"Freshman Week Fun 1-3"( MF FF F-solo MF+ )[1/5] Chapter 1 It was a hot day outside, but the air at least was crisp and dry. Moving into the dorms today would be a job, but at least it wasn't too humid. Sarah hated the way the sweat clung to her on days like that, soaking through her clothes and making her jeans feel like they were made out of lead. Today, as she glanced at the cloudless blue sky and squinted, would be a good day, she thought. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand and picked up the box she had rested, teetering on the stone in front of the dorm. "Have you got it?" cried Hank, rounding the corner of the building just behind her. Hank was the only friend of hers from her high school who also been accepted to the same university, but Sarah was glad enough to at least have him around. "Yeah, but could you get the door for me?" she replied, nodding her head in the direction of the entryway door just beyond her. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her forehead and flew right into her face. "Pfew!" Sarah spat air, trying to blow her long hair back away from her eyes. She knew she should have put it up before grabbing the first box. "Got it," said Hank. He balanced the box he had on one knee, then opened the door quickly and propped it open with his body. Once they had all of Sarah's stuff inside, they could drive across campus and get his things put away too. The sun felt good on his face, and Hank felt a small butterfly in his stomach. Moving in was a half-traumatic, half- invigorating experience! As soon as he got his parents out of town (after hitting them up for lunch, hopefully!), life would really start taking off! He had already seen about ten girls he wouldn't mind getting to know better, and this was just the first day. A little shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. He was about 6 feet tall with dark blonde hair and reasonably well-built. He had dated a little bit in high school; in fact, he and Sarah had been an item for a couple months back in junior year. But college was definitely . . . an opportunity. Hank came out of his daydream when Sarah brushed by. Sarah passed him and entered the building, turning around to go up the stairs to the second floor. Being 5'8", she didn't have any problem with all the boxes that she and her parents had packed the previous week, but she was still glad to have both them and Hank, not to mention Hank's parents, helping out. Moving away from home was a little hard, but at least Hank was around, and she could always get her folks to come pick her up for a weekend if she ever got really desperate. Besides, her best friend Carrie was going to be going to school about two hours away, and the phone bill wouldn't be too bad even if they talked all the time. And then there were all the people she was going to meet here, too. At the top of the stair Sarah turned and walked down the hallway, stopping at the third door on the right. She laid the box to rest on the floor next to the door and fished out her key from her pocket. Hank's dad entered the hallway, immediately followed by her own parents. Apparently Hank was still holding the door. Sarah smiled knowingly. That was one thing Hank was always pretty good at, especially when they had been dating: the little common courtesies. She slid the key into the lock and twisted to the right, pushed, and stuck her heel at the base of the door to keep it ajar. "Oh, hi!" came a voice from the room in a loud, friendly greeting. It must be either Sandy or Alison, thought Sarah. "Hi! You must be Sarah," said the girl, propping the door open herself and beaming in a wide, toothy smile. "I'm Alison. Sandy's out getting her photo ID. Do you need some help?" "Hey Alison," said Sarah, smiling. "Thanks, but I've already got five other helpers! If you could just get the door, we'll be done in a hurry." As she entered the room, Sarah's parents and the Millses followed, greeting Alison as they came, laded with Sarah's luggage and boxes. Hank was the last one in. A drop of sweat had beaded up on the tip of his nose, and Hank blew it off with a quick breath from his mouth. "Hi, I'm Hank, Sarah's friend," he said, grinning at Alison. "Alison. Pleased to meet you," she replied, focusing on his face. He was definitely handsome, she thought, although not as huge as the football player who had helped her with her things yesterday. She liked that, actually. The room was well-lit by the sun streaming in through the windows, but it showed just how dusty the place was. There were two rooms off the main room, one on either side and each with its own door. "Sandy and I put our stuff in the room on the left," said Alison. "So the other one's all yours." "Thanks," said Sarah. She was the first one to enter her room, and she almost ran into the opposite wall once inside. It was definitely a cozy arrangement! At least there was another window on the left, but only one. She plopped the box down on the stained mattress in one corner of the small room and quickly extricated herself so that the others could place their things inside. "You can just pile stuff in the common room, if you guys want," called Alison. "That's what we did." "Good idea," said Hank. He dumped his box and made for the door again, smiling again as he passed Alison. She certainly wasn't too bad, he thought. About 5'5" or so and pretty cute