Consciousness came with a face full of bushy brown hair, black in the reflected moonlight. Cold crept off the white painted stone pressed against my back even as I wrapped a pleasant furnace in my arms. The mattress creaked beneath me as I shifted so the fuzzy blanket fell more fully around me. In reaction she stirred, rubbing pleasantly against me as I came fully awake.
My right arm was tucked beneath her and under her breasts, holding her to me, while my left lay lazily across he stomach. As I nuzzled into her hair, lips pushing towards a hidden neck my left hand wandered. Moving down with my thoughts to the garden it felt like I'd just vacated. Sliding over the soft fabric of my t shirt that was so long and baggy on her. Finding the supple flesh of her knee and slowly drawing back up as my first kiss pressed into the nap of her neck. She giggled sleepily as my nails drew a long her thigh. Her squirming took on a more purposeful grinding as I reached the thin fabric of her panties. My fingers pushed between her thighs, brushing and tracing her as my right hand took up the task of working up the shirt. Slipping awkwardly underneath as I grabbed one of her bountiful tits. Pawing and grabbing with hunger at odd with the gentle teasing caresses along her lips. Her hips began to rock, grinding her ass back into me as she often soft sleepy moans. Rolling back I gave her more room and she followed, eagerly exposing herself to my touch. My teeth grazed the side of her neck, nibbling and tasting as I kissed up her chin my fingers pushing into her folds through already damp fabric. I reached her ear and froze.
In the pale washed light of a dull moon I saw we were no longer alone. In a not unheard of move the two girls sharing this dorm room had pushed their beds together to maximize floorspace and provide a luxuriously spacey bed. A few hours ago I had whole heartedly approved of this, now as I starred at the roommate's back and listened to her soft snoring I felt it was the worst thing in the world. Particularly as the girl ground her ass against my groin to restart stalled fingers.
"She's back." I whispered before my hands resumed their work largely on the orders of another traitorous head.
I felt my playmate bite her lip, could feel the desire slipping across my fingers fighting her modesty. Even still I was not expecting the husky whisper, "As long as we don't wake her up."
Grinning from ear to ear I pushed the blanket off and climbed over her. Kissing her to stop any noise as I pushed her down onto the bed beneath me. I found the hem of my borrowed shirt and pulled it up and off. I spun it, twisting it it into one long string of cloth before tying it tightly around one wrist. Looping the cord around the head board I pulled her other wrist up and tied it off as well. Her back arched as she tugged lightly at her impromptu binding, puffing out her impressive chest and inviting my fingers to find her nipples as I drank in the sight beneath me.
Naked and glowing in the wan moonlight with a fan of dark hair beneath her she was beautiful. Worry and excitement chased themselves across her face until I began to twist and roll her nipples and then there was desire and the guilty pleasure of doing what you should not. She flushed with excitement that seemed to make the lingering marks of my touch burn in the moonlight.
Freeing my cock I pulled her panties aside. Driving my length along her slide and grazing over her clit. Sharp stubble scratched pleasantly at me before plunged back into heated velvet. With a grin I shushed her first real moan.
It was then in that pause as put on the condom she looked over at her sleeping roommate. Concern began to creep back into her. She jumped as I whispered suddenly in her ear.
"Ready?"
"Yes." She said and my hand took her by the neck and forced her to look at me. See only me.
Even as I sat back. Lifting her up and thrusting myself in. Rocking my hips as I silently fucked her. Only the soft squeaking of the mattress as I moved. We both bit our lips, stifled the noises we'd shared earlier. I could only feel her. Soft and warm, but constricting in hard deliberate spasms. The only control she could take and in having the rest taken from her she delighted in it.
I felt her spasm around my cock as I asked, "And how would she felt if she woke up and found me using you like a sex toy?"
Squirming as much as she could in my grip she whispered back, "You're an evil man."
I leaned over her. By mutual consent we both needed more. I needed more leverage. More force. It seemed the noise of my hammering heart would wake the dead. The racing tattoo of her pulse could summon an army. Both easily covering the beds protest as I jackhammered down into her.
Covering her mouth with mine as our bodies were reduced to spasming wrecks I smothered a groan. There was nothing I could do to covering my panting or hers as we lay literally joined at the hip.
Eventually I heard her ask, "Is she still asleep?"
"Why, want to go again?"