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--- H O O K I N G - U P ---
Chapter 2: My First Scrumper, and her Roommate!
I met my first scrumper while I was doing the laundry. I was a
junior,
and we were in the beginning of the fall semester, actually during
freshman
orientation. I was there as an orientation counselor of sorts. I
wasn't
formally, but I was associated with one of the student organizations
that
wanted to be there and involved. One of the benefits was that I could
move
into my dorm room before the other returning students.
I had spent a good deal of the summer (while working in the area)
designing and building a custom loft for my single dorm room (TINY,
only
about 8x10 with an alcove & a closet. It was amazing, and it split the
room
up literally into two stories, albeit VERY LOW CEILINGED, complete with
a
section with no deck where the staircase (not ladder, a real but steep
staircase) rose up. My mattress was on top and my livingroom/
entertainment center was below. Although you might say my
entertainment
center moved... upstairs... when the need arose. I had carpeting
everywhere, and the loft was immobile, way overdesigned, and sturdy.
There
was NO flex in the upstairs deck. I could have put a waterbed on the
top.
Anyway, I had a huge stereo, a couch, a bed, a desk, and just about
everything a college student could want (except a car). It was an
amazing
room.
As if I didn't already know this, every new and returning student
who
passed my door spent at least ten minutes dumbstruck either inside my
room
or standing at the room's edge looking in, no doubt jealous. I had
conceived of this tiny space as being the ultimate dorm home, and it
was.
Some of my friends referred to this later as a fuck-shack. Originally
this
was not the intention (seriously!). But I didn't mind. Later on, it
became
clear to me that that was one of the fringe benefits. Most people put
together their own little variation of the dorm routine. I had a home.
Anyhow, one afternoon during this frosh orientation, I was doing
laundry.
And I had just put some clothes into the dryer and left the room when I
saw
this pert strawberry blonde headed there with a basket full of clothes.
She
smiled; I smiled back; I had no idea who she was, but she had really
large
breasts, and I was glad I had sunglasses on to hide the fact that I was
staring. By themselves they were large, but because she was about my
height
and also well built (trim, but not petite) they didn't seem too big.
In
fact, they probably looked very proportionate, now that I think about
it.
In any case, I just mumbled something about freeing up the washers, and
that
I would be back a little later; I had to go get a haircut and might be
a
little late in removing my clothes. She had to be a freshman.
That was all that happened until I got back. I dropped my wallet
off in
my room and went to pick up my clothes in the dryers, when I noticed
all of
my clothes *VERY* neatly folded on top of the dryer. I had never seen
this
before! Never! Well, obviously, I was impressed, so when I brought
the
clothes back to my room, I wrote a note saying "To whomever folded my
laundry: Thank you! I've never seen that before! If you feel like
it, you
can come on by my room (and I put the room number) for a beer or soda.
If
not, thanks again!" and I went and taped the note back to the dryer
top.
I had almost forgotten the whole event when about an hour later,
this
girl showed up in my doorway (I always left the door open when I wasn't
doing anything private-- friendlier that way I guess)! With a BIG
grin! I
invited her in and found out her name was Kati and that she figured it
was
just the expected courtesy to fold clothes so they don't wrinkle and I
said
no one had ever done that for me and thanked her, while I handed her
beer.
I jokingly asked if she was 18, and she said just barely (offering
alcohol
to minors if you were an upperclassmen was both frowned upon SERIOUSLY
and
ironically overlooked. Freshman were going to find a way to do as they
pleased anyhow.
So Kati accepted a beer, and we started talking. She thought my
room was
amazing, and I thought she had great tits, considering the way they
were
pushing out her t-shirt. Anyhow, nothing happened that afternoon, but
what
I didn't know (until later) was that when she left, she ran to her room
to
tell her roommate that she had met this JUNIOR with the most fantastic
room.
She called me up to see if I was still planning on renting a movie with
my
friend Marc, and if so could she come, and bring along her roommate. I
agreed, and after calling Marc, managed to convince him to spend some
time
frosh-trim hunting. This was *orientation*, after all.
Marc and I both know this guy from the previous Summer who described
his
orientation weeks as an upperclassman: If you don't get laid the first
night, you might as well stop trying. I thought this was pretty
sexist;
although I wanted sex as much as the next guy; I (Don't think I'm a
wimp;
I'm just too educated to treat women like dirt) just didn't think it
was
worth fucking someone over after fucking them. I mean, if the girl is
interested in just FUCKING for the hell of it, GREAT. But I think date
rape
is despicable. Anyhow, enough of my rambling.
