I had had a crush on Arthur for as long as I could remember. When I heard we were all going on the same college trip,I was excited to spend some more time with him, but just as friends.
Arthur was nice, funny and handsome. He was incredibly interesting and intelligent, but you would only find that out after spending time with him. He didn’t brag about himself or his abilities, but he exuded the confidence and self assuredness. He was someone who knew who they were.
I had known him for years. He was a friend of a friend when we were growing up. He was just somebody who would come to some events, but not someone I was super close with.
When I started college, I was surprised it was him who started with me. We actually started to become close friends, and spent a bit of time together.
Still, he had lots of friends, interests and I assumed lots of women. As a person, he was completely magnetic. I didn’t think anything of it.
Our college society trip rolled around later in the semmester. We had booked out a cute little hostel for our outing.
The hostel was quaint, with quadruple rooms made of two bunk beds. They actually had some space in the rooms too, so it was perfect for our group.
As we took the bus to our destination, Arthur sat beside me. This wasn’t too surprising I suppose. We were good friends, and talked all the way there.
When we got settled, Arthur suggested we bunk together. I thought it sounded great. Unfortunately the receptionist messed up, and said that the room we were in would be us and two strangers.
It didn’t bother him. In fact, he seemed very happy about that fact. I knew I hadn’t a hope with him romantically so I assumed he was just happy to hang out with my friend.
As we chatted into the night, I began to drift off. The other two people in our room fell asleep way before us as we whispered and giggled into the night. Arthur had been busy teasing me and firing his pillow down from above. I would have loved to keep playing around but I had to get to bed.
It was late at night. I was slowly drifting off to sleep when something jolted me awake. I realised what it was. Somebody was in the bunk with me. My eyes fired open and I looked around. A hand fired up and quickly covered my mouth.
I thought to scream out. I was going to call for Arthur to come down here, and tackle this guy. I had heard horror stories about hostels but I didn’t think they were true.
But then, I looked again. It was Arthur. I looked at him, still half terrified. What was he doing?
He gradually took his hand away, as my eyes adjusted to the dim moon light. He put a finger to his lips, and leaned in to my ear. The bed was so small, and we were stuck beside each other. I felt his lean, warm body right up against mine.
He put a hans behind my head and whispered into my ear.
“I want to kiss you.”
I turned my body toward him, slowly, trying not to make too much noise. I was conscious of the other people. He put one hand around my waist and kept one at the back of my head. He was waiting for a response. I put one arm up to his face and one around his body. I held him close. Our faces were so close to each other.
I leaned in slowly, deliberately, and our lips touched. We stayed there for a long time, moving our mouths slowly so we were as quiet as possible.
We quietly kissed like this for a while, feeling each others mouths and caressing each others faces. I felt a heat between my legs, and I could feel him growing hard against me.
He moved his hand up and down my my back, until he started teasing at the hem of my shirt.
He slowly moved his hand up the back of my t-shirt, and started feeling my back. He started to squeeze me tighter to him then then, and I threw a leg over him.
God, I wanted him. As we continued to lock lips, he slowly unhooked my bra. His other hand travelled to my ass to assist in my grinding against his leg. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Then, I moved so I could be on top of him. We moved slowly trying not to make any noise. We were still quietly kissing.
Both of his hands were on my ass, and I had his head in my hands.
We continued like this, basically torturing each other. As I grinded on him and felt him right below me. I actually began to feel close.
I whispered to him how much I wanted him, and how close I was.
He locked eyes with me. We were both feeling more feral than human. It felt so right to be this close.
I came then, and told him. He smiled, and said he would see me tomorrow to do this again. I smirked, happy to be finished but not sure why it had ended.
Quietly, he left and tiptoed to his bed.
I had the best sleep of my life.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zzv84s/my_crush_in_the_same_hostel_room_m22_f22_friends