with those pale blue eyes and reddish hair. Alison winked at him as he passed . . . or did she? Out in the hall, Hank frowned as he skipped down the stairs. "Did I just imagine that?" he muttered to himself. "Well it's not much, I suppose," said Sarah's mom, glancing around the single room with a squint. "But at least you're in good company, right?" She smiled at Alison and walked toward the door. "Darn straight," said Alison. "We'll take good care of her, ma'am." "I'm sure you'll all have a wonderful time here," replied Mrs. Kittredge as she entered the hallway. Her husband followed her out. "I hope Hank's room is as nice as yours is," offered Mr. Mills as he followed the Kittredges. "Oh, is he moving in too?" asked Alison. "Yeah," said Sarah. "I think he said he's living in Forester, across campus." "Wow, that's handy!" said Alison, in surprise. She turned to the Millses. "He'll be welcome here anytime, in case he winds up in a real dump," she said, laughing. "You know, Sarah, Sandy and I were thinking we'd like to go grab a couch and maybe some other furniture for the room sometime. They're selling stuff along the main drag through campus." "We brought along a futon already, but it's not really big when it's folded up. That's probably a good idea," replied Sarah. "We should really get a nice, thick carpet or something." Sarah fished a scrunchie out of her back pocket and bent over to gather her hair up. They were alone in the room; the others had left to gather more of Sarah's things. "Nice boyfriend," said Alison with awed inflection. "And he's going to school here too? Geez! What'd you do in a past life? My boyfriend went to college out on the West coast a year ago, and things didn't exactly work out." "He's NOT my boyfriend," replied Sarah placidly, smoothing her hair back away from her forehead. "Hank and I are just good friends. He and I went to high school together, and he's a really great guy. We dated a little while a few years ago." She scratched underneath a bra strap. "Oh," said Alison. "Great day today, huh? I love this kind of weather. Hot, but not sticky hot." "Yeah, you're lucky. Yesterday was pretty steamy. At least I had my bathing suit with me. I had to wear it while moving in, I was sweating so much. I hear it might get hot like that again soon, though." Alison moved to the windows and watched Hank walk toward the entryway door below with an armful of boxes. "Well, I've got my suit too," said Sarah. "I guess we'll be ready for it, right?" She walked toward the door. "Yeah," answered Alison, thinking of other things. **** Chapter 2 **** Hank juggled a small box in his left arm while trying to rub his eyes with his right hand. He took the time to examine the spotless night sky above him. After a full day of moving, both his stuff and Sarah's, he was pretty tired. He stifled a chuckle when he recalled how his mother had offered to drive him back home "for just one more night's sleep in his own bed" (like he would never get back home again). His parents were still adjusting to an empty nest, because without Hank or his older brother, their house would seem pretty empty. Hank quickly pushed the nostalgia out of his head and reoriented himself to the campus lay-out. He was looking for Sarah's dorm. Somehow, one of Sarah's boxes had gotten in with his stuff, and he was concerned that Sarah would be needing its contents sooner rather than later (the box was marked "clothing" but he guessed it was probably small stuff like lingerie). He stifled a slight blush that came with the realization he could be holding his ex- girlfriend's underwear. Sarah's room was closed up, and as he entered the hall he worried no one might be there and he'd have to make this trip again tomorrow. As he approached, however, the muffled but unmistakable sound of a CD emanated from behind her room's closed door. He knocked loudly, and he was pleased when Sarah's roommate Alison answered. Hank wasn't 100% sure, but he could have sworn this girl had winked at him earlier. She had also changed her clothes from earlier that day. Now, Alison was wearing hot-pant length cut off jeans and a flimsy white T-shirt with the word "Girl" in black letters across the front. He guessed it was a concert T from a band he'd never heard of before. "Hey, you're Sarah's friend Hank, right? Long time no see!" she joked opening the door wide for him to enter. "Yeah, hi, ummm this is Sarah's; it got in with my boxes by mistake and I thought she'd want it," he said apologetically. "Hold on a sec." Alison went over and muted the stereo. "Okay, well, Sarah's not here. She went off with Sandy to that freshman mixer. I thought it'd be lame, so I decided to stay." Hank shifted awkwardly with the box cradled in both hands now. He had lowered it so the box covered the growing swelling in his jeans. Alison's reddish hair and her nicely proportioned frame were quite a turn-on. "I'll just, ummm, put it into her single, okay?" Hank offered. Alison waved him into the room with a big grin. Hank placed the box into the corner and noticed Sarah had already put up a few pictures. He was somewhat surprised to see a picture from their junior prom, when they had still been an item. He was pulled out of his contemplation by a hand on his shoulder. "Hey," Alison asked, "is that you and Sarah in high school?" Alison was looking over his right shoulder, her breath gently beating