That night Marc got the movies and came over to my room (he had a
bigger
apartment off campus) but he always felt out of touch with the college
scene
and the social life on campus. So he came over, and shortly after, we
heard
a knock on the door. I knew it was Kati, and opened the door. BIG
surprise! I recognized the face behind her! And that BODY! Kati
introduced her roommate Christine to both of us. NICE TO MEET YOU....
...The Flashback...
I knew Christine not by name, but visually from something of a
distance. On
the first day of orientation, all the frosh and the counselors were
supposed
to go to a big beach party held by the alumni council at this nearby
strip
of deserted (usually) beach. The day was filled mostly with swimming,
tanning, volleyball and FOOD. Paradise for a little while. Well,
Christine
was there I suppose with her roommate Kati; I DIDN'T NOTICE because
Christine was so hot. Christine blew away anyone within 10 yards of
her.
BLAM! What a body! She was petite, but she still looked like she had
these
amazing long tan legs. And they ended in the most fantastic, strong
and
perfect bubble butt. Phew. She had small but beautifully rounded
breasts
that stopped in these little dark pencil eraser nipples (VERY visible).
And
her face... she had the sexiest little eyes and pouting lips MADE for
giving head. WOW. WOW. I was so busy staring at her through my
glasses
that one of the counselors I had been seeing during the end of the
Summer
(through around that time) started to think I wasn't paying any
attention to
her. We were sitting on the beach, and Christine was wading thigh deep
along with several girls. Hannah (the other counselor) leaned over at
me
and whispered into my ear... "Let's swim out a ways and fuck. I need
your
cock inside me...." I got hard immediately.
Hannah liked to talk dirty, but she always giggled afterwards as if she
felt
a little embarrassed about it. So we rolled into the water playfully
(I
wasn't about to get up and walk in... sporting a tent pole) and began
to
swim out for a bit. When we reached a safe distance (so that no one
could
see under water, but still in front of EVERYONE), she pulled my trunks
down
and grabbed my cock and squeezed really hard, causing me to gasp. She
quickly pulled her bikini bottom out of the way(side) and engulfed me.
We
kissed for a while and just floated like that. It was perfect. It
felt
soooo good; Hannah had a really tight snatch, but she also knew how to
squeeze her pussy really well. And she liked to fuck. But I didn't
really
have a lot in common with her. So things were just starting to heat
up...
Hannah started to pick up the pace...
And then I noticed her [Christine] staring at us. We were close enough
that
I could see the faraway expression in her eyes; I was looking at the
shore
and Hannah was facing towards me away at the water. Christine's mouth
was
just open just a little bit and I could tell she was certain of what we
were
doing. No one else seemed to notice us. I couldn't believe it...
here,
Hannah was moving up and down on my cock, squeezing the cum right out
of me,
and Christine was standing at the shore thinking who knows what. I
stared
away at first, trying to be nonchalant about it, but Hannah started
getting
more and more frenzied about her motions. She wasn't moving up and
down a
lot, but she was squeezing my cock really hard and gyrating her hips in
towards me and forcing me in deep, and she was doing this little motion
faster and faster. I watched as Christine sat down and started wading
in
the shallow water, and I was amazed at what I saw! She moved one of
her
hands down where no one could see it, and she stared right at me as she
stared to frig herself! I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her
instead
of Hannah!
I felt it building up from deep inside my balls and I whispered to
Hannah,
"I'm... coming.. yeah... fuck me harder! That's it..." and she
started to
speed it up. We weren't making a lot of fuss in the water, but as I
started
to go over the brink, this 18 year old goddess in the water maybe 15-20
yards from us stared right into my eyes while her arm moved about under
the
water, and mouthed the words... "come for me."
That did it! I went right over the edge and headfirst into the abyss!
I
imagined it was that water nymphette's pussy I was spurting my come
into
really hard; it was her cooing in my ear, and it was her squeezing the
fuck
out of me. And then, it was her who reached down as I was coming and
gently
squeezed and scratched my balls. I love that...
Well, Hannah did know how to fuck the shit out of me... but I knew
from
that afternoon on that I needed to find another fuck-buddy (another
term
from this fantastic educational institution).
