Dorm Room Diaries: Art School Girls' Secrets

“Oh God, this is… just incredible…” In the girls’ dorm room, a naked girl let out a cry that was almost a sob, her slender body arching forward, hands clutching the sheets, her whole frame stiff. I held her tight until she melted into a boneless puddle on the bed. My name’s Josh, and I’m a freshman in college. Yesterday, the pre-semester bootcamp ended, and my girlfriend, Ashley, who’d been pent up for half a month, wasted no time calling me into her dorm. Under the cover of her and her roommates, I managed to sneak past Dorm Supervisor Ms. Jenkins’s inspection and stay the night. “You wild thing, I want you…” As soon as the lights went out, Ashley grabbed my hand, pulling it under her nightgown, and kissed me. I playfully squeezed her butt. “They’re not asleep yet.” “Don’t think I don’t know…” Ashley wriggled her body against me, a beautiful leg wrapping around my waist. “Every time you make me feel like I’m dying… isn’t it on purpose, so they can hear you… doing me?” She whispered the last two words into my ear. “You naughty girl! Are you that eager?” Feeling Ashley’s wet tongue, I grew increasingly aroused. I pulled off her nightgown, hooked one arm around her wrists above her head, and pressed her down beneath me. “Yes… I’m a tease… don’t you like me a little wild?” Ashley rocked her hips, continuing to provoke me. “Am I wild enough tonight? Hmm?” “Wild? You’re absolutely ravenous!” Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I pinned her face down on the bed, my hands gripping her slender waist as I mounted her. Just then, I noticed Riley, sleeping across the room, stir. Was she peeking? I glanced sideways and clearly saw Riley’s chest heaving with rapid breaths, her mouth slightly agape, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over as she watched my movements. Her small hand was subtly moving beneath her pajama bottoms. Our eyes met. I was startled at first, then felt a jolt of pure exhilaration. Riley seemed so innocent, but here she was, a total contradiction. Watching Ashley and me, and pleasuring herself. I didn’t care if Ashley noticed Riley peeking. I grabbed Ashley’s legs, pulled them wide, and, like a mad stallion, plunged into her, repeating the rough motions. “Ah… I can’t… stop, please…” She kept crying out until her voice was a whimpering plea, and she finally collapsed onto the bed like a rag doll. The next morning, just as dawn broke, Dorm Supervisor Ms. Jenkins hauled me out of bed. By the time I’d endured my lecture and emerged from Dean Thompson’s office, lunch hour was over. What’s worse, I hadn’t peed almost all day, and my bladder felt like it was about to burst. I sprinted towards the administrative building’s restroom. But when I reached the men’s room door, I saw a sign propped up, with six big words: “OUT OF ORDER. APOLOGIES.” I glanced back at the empty corridor. No choice, I had to use the women’s room. I never imagined that when I opened an inner stall, I’d find a petite girl who had just finished peeing, her pants around her knees, bending down to pull up her underwear. It was Riley. She was probably as stunned as I was, forgetting to pull up her underwear, frozen for a good ten seconds. Thump-thump-thump. Suddenly, urgent footsteps echoed from outside. Without thinking, I took two steps forward and squeezed into the narrow stall, my body pressed against Riley’s. Then, the door to the adjacent stall opened, followed by the rustling of clothes, and then the sound of urine hitting the water. The sound wasn’t loud, but in the empty restroom, it was exceptionally clear. Riley’s face was beet red, and she squirmed uneasily in my arms. I looked down at the delicate little thing in my arms, inhaling the scent of her hair, and remembered last night’s wild antics in the dorm. One hand slid down her lower back, settling on her surprisingly firm rear. “Uh…” Riley let out an involuntary whimper, her breathing visibly quickening, her body trembling slightly, completely melting against me. If I hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed onto the floor. Could a girl be this sensitive? I felt a rush, a daring impulse to deepen the moment, but the loud footsteps outside snapped me back to reality.