against his back. "Yeah," Hank said softly and without elaboration. Alison moved a bit closer to Hank's back. "You two were cute together, what happened?" "Oh, it just didn't work out. You know, the old 'friends dating friends' thing." "That's a shame. You dating anyone now?" Hank thought he was picking up some flirtatious vibes, but when he turned around, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. Alison had removed the "Girl" shirt and was now clad in just a blue bikini and her jean cutoffs were partially unzipped revealing a matching blue bottom. "Uh, no. I was hoping I'd meet someone here at school--" She moved a paper-width away from his chest and mewed "Well, you've met someone now." Hank had to lean down a bit to make up the 5 inch height differential, but he was rewarded for the slight effort with a deep, wet kiss. Her tongue darted into and out of his mouth, and her hand began to rub the front of his jeans. Her search ended when she shaped his bulging tool. As they continued to lock lips, Alison guided him back to Sarah's bed. He obeyed and lay back on his ex-girlfriend's half-made bed. Alison leaned in on top of him; her hands had now thoroughly worked his cock into a frenzy through his jeans. She undid the catch at the top of his jeans and slid his zipper toward his socks. His bulging baton tent-poled his plaid boxer until she mercifully unleashed it into the air of the room. Her hands now circled his cock circumference and pumped like a piston. Hank was out of his mind. His hands reached around her back and untied her bikini top. It fell light onto his chest. Hank moved his hands so they were between him and Alison and stole a glance at her breasts. They hung low, with hard little pink nipples. He groped her tit spheres with mounting excitement as she slid her hands over his erect shaft. "Ummmmm. Ugggg." Alison gurgled. She was responding to a squeeze of her sensitive red nubs. Hank could tell he was being driven by an expert. She worked his glans between her thumb and forefinger and spread his pre-cum along the shaft for lubrication. Just as he felt his balls tingle signaling an imminent release, she released his johnson and sat back on the bed. Alison finished the removal of her threadbare jean shorts, and then tossed off her blue bikini bottom. Hank quickly pulled off his shirt, boxers and jeans, just to make things equal. Their bodies meshed back together. Hank reached down and began to finger Alison's moist tunnel. She rewarded him with a good long squeeze of his penis. He began to pump his index finger into well-lubricated her love basket, while his thumb sawed her engorged clittie. Her moans of pleasure told him he was hitting all the right spots. With startling ferociousness, Alison shifted her weight and sank her face into Hank's crotch. He had to strain a bit to keep up with her movements, but he nearly lost consciousness when her mouth hit his cock. She concentrated her first kisses onto the very tip, pushing her tongue tip into his penile slit and rimming the whole glans with admirable precision. Hank nearly blew his load right then and there, for he had never received a blow like this. In fact, he had only received a blow once before, from Laurie after the senior prom, but she hadn't been into it and ended up just jacking him off in the back seat of his Taurus. Alison, however, was *really* into it. She worked her way down the shaft, licking the sensitive skin along the underside of his shaft and occasionally teasing the tingling flesh with her front teeth. Hank reciprocated as best he could by adding his middle finger to his index finger's invasion of her steaming hot vaginal slit. His finger pumping matched her frenetic licking until they both were about to let loose. Hank was the first to succumb. His tool jumped and spat its juices into her throat. Alison swallowed like a trooper and even managed to suction a little more of his seed out of his dwindling stalk. His fingers continued their assault on her fuck tunnel. She released her mouth from his cock and moaned. He jammed a third finger into her slit, and she went off like a firecracker. "Uggg, ugg, ohhhhh, uggg, ohhhh, UHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" The force of her orgasm drove her into Hank's chest. He gently stroked her hair, still basking in the rush of feeling from the incredible blow job she had just administered to his penis. She moved over to his side and kissed him on the cheek. "Sarah doesn't know what she's missing, " Alison cooed into his ear. **** Chapter 3 **** Hank lay staring at his ex-girlfriend's ceiling. Alison had recovered first, and was now striding confidently out of the room, going to take a shower. (The girls were lucky enough to have a bathroom in their room.) Her eyes were half-closed, and she had a serene, sly smile on her face; as Hank's eyes followed her to the door, the swaying in her creamy white buttocks, firm yet feminine, and the gentle, playful jiggling of her perky, freckled breasts brought back the tingling in his exhausted pipe. But he continued to lay there, wanting to savor the feeling and think things through. Without getting up, he glanced around the room. Sarah's room was decorated with posters of Picasso and Dali prints, a picture of some TV hunk (a silly leftover from high school crushes, he though to himself with a wry smile), and the picture of them