That night, I exploited my roommate's absence by catching up
on my homework. I was engrossed when Anne appeared at my door. As
usual, she wandered in without being asked. I feigned weak
disapproval. I never quite forgave her for that prank she pulled
my first week there. But this was easy to overlook at the moment,
since she was dressed in a mint green cotton dorm shirt and
panties. But then she sat right on my bed and started looking
through my pile of class notes. I kept sneaking looks at her,
pretending to be worried about my notes, but I was more
interested in how her sweet breasts showed through the soft
cotton of her dorm shirt. The worn nightshirt had a round
neckline and little capped sleeves. The breathtakingly short
hemline barely covered her bottom, and there was something
undeniably sexy about the way the dainty but threadbare fabric
clung to her curves.

    She caught me looking, but I covered by telling her not to
mess up my piles of papers. She answered by whipping one of my
pillows at me. I threatened, 'Do that again and I'll put you over
my knee!' so she threw another one.

    I went over to the bed and and we wrestled, though I mostly
tried to get in plenty of body contact. Anne didn't mind, but
just giggled and fought back. At one point she was about to crawl
away, so I grabbed the waistband on her cream colored panties.
The subtle hue of her pubic hair was visible as a fascinating
contrast beneath the diaphonous fabric. 

    I was really surprised when she didn't stop but just wiggled
right out of them. I was left just holding the soft things when
she turned and attacked me. I was really turned on by this, so I
sort of let her have her way. In no time she was sitting
pantyless on my chest. 

    She pinned my arms to the bed and said, 'I gotcha now!'

    With Anne sitting on my chest, I let my eyes wander over her
breasts, hovering beneath their veil of soft cotton, not far from
my face, to the hem of her light mint green dorm shirt. I could
see soft curls of blonde hair below her hem, and feel them
tickling my chest. 

    Anne smiled down at me for a minute, then leaned down and
lightly kissed me, darting her tongue into my mouth. I clasped
the cheeks of her rear and pulled her forward until my face was
directly under her. Instinctively Anne lowered her pussy onto my
outstretched tongue and then wiggled back and forth over my
mouth, nose, and chin. 

    I moved my tongue back and forth from her clitoris to the
sweet insides of her pussy as she moved convulsively over him.
Soon she was shuddering with orgasm as I lapped up the flow of
savory juices.

    Then she knelt between my legs, propping her arms on my
thighs as if they were armrests. Then Anne attacked my rampant
cock as I watched. Her eyes were closed, and her blonde hair fell
loosely around her cheeks as she ran my cock in and out of her
mouth. Soon my hips were twitching involuntarily with excitement.
Anne stopped deep-throating me and instead concentrated on 
bathing my tender underside with her lips and tongue.

    Soon my nerves were singing. Minnows of delight darted up my
spine, tingled my neck. And finally the momentous cataclysm
began, the peaks of my feelings, stored up for this moment, and
finally rising like some mighty geyser bursting from the bowels
of the earth. I let out an unalloyed bellow and exploded.