Standing in front of the mirror, I had just lifted my razor
when I caught sight of Amy out of the corner of my eye. She
wasn't dressed yet, and was only wearing her mint green cotton
dorm shirt and tap panties. I sighed inwardly. We were going to
be late. She couldn't go dressed in her dorm shirt, no matter how
pretty she looked. 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.I
just finished rinsing shaving cream off my face when Amy
materialized behind me and yelled, 'Gotcha!' as she jabbed the
ticklishly bare skin of my torso. 

    I went over to the bed and and we wrestled, though I mostly
tried to get in plenty of body contact. Amy 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 pale blue panties. The
waistband of her tap panties was stretchy lace, with matching
trim along the sides and the wide leg openings. 

    I was really surprised when she didn't stop but just wiggled
right out of them. I was left just holding the silky 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 Amy 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 black hair below her hem, and feel them
tickling my chest. 

    Amy 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 Amy lowered her pussy onto my
outstretched tongue and then wiggled back and forth over my
mouth, nose, and chin. 

    She squirmed around, enveloping my rod, wriggling in the most
complex, obscenely imaginable ways. Finally, there was a shout of
lusty joy from Amy as her rockets ignited and she went off into
orbit. She was shaking with glee, whispering the most delicious
ecstacies in my ear whenever she'd remove her tongue for a
moment. I kept riding her, slowing a bit. Finally, Amy pushed
gently at my chest. When I rolled sideways, she moaned, and the
most beatific smile lit up her face.

    I rolled her onto her belly and kissed her buttocks. I kissed
her back, from spine to shoulders, and when I reached the hair at
her neck, Amy twisted around under me and bit my lower lip. She
gazed at me, smiled, and laughed in her throat. She wrapped me
tightly in her arms and legs and wrestled me onto my back. She
kissed my chin and neck. She kissed my chest and stomach. She
kissed my penis and balls. I felt her tongue and her teeth. And
then I was inside her mouth, way in. The ache was so bad,
growing, spreading. I throbbed. I bounced on the bed and writhed.
I groaned.

    When I could stand it no longer, I squirted gobs of come all
over her lips and mouth. She just smiled, and continued to run
her mouth up and down my shaft, drawing out more and more come as
I moaned with pleasure. Bits of come, warm and silky, dribbled
down her chin as she greedily devoured every drop. My loins
quivered with the relentlessly piercing sensations while Amy
licked me clean.