then going rigid and starting to shake. It took everything I had not to cum inside her. She leaned forward, pulling off of me and curling up with her knees to her chest in front of the sink. I could barely make her out in the light. I stood breathing heavy, my dick hard and wet when I felt something warm on the tip of my cock. Reaching down, I felt Lana’s hair as she took me in her mouth. She started bobbing quickly, her hand curled over my shaft following her lips. 

“Ohhh god, Lana, fuck, babe.”

She knew how close I was. She started moving faster. My cock started to shake.

“Fuck. I’m going to cum!” I was already cumming as I growled, feeling the release, my knees going week as I felt myself squirting into her mouth. She kept sucking. 

“Jesus. Fuck.” I said. And then I heard the voices out in the classroom on the other side of the rotating door. Getting louder. 

“Shit!”

Lana was not a swallower and stood up quickly to spit into the sink. I pulled up my boxers and jeans in one move. Lana was still bent over the sink, spitting and washing her mouth out, her tits hanging free. I wasn’t even sure if she’d heard the voices. I reached under her quickly, grabbing the ties of her shirt. The rotating door started to move and I tied a quick knot, hoping to god I’d managed to contain her tits. 

She stood up, wiping her mouth as the gap in the rotating door opened up and two girls we didn’t know came whispering into the darkroom. 

“Hi!” One said, “is it ok if we share the darkroom.”

“Sure.” Said Lana, completely composed, while I was certain I was panting like an idiot and grateful for the red light that hid my blush. “We were just headed out, actually.”

We didn’t say a word until we were back outside and then we started laughing at the same time.

“I really love you,” she said, leaning up to kiss me, lingering and staring into my eyes.

“I love you too. I can’t believe you didn’t even wear panties today. Did you plan this?”

Her eyes went wide and she looked quickly back at the art building.

“Fuck.” She said

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