Chapter 93 Vignette 85
The dorm was too quiet for her to sleep. Rows of bunks lined the walls, shadows stretched long in the moonlight. Every creak of the old wooden frame made her freeze, listening to the heavy breathing of a dozen boys and girls all packed into the same room.
She rolled onto her side, trying not to think about how strange it felt to share a space like this. No curtains. No privacy. Just thin blankets and the hope that everyone else was too tired to notice her restless tossing.
But then she felt it. A movement. Not hers. The mattress shifted, the blanket tugged, and a warm weight pressed close behind her.
Her breath caught.
She didn't move, just stayed still to listen. To observe.
She didn't remember who laid beside her today, before the lights went out. Although the cologne was familiar, she couldn't place a hand on who laid beside her, making surreptitious movement.
She felt his breath against her hair.
“Who is there?" She asked softly, not wanting to draw attention.
“Shh,” came the whisper, barely audible.
Her body went rigid. Whoever it was, they were in the wrong bed. Or maybe… maybe not by accident.
She darted a glance across the dark room. No one stirred.
“What are you doing? You're too close," she whispered. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention.
She felt his hand graze her ass. Then a tight squeeze. Her throat closed. He squeezed tighter.
“Please, stop," Her voice wasn't louder than a breath.
He dragged his hand down her thighs, hovering near her pussy, as though testing how far silence could stretch in a room full of sleepers.
She felt the thrill move up her thighs to her stomach. She moaned to herself but he heard it.
He shifted his hand upward and touched her pussy.
She moaned.
She felt him shift away, then the clinking of light metal hitting each other.
Her heart beat faster, she realized he was loosening his belt.
Air hung in her throat, “What are you doing?”
No answer.
Just the soft sound of the frame creaking under his movement.
Then she felt his hand on her thighs again, lifting her skirt. She had worn nothing underneath to receive air.
Her pussy was wetter than when he touched it the first time. He licked his hand and rubbed the wet finger on her pussy.
What she felt next? His cock. Slim tip.
He held it in his hand, shifted closer and searched for her pussy in the dark with the tip.
She gasped, “Please,” her heart was hammering. “Someone will hear…”
He found her pussy and pushed his cock inside it.
She gasped, moaning silently.
He didn't say anything. Just continued pushing his dick in and out, fucking her.
He was so slim and long. And somehow, his cock sliding inside her pussy released the tension she didn't realize she had been holding.
She clenched her lips together to stop her moans from becoming too loud and attracting attention.
But the wooden frame didn't stay silent as he fucked her.
Her moans were beginning to stretch past the gate of her lips. So she cupped her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle it.
He held her ass up as his dick fucked her slow, the silence of the dorm adding to the sweetness of the secret fuck.
But soon, he felt his cum about to erupt. He pulled out and stroked until they spilled out, his cum trailing down his cock in the dark.
She heard him gasp, and then he moved backward on the bed.
He said nothing, just stayed silent like nothing ever happened.