Chapter Two
They put the young couple up in an old brick dormitory with ivy growing up the sides. The entire campus had the air of old money about it, careful elegance showing in the landscaping, the ancient trees, the architecture of the buildings.
“We’re a girl’s school, so we don’t have a special men’s dorm. We’ll call this a coed dorm for right now,” Kelly said. “and I guess we’ll trust you two to behave.” She smiled knowingly as the two teenagers looked at each other. Bobby’s cock was still half hard; the beautiful girls in their springtime clothes walking through the campus had stimulated him further, and the effects of the marijuana hadn’t yet worn off.
“Tabitha —she’s the sorority president —will want to see you soon; she’s at the Tau Zeta house right now,” she told Sharon. “Unpack and get comfortable and one of us will be up to get you in about twenty minutes. Woody, you can join us for lunch in the cafeteria.”
As soon as Kelly left, Sharon and Bobby were in each other’s arms. Bobby was more than desperate after the series of teases combined with a week’s frustration at the cheerleading contest in Orlando; Sharon had gotten turned on from teasing Bobby on the train and from tickle-teaming him in the Cadillac. It was very sexy to watch him squirm with desire; she liked the feeling. Right now the feel of his iron-hard pole pressing against her mound under her thin dress sent a thrill of lust and power through her young body. She ground her hips against him as his tongue invaded her mouth. His hands slipped up over her midriff T-shirt, cupping her entire breasts in his firm grip. Her nipples were already hard; her pussy wet. She moaned into his mouth with desire.
In between deep kisses, Bobby kissed her nape, her neck, her ears. “I’ve got to have you right now,” he panted with earnest desperation.
She nearly agreed with him, but caution prevailed. “I need you, too,” she moaned, “but we’ve only got a few minutes and I have to change. Tonight —tonight I promise!”
“No...now!” he panted. His hands pushed up her top, fumbled for the zipper clasp of her short skirt, slid up her bare leg.
Firmly she pushed at his chest. “We can’t. We really can’t. Not here. Not until tonight.”
He grabbed her hand and pushed it against his erection, straining through his shorts so hard it threatened the material. “Feel that! I’ve already got balls so blue they’re about to burst! Please...please...it doesn’t have to be elaborate. Just a little quickie. Here —let me lick you first and then you can suck me off. Believe me, it won’t take long.”
His desperate persuasiveness made her laugh. “Okay,” she smiled. “A quickie. And you do me first. Deal?”
“Deal!” he said enthusiastically, and within seconds Sharon found her skirt puddling around her ankles and her panties sliding down her legs. Kissing her madly, Bob
