The housing situation at my university was based mostly on the assumption that students would escape the dorms once they were free to after sophomore year. Though upperclass students did live in the dorms, they were rare. My roommate, Matt, and I were among this rare breed senior year. We had lived off campus briefly, but decided it wasn’t worth the hassle- shopping and cooking for ourselves, having to get up earlier to commute into school, remembering to pay rent monthly, etc. By then we were of legal drinking age as well, and didn’t have to worry about enjoying adult beverages in the dorms as we did as underclass students. The dorms seemed like a good choice.
We chose one of the more sedate dorms, not wanting to deal with the usual freshman/sophomore rowdiness. Because we also did a work study job for the university housing facilities department, we were able get rid of extraneous furniture in our room to make space for a big couch and decent size beer fridge. Overall, we had a pretty sweet set up. We pretty much kept an open door policy in our room and got a lot of visitors from the floor, especially among the freshmen on the floor who wanted to get to know and understand these odd creatures called seniors. They were harmless for the most part and provided a distraction and some entertainment.
One of our frequent visitors was a freshman named Tara. She was definitely one of those people that wasn’t confident in herself and struggled to relate to someone older. Tara was like that little sibling or cousin that always wanted to be part of the older kid crowd, but had no chill and was often annoying instead. But, Tara could be entertaining too, since she often tried to act tough and mature around us by teasing us or criticizing us. We just gave it right back with a laugh. Tara was also somewhat easy on the eyes. She was petite and pretty with auburn hair and almost translucent alabaster skin. Her body was thin and angular, as if she hadn’t yet had time to develop any curves, but she wasn’t unappealing. Overall, Tara wasn’t my type, but definitely fell into the category of “I wouldn’t throw her out of bed.”
Matt had a girlfriend at the time, while I was between girlfriends. As a result, I often had the room to myself on weekend nights. If there wasn’t a particular party to go to, I was happy to chill on the couch with beer and chat with the RAs making their rounds or whatever tipsy freshman or sophomore floated through my door. The dorm would eventually quiet down as the others found parties to go to and I’d call it a night.
One of these nights there was a knock late at the door to my room. I usually could ignore it and they’d go away, but this time that wasn’t the case, so I got up. Opening the door, I saw Tara standing there.
“What’s up?”
“I’m sorry. My roommate brought someone home from the party, and I didn’t want to sleep in my room. Can I sleep on your couch? Do you think Matt will mind?”
Thinking I just wanted to go back to sleep, I said, “Matt’s not here. So whatever.”
“Awesome! I’m just going to change into my PJs and grab my blanket and pillow.”
As she said this, I gave a thumbs up, turned back into the darkness of my room and crawled back into bed. I had left the door open a crack and not long after Tara came back. I could see from the light entering from the hallway that she was dressed in a t-shirt, flannel pants and carrying her pillow and blanket. Tara made her way to the couch, whispered a thank you and settled down.
Sometime after, I felt Tara slide in behind me in the bed and start to spoon with me. It was comfortable and I didn’t mind, so I drifted back to sleep. Tara had other motivations and started to softly massage and caress my shoulders and arms. Fine, I’ll lay here and enjoy it. Slowly, she was doing the same to my chest and running her hands over my stomach. Well now. This got more of my attention and I started to get hard. I’m not sure if Tara had correctly predicted that reaction or felt my shorts stir while her hand was on my stomach, but she soon reached around and started to lightly stroke it through my shorts.
Figuring it was about time to take her lead, I rolled over and started making out with her. Since Tara had already initiated the touching of the “naughty” zones, I didn’t hesitate to lift up her shirt to access her tits. They were predictably small with puffy nipples that seemed very pale in the little light we had. Her tits however were firm and also sensitive. Tara immediately responded with moans and pushing them against my hands. I moved to sucking her nipples slowly, almost taking each entire boob into my mouth. Now that my hands were free, I slid them around her and down her pants to grab hold of her butt cheeks, which were tiny but surprisingly rounder than I imagined.
Tara was getting more turned on and began to reach in my shorts for a full grip on my cock. As she did, I brought my hands around to her front and began rubbing her labia and clit. We masturbated each other for some time, until Tara gently pushed me on my back and repositioned herself. Tara pulled the waistband of my shorts down more and began to lick my hard on. I have to admit it was weird. Tara didn’t seem to quite know what to do. She had stuck her tongue in a very pointed way and was flicking it in random places on my dick, as if she were afraid to touch it more. The sensation was like a snake trying to blow me, but at the same time wasn’t unpleasant either.
I grabbed the base of my cock and hoping to find a way to guide it into her mouth. Tara must have sensed my desire to go further, but instead of sucking me she sat bolt upright in shock. This I didn’t expect, so I asked what happened. Tara explained that she hadn’t meant for us to go this far because she had “sworn off sex” for 4 weeks. I kinda thought this was a weird thing for an 18 year old college freshman to feel like she already needed to do just a month into the first semester. Whatever, I thought.
I assured her it was ok. After she had calmed down, Tara settled back into the bed. We talked a little bit during which she kept apologizing. Soon, she was thankfully asleep, and I had the chance at least to jack myself off before I fell asleep. The next morning she was gone.
Thereafter, Tara would occasionally promise she’d take care of me sexually after her self-imposed hiatus was over. Soon however, I had a girlfriend and didn’t care. As for Tara, she never finished the semester and dropped out. It would turn out that this wasn’t the end of Tara in my life though.
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