No one was misbehaving. Only one resident was out in the halls, a scrawny little geek who looked shocked to see her. She just winked at him with the one eye that wasn’t covered over in cum. He watched her until she reached the door and stepped out into the night air.
Emily raised her walkie talkie. “Rounds complete.”
Chapter Three
DJ didn’t go to class the rest of the week. It hadn’t even been his idea, really, but it hadn’t been hard to be talked out of it. It began with a surprise visit from Ashley, who crept into his room when he was sleeping and woke him with a long, slow blowjob. For a long time he’d thought it was a dream, and a wonderful one; he fought to resist waking up. In the dream version, a rotation of faces appeared on the one gracing his crotch. First Brittney, then Jody, then Sydney, then Emily, Brittney again, Ashley, Morgan, Lauren, Dr. Missy, Rachael, Ashley again, Brittney again…
He awoke just before he came as the sight of a naked Ashley Vandoren on her hands and knees sucking him off immediately sent him over the edge. She slurped up every ounce of his load, then pounced onto his torso, her huge knocks squashing down against his chest. “Good morning, asshole,” she said with a sultry smile, teasing at his skin with her fingers.
“Um, hi Ashley.” He tried to kick-start his memory. “Did I tell you to come in here this morning?”
“Tell me? Hell no.” DJ enjoyed a strange moment of realizing how out of place her tone was, how strange it was to hear a women laugh off the idea of his telling her what to do. It made him feel normal—but didn’t deprive him of his comfort in knowing he still could tell her what to do.
“So, uh, what’re you doing here?”
She slapped his chest. “Ungrateful much? Man, maybe you really are an asshole. I just wanted to come be a good little alarm clock. I missed that big ol’ cock of yours.”
He kissed her, and the two enjoyed a long, thorough makeout session. This too was a little strange. He hadn’t done much kissing with most of the girls he’d been fucking lately, hadn’t done much groping that hadn’t almost immediately lead into getting his dick sucked or fucked. It was nice, and he was glad for some practice at it.
Then his actual alarm went off, and after a few times hitting the snooze bar—he’d set it to allow himself time to shower with Jillian from down the hall, but there was no need now—he finally had to beg off. “I gotta get to class, Ashley.”
She silenced him with a mouthful of her tongue. “What? Fuck your classes. Let’s play.”
“I’m gonna lose points if I don’t go. My profs have strict attendance policies.”
She laughed into his neck as she kissed along its length. “So what? Tell them they’re giving you an A and they’ll do it.”
Well that was a fair point. It felt a little wrong, but then, he’d done just that in Dr. Missy’s class. After he fucked her. In front of the whole class. And made her beg him to let her cum. Also, Ashley was a hot chick who wanted him to sit around and make out with her, play with his cock, have him play with those tits of hers. With an offer like that on the table, and with no enforceable consequences…
They finally took a break for lunch. He hadn’t cum again yet, but he hadn’t wanted to—he got off plenty, and right now it was more enjoyable just to mess around. It was amazing how different it was being with a girl who wanted it like Ashley did. Not that all the other girls had been unwilling—some of them had been very willing indeed—but none of them had initiated it. None of them had wanted to just be with him. Maybe Brittney. Maybe even Emily… he hadn’t thought she’d much enjoyed their first encounter, but damn, last night with her, she’d been a fire cracker.
Going to lunch naked had been Ashley’s idea. He didn’t much care for public nudity; fall was finally here, and cold weather didn’t mesh well with no pants where he was concerned. Then she told him never mind, she wanted to suck his cock instead. The girl left him no choice, and this time, she did it from the side. “So you can keep playing with my titties, you horndog,” she teased, then took him into her throat on the first down stroke.
He came again; she swallowed again. “I’m still hungry, I think… how about you?”
DJ caught his breath before replying that he was.
“And you’re sure we can’t go as a cute naked couple? It’d be so fucking hot, right?” She smiled sweetly. “Sweet” wasn’t a word he normally associated with her, but here it was in front of him. DJ still didn’t want to, but she’d been so good to him he felt selfish denying her such a small request. He slid on his sandals, just for comfort’s sake, and they set out, driving to a fast food chain she suggested on the far side of town. (She preferred her public attention primarily from strangers, not her peers, she said.)
It was like it had been with Brittney’s blowjob the other day in the cafeteria; everyone noticed, but everyone felt rude staring. Ashley, ever the consummate exhibitionist, was plainly overwhelmed by living out her fantasy, and kissed, groped, and sucked at him every chance she could. She cut with him to the front of the line; a heavyset girl glared as Ashley’s bare ass hopped up on the counter.
“Eyes to yourself, fatty!” Ashley taunted, then planted one of her bare feet on the girl’s pudgy face and shoved hard, knocking her down. DJ turned to make sure she was OK, but Ashley took his hand and pulled him up against her, grinding her dripping pussy against his cock. It muted his resistance. (Someone else helped the girl up; she was fine, aside from her wounded pride.)
She fed him his lunch by hand, seated on his lap; hers she ate between servicing him. Then she bent over the table and had him fuck her from behind. His cock was too tired to even get off, but she had at least three or four screaming orgasms, thrashing and throwing their food waste and dishes at random as she bucked her wide hips to meet his thrusts.
She convinced him to leave without paying; he avoided the eyes of their sullen waitress as she pulled him out to the car. Ashley put her face in his lap and sucked him off some more on the drive home. “Oh, that’s sweet of you, but honestly, I’m spent.”
Ashley’s lips left his cock with a loud wet suctiony sound. “Well maybe I just like doing it,” she said. “Is it OK with you if I suck you off, just for my own sake?” Again, that sweet smile. Again, he gave in.
They went back to her room this time, at his suggestion. They curled up in bed, still naked—leaving DJ feeling a little vulnerable, not even having clothes in the room—but she just fired up her TV and they just Netflix-and-chilled through the day, her steady stream of affectionate caresses mostly sufficient to quell his anxiety at the classes he was ditching.
When he said something about it, she sucked him off again. He stopped complaining.
Ashley had a roommate, Janet, an austerely pretty young woman from the looks of the pictures of her stuck all over her desk nook, the sort of girl who looked like she’d be scandalized to be caught on camera with her curls out of place. She came in that evening and immediately turned beat red at the sight of her roommate shoving one of her nipples into a guy’s mouth.
“Aw, stick around, Jan—don’t you wanna meet my friend DJ?”
She evidently didn’t, because she about-faced in the doorway and made to leave. “Ashley, you can be so fucking gross, I swear.”
Ashley gave DJ a pleading look; he took the cue and grabbed Janet by the thigh. She ceased her effort to leave mid-stride, giving him an exasperated look.
Ashley rolled off of DJ. “Well, it’s been a good while… you up for another blowjob, asshole?” She grinned.