The girl on the shore watched as we separated and drifted off to
relax... I
kept looking over at her, and once mouthed back to her "thank you..."
which
got a smile. But that was it, or so I thought.
Hannah and I didn't feel the need to speak to each other any more that
day,
which was fine with me. It was time to move back on the prowl...
--------
So I said, "well, Christine, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Kati said "Do you two know each other? Damn! I thought I met you
first!"
Christine responded, "no, we just saw each other and smiled once. This
is
the first real meeting!" She smiled and turned, "Damn you have such a
cool
room! Wow!"
I wondered if Marc was feeling left out, but he knew he had a cool
apt., and
that he was going to have to put up with this as a price to stay in
touch
with the college scene. So it was understood, unsaid. Kati turned to
Christine and said, "didn't I tell you! This is so well laid out!
[nice
choice of words..] I told you, didn't I?" and Christine just nodded
and
smiled.
I invited them both in and Marc sat down on the couch under the loft.
The
lower space had a ceiling of 5 feet, so you really had to crouch to get
under there, which you HAD to do to reach the staircase, but you could
stand
fully on the staircase except when you got to the top. That had 4 feet
clearance, so you had to kneel or crawl around (on the mattress...).
Even
though it sounds tight, it worked really well.
I had already given a tour to Kati (all went above-board, nothing
happened),
but Christine asked if she could check out the whole room, and when I
said
yes, she started hopping up the stairs really fast to get a picture of
upstairs. I went on up and stood on the staircase. That left Marc and
Kati
to say hello and meet (which they did), and because of the layout, they
couldn't see upstairs to my expressions or Christine, who was moving
around
the top floor (mostly bed) and checking out the shelves behind (and the
mirror at the head of the bed-- tacky, but effective) and the GREAT
view out
the bay window to the water not 30 feet away. I asked her "so how do
you
like it?" She looked at me; her eyes got narrow and she licked her
lips
suggestively...
This girl was incredible! First of all, although my ROOM was great,
and I
got my share of good sex & friends, I didn't think I was all that great
looking. But here was this shameless gorgeous vixen writhing on my
bed,
Kati and Marc talking downstairs, and before I had a chance to wink and
say
let's go watch the movie, she moved back towards the pillows, faced me,
leaned back and reached down, spreading her legs.... and she just
started
rubbing her crotch really hard... I just about died.
So I got my voice back and reminded her of the movie, and as she passed
me
on the staircase on her way down (it was really steep so I gave her a
hand),
she reached behind her in a way no one could see and stroked my
erection
powerfully. I almost choked, it felt so good.
But nothing was to happen with Christine that night. Kati had taken an
interest in me, and I liked her too, just not as much as Christine.
Christine didn't seem to be interested in Marc. I didn't know why, I
figured that if she was that unabashedly licentious, she'd want it from
anyone. But she acted indifferent as the movie wore on. But we were
watching Die Hard and some other movie I can't remember, and throughout
it
Kati moved closer & closer, and we ended up with her sitting on the
floor
between my legs, elbows draped over my thighs. The couch was low, it
was a
loveseat and it was a little crowded even with me, Christine and Marc
sitting on it. The room was small, and it made for close contact....
So after the movies ended, we all decided to go for a walk along the
catwalk
between the dining hall and the music center (it went by the water),
and
check out the moon and such. The air was warm and we were tired, but
it was
the perfect way to end the evening, unless I was going to get laid. I
think
women misunderstand men's sex drive as an inability to be romantic. If
I
think something's romantic, it's going to get me excited, and I'm
usually
going to want to get fucked silly afterwards. It's rare that I think
something's REALLY romantic, and then I don't feel sexually excited.
Anyway, Christine and Marc both felt like going home (separately), and
we
all said goodnight, except Kati and I. Christine looked a little
annoyed,
but kept it to herself (Kati HAD met me first, after all). And Kati
and I
walked back to my room.
Immediately inside she turned to me and hugged me, squeezing me close
to
her, and we started kissing lightly. She was obviously very tactile,
but
not uncontrolled or seethingly hot under the collar... oh well. I was
enjoying her company. I was starting to get an aching erection, and
did
nothing to hide it; on the contrary, I pressed it into her hip while we
stood, legs beginning to entwine. We sat down on the couch; well, ok
we
LAY down on the couch as best we could, and started some light petting.
