Sam swallowed. Charlie just stood there, staring into his eyes without blinking, sticking out her chest so that her breasts just barely made contact with his chest. He tried to back further against the wall, but if he backed up any more he would be inside the wall. He was effectively cornered and knew that if he was to get out of this situation, he was going to have to go through her, and in doing so, feel the fullness of her large breasts pressed up against his chest. And if that happened, he didn't know that he could turn down her advances.
"No, I'm- I'm good, actually," he answered. "Thanks." He squeezed by her, his dick involuntarily twitching as he smooshed her breasts against his chest. He walked quickly to his room, careful not to look back.
Once he was safely locked in his room, Sam turned on his computer to look for redhead porn. Once he found a decent nude of a thin carrot-topped redhead, he would beat off as ferociously as he could. However, as soon as he found a nice gallery of a teen with orange-red hair, the other redhead--his actual masturbatory muse--knocked at his door.
Even with no peephole in his door, he knew it could be no one else. He froze not knowing what to do. It was obvious that Charlie wanted to fuck him. Under different circumstances he would have let her. But he had a girlfriend and, while Leila didn't mind his jerking off, she would definitely have a problem if he fucked one of his dormmates while she was away visiting home for the weekend. Different area codes notwithstanding, his dick was going nowhere near Charlie. Charlie kept knocking. He zipped himself back up, minimized the windows of porn on his computer and opened the door.
"You ran off kinda quick there," she said, walking in his room and forcing him back.
"Yeah, I got some homework and stuff to get to..." he began.
"Really?" she asked doubtfully. "Homework?" Sam saw her looking at his computer screen. He noticed the minimized task bar button said "Naked Redheads". He stuttered, attempting to come up with a believable excuse.
"I didn't know you had a thing for redheads," Charlie whispered, closing the gap between them. Her aggression put him on the spot. He knew he had to stop this now.
"Charlie," he told her, "I've already got-"
"I know, I know." She looked down, and then looked pleadingly into his eyes, biting her cherry lips. "But what she doesn't know won't hurt her." Sam was too shocked to speak. He looked at Charlie in fear, looked at his open door, then back at Charlie.
She knew that he wanted her. She saw him looking at the door and closed it, giving them the privacy to do what was inevitably going to happen. But when she leaned in to kiss him, he held his hand out.
"I can't. I can't cheat." She frowned, backing off. She looked like he had just killed her puppy. He continued, "I mean, I want to, oh God, I want to... but I have a good thing going with Leila and as stunningly beautiful as you are, I can't ruin a good thing. I mean, I met her first. If things were different... well, anyway, things aren't... I mean... well... I just can't."
She waited until he finished speaking to lean in and kiss him and, in spite of himself, he kissed her back. She graced the bulge in his pants with her fingers and even this light touch made him twitch again. They separated, both of them breathing heavily, their foreheads touching as she looked at him and he looked down.
"I just want to see it," she whispered. "I want to see... I want to see you jack off. That's not cheating right?" He said nothing, growing harder by the second at her unexpected and unnatural lust for him. "Jack off for me. That's okay, right?" Sam nodded. It wasn't cheating. It was just like any other time he was jacking off, except this time the girl of whom he was fantasizing about was in the room.
He unzipped his zipper slowly. She got on her knees and put her face close. "No touching!" he suddenly yelled. "Don't... touch it."
She lifted her open hands in the air to show that her hands were safely away from his zipper. "No touching," she repeated, acknowledging the rule.
Sam continued pulling out his dick without much ado at all. Then came the difficult part. His anxiety actually caused him to soften a little bit. He stroked himself very slowly. She watched, wide-eyed, her eyes flicking up to his face every now and then to see if he was enjoying himself. Sensing his hesitation, she took off her top.
"What are you-"
"I'm just taking off some of my clothes. And you're just jacking off to a half-naked girl," she reasoned, removing her bra. "No different from looking at naked girls on the computer, or a magazine." Her logic--and buoyant round titties--worked. He began to move his hand faster across his dick. Her nipples were magnificent: not too big, not too small. He wished he could suck them.
Charlie sat there, looking up at him, her hands patiently on the floor, her breasts comfortably enjoying the warm dorm air. She began to feel aroused and remembered that there was no rule against touching herself. She pinched her own nipples and gasped, inspiring him to move faster and grip harder.
"Oh yeah, jack off for me, Sam." He couldn't tell if she was really turned on or not, but it was working. He pictured her pretty lips framing the circumference of his dick. "Oh, I wish I could suck it..." Her words were so perfect it was unreal. Surely, she didn't really want to suck his dick. It couldn't turn her on to suck a dick, could it? "You have such a nice dick..." His eyebrows furrowed and he moaned. It wouldn't be long now.
"Cum on my face," she told him, bringing her face closer to his dick.
"What?" he said, unable to believe what he had just heard. The head hovered right over her face.
"Try to get it my mouth. You don't have to touch me." She actually wanted it in...?
"Fuuuck!" Sam couldn't stop himself from cumming right then and there. He attempted to shoot in her mouth, as she claimed to want, and although he failed for the most part, a few spurts of cum landed in her mouth. The rest fell on her face, shoulder, clothes, and on the floor. "Oh fuck, oh shit." Sam caught his breath and saw his cum all over her and a few puddles on the floor. She licked the cum that landed on her lips, smiling and savoring the taste.
Sam hadn't expected this. When he had accidentally shot too soon with Leila and some landed on her blouse, she had given him the third degree. Charlie, contrary to everything he thought he understood about women, appeared to enjoy swallowing his cum.
Sam put his dick back in his pants, paying no attention to the cum still leaking out. He knew he had to redress before he fucked her right then and there. She put her top back on, stuffed her bra into her pocket, stood up and kissed Sam on the cheek.
"Thanks, Sam," she said, and turned around to leave.
"Wait." He put his hand on her shoulder. "You still got a little... on your..." He motioned to her cheek, which still had a cum deposit on it. Without looking away from his eyes, she trailed the cum into her mouth with her finger. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," gasped Sam.
"Thanks," she said again.
Before she could turn around, Sam leaned in and kissed her hard. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close, right before he slid his right hand down the front of her pants. She moaned when his trembling fingers found the lips of her pussy.
She smiled. Finally. She was going to ride his dick until they both died of exhaustion.
He let out of a sigh of bliss. It was about time he broke up with Leila anyway.