from the prom. This time he noticed a smaller picture stuck into the frame of the prom picture, which he hadn't noticed before. It was a picture of Chloe, Sarah's beguiling best friend from high school. Hank wondered to himself where Chloe was now; she had left half- way through senior year under mysterious circumstances. Hank recalled with another smile how the rumors had developed around her departure: she did drugs; she was caught with the vice-principal on top and his son, the captain of the football team, underneath; she was caught giving an inappropriate education to a sixth-grade girl in the girl's room. Ridiculous. But what if some of them had been true? he mused. All he really remembered about Chloe was that she and Sarah had been close. Real close - inseparable; it seemed to Hank as if they could communicate with a glance. He often remembered the two of them disappearing together at parties, leaving him alone; to talk about him, he had assumed at the time. Now he wondered about the true nature of Sarah and Chloe's relationship. Sarah said she and Chloe had always enjoyed walking home together through out grade school, and sleeping over at each other's houses when they were younger. Sarah had never been quite as happy since Chloe had left. And Sarah had often commented about Chloe's beauty, and teased Hank that, if Chloe were a man, that Sarah would dump Hank for her. And she had been beautiful - Hank recalled how her T-shirts would barely fit around her spherical breasts, with the dark nipples threatening to burst through the material. He admitted to himself that, even while going out with Sarah, he had many times fantasized running his tongue up and down her tawny, flawless skin, licking her from head to foot like a postage stamp, and when she was properly moistened, fastening her envelope closed around his love letter. He looked down and realized that he was starting to stiffen up again, a single drop of seed left over from his previous encounter starting to appear at the tip. He started to get up off the bed to find a Kleenex, when he froze at the sound of the door. Sarah was coming in the door, sighing with exhaustion but humming softly to herself. The sound of the shower would have drowned out the slight creaking of the floorboards had he dared to move; but he sat there terrified. Would she walk into her own room to find her ex-boyfriend standing in front of her bed, naked, semi- aroused, staring at a picture of her ex-best friend and dripping spooge onto her throw rug? He stood there in terror for a few minutes, not relaxing until he heard her step into the bathroom. He slowly walked to the door of her room and peeked around the corner. There were three sweaty T-shirts on the floor - Alison's, Sarah's, and a third. The third belonged to a tall black woman, probably Sandy, who had draped herself across the couch. She was not wearing a bra; droplets of sweat gleamed on her small but firm breasts and on her little cone-shaped nipples, and on her incredibly long, slim ebony torso and legs. Just then Sarah came out of the bathroom. She was not only topless but had stripped down to her panties. Hank had not heard her and Alison exchanging friendly banter in the bathroom; perhaps Sarah had slipped in and out unnoticed. Now Sarah sidled sexily up to Sandy, coming to rest on the couch next to Sandy's head. Her left hand gently stroked Sandy's forehead. "C'mon, let's get to my room and close the door before my roommate comes out of the shower," she whispered seductively. "Mmm, I don't know if I can wait that long, baby," cooed Sandy. She ran her long fingers up Sarah's thigh to her crotch and slipped her hand under Sarah's panties. Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. "But we only just met," she murmured between breaths. "But it's been so long since I-" her last words were cut off by another gasp; with the agility of a veteran, Sandy had flipped on her stomach, wrapped one of Sarah's legs around the other side of her head. Sandy's head was bobbing up and down, and she was making slurping, gutteral noises. Sarah's eyes were still squeezed shut, and she was whimpering rhythmically. Hank remembered that whimper well, and also remembered the way that Sarah would start to fondle herself when she was really excited, like she was doing now: cupping her own breasts and stroking forward to pinch her own nipples, faster and faster, stopping now and then to reach down to her crotch, lubricating her hands with a mixture of Sandy's saliva and her own now freely flowing pussy juice. Hank remembered that Sarah could get very wet, but had never realized just how soaked she could get, judging by the state of the throw pillow that fell out from under her ass. Hank was getting very absorbed in the coracious feasting of Sandy, her dark, firm ass bobbing in front of his vision. Suddenly he was overcome by the desire to climb on top of her and ride her like a big black greyhound bitch. In fact he was so absorbed, he didn't realize he was standing in the doorway until Alison came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Sarah!" exclaimed Alison. "Alison?!" shouted Sarah. Her eyes popped open. "HANK?!" "Mmph?" said Sandy, intent on her work. "Sarah!" Hank stammered. "Hank!" gasped Alison. "Alison. . ." Hank continued to stammer. "Sandy?" Alison asked, peering over the edge of the couch. "Mmph!" said Sandy.