I’m startled out of a dead sleep by the fire alarm going off across campus. Since I pay extra to have a dorm room to myself, I sleep naked and am extra panic driven. I spring from my bed and scramble to wrap my old robe around my lanky frame. In full panic mode, I run out the door forgetting even my keys.
Once outside, I realize it’s only a drill. Figures, it’s been about a month since the year began at school. Adrenaline fades and leaves room for a dawning horror. I'm wearing nothing but a bathrobe and flip-flops. It's like one of those nightmares from childhood where you are in the school cafeteria and you are suddenly naked, only this is reality.
My bathrobe is barely down to my knees and my legs are covered with goosebumps. My short hair is probably sticking straight up on one side from sleep and I risk letting go of one side of my robe for a minute while I try to smooth it down by running my hand through it.
There is a small group of girls huddled together in the cold nearby but any chance of remembering who they might be is lost in a cloud of embarrassment. In their thin pajamas, I can clearly see their breasts and hard nipples on full display as they hug themselves and rub their arms for any warmth they can find. Maybe this drill wasn’t all bad.
On this brisk September morning, the slight breeze flips back a flap of my robe and I grab it and hold it down desperately as the boys try to decide if they should be at full morning salute or retreat as far as they can from the cold. Out of the corner of my eye, I manage to see a couple of the girls looking my way. Hey, are they checking me out?
I stand a little taller as we gather in our meeting spot, but from behind me, some guy laughs. I look over and this dumbass jock type is pointing at me and snickering to his friends.
He smirks, “Nice robe,” drawing too many eyes to me. They all see my old man robe with faded blue and black stripes highlighting the tent made by my very average but now fully awake cock. Mental note: get a sexier robe next time.
Embarrassed, I say, “Hey, I had to wear something, I didn’t want to get you all hot and bothered.” My retort rolls off my tongue before I realize where I am, and who might hear.
I draw into yet a deeper level of self-conscience as I notice looks of disgust from almost everyone especially the girls. Shame has me back as far away from the rest of the group as I can. I stand alone by a tree for company and just listen to some of the others talk, trying to remember names or who had the nicer rack was lost as I mostly wanted to forget about all of this. Soon the all clear is given and I begin my boring day of lecture, study, and social solitude.
At the end of a long day, I go to bed. Before I know it I’m startled awake again. This time panic gives way to curiosity, as now I’m moaning and on my back. Wait, I never sleep on my back. I open my eyes to figure out this chaos. The room is dark save for a phone on flashlight mode by my knees.
What the hell? As I fully open my eyes I see a masked girl sucking on the head of my growing member. As I struggle to get up and wonder what the fuck is happening, I find her hands are on my wrists, and she’s leaning all her weight on them, to prevent me from fighting. I have to fight the sensation of wanting to body check her and run.
Seeing the look of confusion in my eyes, she stops long enough to very sheepishly command, “Just relax and enjoy. Keep your arms down.”
I sense a nervousness in her voice. There seems to be a need bigger than herself compelling her to do this. Still, that heavenly Southern Drawl is so reassuring and tender. Her perfume is strong and feminine. It reminds me of vanilla and spring and is strangely intoxicating. As her smell floods my nose it puts a spell on me. I feel my dick flinch even harder as I take in her sweet aroma. She has me mesmerized; as if I needed another reason to obey such a sweet request. What the hell. I tell myself to take a breath and see where this goes. I nod my head and let her proceed.
I focus on her glowing sandy blond hair that flows just past her shoulders. A glimmering mask of a silver butterfly covers her eyes and most of her face, leaving the mouth uncovered. She tilts it sideways as she immediately returns to what she was doing; she's driven by reasons unclear to me. It feels too good to question or argue.
Expertly, she alternates between slurping, popping, sucking, deep throating and back again. Even her occasional tooth scraping is beyond this world enjoyable. She occasionally makes a soft moaning sound that drives me absolutely crazy. The only thing missing is the refusal to use her hands to aid in pleasing me. She really gets into it now as I sense her nervousness slip away. I feel like all her nerves have disappeared, as she throws neck and shoulders into deep-throating me even faster.
She continues her trance over me. Her perfume is everywhere surrounding me and filling my every pore. The smell of her only adds to the excitement I’m feeling. Sensual and slow, time after time, she brings me to the brink of popping, and expertly stops just long enough for me to come back down. Changing beat, strokes, and suction, she keeps me peeked on the edge for what feels like an eternity. Instinct eventually kicks in as my hips begin to thrust and tilt, but this doesn’t faze her a bit. She adjusts each time, never letting me escape the pleasure of my impending climax.
Her fervor is raw and undeniable. As my balls start to get heavy from all the strain, pressure builds inside me waiting to explode. Just as I can’t take any more, as my breathing gets faster and heavy, she can tell I’ve held out as long as I can. Quickly she releases my wrists to clamp her hands on my base hard and refuses to let me finish. She waits for my convulsions to stop. As I'm panting, grunting, and nearly out of breath, she returns her mouth to cover my crown. Barely releasing and re-squeezing my penis in spurts, she collects my seed slowly in every release.
Extending my orgasm like this is almost excruciating. She holds her mouth open with my seed still in her mouth. Without warning she deep throats me one final time, allowing the semen collected to spill out everywhere. I groan so loud that I become breathless. Some whimpering escapes me as my stomach can’t stop shaking. The smell of my sex now mingles with hers giving a hint of musk to the room. My own sperm is now running off my sides, but I could care less.