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HOOKING-UP
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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