I
had to feel that chest. I moved my right hand up her shirt and
outlined the
edges of her right breast, avoiding massaging the nipples for a bit
(make
her WANT it), and moved further up and started touching her neck. That
made
her moan a little. That first skin contact on the neck is soooo
sensitive.
But I returned and started pressing in and softly massaging her.
I think she blew a gasket. She started moaning louder and moving
closer,
and her hands started moving around in a flurry. She got bolder and
moved
her left hand down to my crotch, but too softly and too quickly before
moving away again. I was starting to get really frustrated now, but I
tried
to restrain myself. I had been touching Kati for almost four hours
since
seeing Christine stroke her pussy, and I really needed to come, any way
she
wanted, NOW. But I held back; I didn't want to scare her, I just
wanted to
encourage her. So I started getting more vocal and touching her with
more
enthusiasm, and I said (the first thing since coming back to the room),
"Kati, I'm really attracted to you, and I'm also really excited. I
hate
saying this, but so excited it hurts; we've been touching for so long
now,
I've really got to get some relief. I don't know how far you want to
go,
but if it's far, you don't have to worry about my getting disinterested
if
you make me come, I'll be hard for a LONG time, from the feel of this
one."
She laughed. Not at me, I could tell, I just don't think she expected
such
an honest sounding plea. She leaned over and kissed me harder, and
said "I
don't think I want to go all the way; we just met...."
And my heart sunk. But not my cock! She did, however, soften that
letdown
with her hand moving back to my crotch, and pressing really hard. MAN,
did
that feel good. "But I would like to help you out...." and she smiled
a
devilish grin. She got up then, and motioned for me to follow her
upstairs.
I didn't waste a second. I proceeded once up in the loft to lower the
blinds and turn on a red light bulb, which softened the mood a bit, and
I
lay down next to her, laying back against two pillows. She rolled over
on
her side, and started to unbuckle my belt.
She pulled my jeans completely off me, carefully freeing my tent pole,
pushing my underwear straight up, and she got this hazy look on her
face,
moving slowly up to touch me. She reached out and stroked my dick
lightly
through my underwear, and raised herself up, being careful of the
ceiling,
and settled down on my knee, so she could grind against my leg while
she
jerked my meat. I said "enough of this teasing..." in a hoarse voice
and
she quickly pulled off my underwear, gasping softly as she did so. My
penis
isn't really long, it's only about 6 or MAYBE 6 1/2 inches when ready
to
blow (!), but it's thick. It's about as thick as a medium sized thin
girl's
wrist. I could tell that she wanted it; she started to grind faster,
but
she didn't undress. She just reached out, and started playing with me
with
both hands. She wasn't super experienced, but what she was doing still
felt
great. And I was really close to coming. So she continued what she
was
doing and I told her, don't stop exactly what you're doing... just
squeeze
a little harder with that hand and lightly cup my balls..." And she
smiled.
And she did just that.
In spite of what I asked, and since I tend to tense up for a while
before I
cum, she noted this and started to speed up a little and that felt
REALLY
good... I was getting really close. She looked like she was enjoying
how
much pleasure she was clearly giving me, and reached her own free left
hand
down her open jeans and started moving it up and down really fast.
Suddenly, I don't think she meant to, but she started squeezing really
hard
and I felt that familiar and OH SO needed tightening in my balls, and I
started pumping my cum straight up into the air; I didn't even have
time to
warn her, and when she saw it, she dived down and closed her mouth over
the
whole head, and continued to pump me up and down.
I arched my head back and screamed "OHHHHHH FUCK!" really loudly as
the
waves rocked my body. she just sucked for all she was worth and
drained me,
a little bit leaking out of the side of her mouth, but when I was done,
she
wiped it up and swallowed it all. I didn't expect that. She sat up,
not
letting go, and smiled, saying she'd never done that before and that
she
wanted to. I didn't mind a bit and told her how good it felt. She
pulled
her hand out of her jeans and I reached out and licked her fingers
clean,
telling her how good she tasted. She got really embarrassed and made a
weird face, but I pulled her close and she settled down on top of me.
I asked her to take off some of her clothes and she agreed, without too
much
hemming and hawing. She slowly pulled off her top and unsnapped her
bra,
and out poured these *great* really good sized, firm breasts with
nipples a
little larger than I usually like, but *great* nonetheless.
For a little while I stroked and massaged and licked them, giving her a
lot
of attention in return, and she just wanted to kiss deeply for a while.
But
I hadn't lost my hard-on one bit, and it started to tingle a little
again,
feeling like it could use some more action...
Kati lay back on the bed, and pulled me on top of her, and I just
leaned in
and started kissing her. The action got hotter really quickly, and she
didn't seem to mind one bit as I started to grind our crotches
together; on
the contrary she started to grind back. The pressure was really
fantastic,
but her jeans were something of a hard and irritating surface to push
against.
I pulled back a bit, looked at her body, and said, "look, no pressure,
but
if we're going to keep this up, can we take these off? I want to feel
your
skin, not this canvas. Besides, it's a little irritating..." She
looked
puzzled for a second, but then helped me to slip them off.
Unfortunately,
her panties, although cute, weren't really exciting, but that made
little
difference. I didn't think she expected anyone to be seeing them. But
I
could tell she had this small dark bush peeking out a little from the
edges,
and I could see the swell of her lips and the damp spot all over the
lower
reaches of her panties. Man I wanted to fuck her. But for the time
being
she just pulled me down on top of her to resume where we left off.
This was *much* better... I got more excited almost immediately; I was
grinding my cock right up and down her clit, and my balls were slapping
against her lips. Her mouth hung open while we moved, and she looked
down
at my cockhead peeking up at her along her stomach, and then up at me
again
and kissed me hard, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat. We were
getting really heated, and she raised her legs halfway up, giving me
much
better leverage. My cock moved down, and the ridge along the underside
settled nicely along her lips, and I could feel them through her
panties
clutching at the bottom of my dick. I asked her if we could take her
underwear off, but she just shook her head and tried to silence me with
a
deep kiss.
So we were just going to Scrump. Man I heard about these girls. At
first I
got a little annoyed; I REALLY wanted to fuck the shit out of this
girl! I
wanted to pump my cum deep up inside her and feel her juices running
down my
balls, while we both screamed in pleasure. But she didn't want to have
intercourse, and despite my need I understood she was just frightened
of
getting taken advantage of so quickly even though she was excited. She
would have to work that out in time as she grew older, but I had to get
off,
so I resigned to doing it this way... or maybe not!
We continued to grind against each other and I could tell she was
getting
close to cumming. So I grabbed her left breast in my right hand and
moved
my left hand down and grabbed her right ass check and squeezed the shit
out
of both. She started screaming and swiveled her hips up and down
super-fast
as she started moving over the edge... I held on for fear of being
knocked
off her, and when she started to contract i pushed real hard with my
dick
straight into her panties at the entrance to her pussy, just lightly
enough
not to go in, but she opened her mouth real wide and froze in her
contractions. She was tense as a board and her head thrashed left and
right
a couple of times. She held on so tightly I almost couldn't breathe,
but as
she started gasping again, she moaned and pulled me up close for a
kiss. I
kissed her, but I didn't give her time to relax, because I crawled up
to
straddle her chest, reached down, pulled her panties aside and
literally
scooped up some of her come and slicked up my dick. I added some spit
to
her chest and lubed her up really smooth... I just had to fuck those
fantastic tits. She had this funny smile on her face which implied she
hadn't ever done this, but she said "that feels kind of nice!" She
helped
me squeeze her tits over the top of my cock and tried to keep it
sliding
back and forth inside the little cave we'd made, and it started to get
really warm.
"Kati, that feels so fantastic... your chest is so soft... and HOT."
She
smiled and moaned a little, and she could feel I was getting ready to
cum,
so she bent her head up as best she could and caught my cock in her
mouth
every time I moved forward, and that did it. I started exploding, and
my
head shot back... Kati reached into her tits, pulling me out,
squeezing my
cock really hard as she stroked up and down, moving one hand back to my
balls again.
That girl really knew how to make me orgasm hard. But she just
wouldn't
fuck!
We lay there for a while before falling asleep, and she went back to
her
room around 4 in the morning. We kissed, thanked each other and said
we'd
see each other tomorrow.
We did, but not that way again. I had had a good time, but I didn't
want to
play games like that, so I played really friendly but not sexually
interested in her. She seemed to get the message, and she didn't seem
to
get too bent out of shape about it as long as I ate with her and we
stayed
friends. Fine with me. I had other fish to fuck.
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