Saturday Nights in the Dorm

I was dreaming about...something. I think I was walking somewhere, maybe with someone famous? All I know is suddenly there was an earthquake. Everything was shaking.

"TYLER! Earth to Tyler! WAKE UP!"

Tori's voice. Huh? Oh.

"What time is it?"

"A little before 8," Tori said. The sheen of sweat on her face informed me she had just returned from her run.

"Too early," I said, rolling away.

"Suit yourself," I heard her say, walking away from my bed. "Guess I'll just have to go shower in this big, empty dorm, all by myself..."

And I was up. I grabbed my shower stuff and strolled down the empty hall. The shower was already going. Tori had everything set up before she roused me. I whipped the curtain back, exposing her wet, toned body in all its glory.

"Hey there." She crooked a finger to beckon me inside.

We kissed, and touched, and teased, and, well, cleaned, taking turns soaping each other up, washing each other's backs.

When the shower part was finished, the fun really began. Tori dropped into a crouch and took my hard cock into her mouth for a while, her fingers in her pussy, before she stood and kissed me wildly. I pinned her up against the shower wall and drove my cock inside, slamming into her over and over while I latched my mouth on her nipple.

"FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!!!" Tori shouted as she came. I let her free from the wall, but only so I could spin her around. She bent over, pushing her ass out to me, and I entered her from behind.

"Holy fuck, Tori, you feel so fucking good!"

"Give it to me, Tyler!"

The sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room, mixed with our cries of pleasure.

"I'm so fucking close, Tori! I'm so fucking close!"

"Cum all over my ass! Cum on my fucking ass!"

I pulled out and gripped my cock, stroking a few times before I unleashed volley after volley of cum across Tori's ass and lower back.

"Fuck, that's so hot, Tyler. I love feeling your cum on my body."

She stood and turned to me, kissing and moaning into my mouth as we embraced under the shower. When we finished, there was a little bit of sadness in both of our eyes. In a few hours, real life was going to resume, and we knew it.

We dried, dressed, and headed to breakfast. It was quiet in the dining hall, but when we got back to the dorm it was a little after 10 and there were already several more people in the building.

"I should probably go get myself organized for the week," Tori said as we stepped off the elevator.

"Yeah, me too."

"You want to grab dinner later?"

I smiled broadly. "I believe that would make my day."

With that, Tori spun and headed down the hall. She turned back and blew me a kiss before ducking inside her room.

I wished this weekend could have gone on forever, but at the same time I was ready for the road ahead. The countdown was on, after all. Not for finals. Not for the end of the semester.

I had a date.

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I arrived at the library first on Monday evening, and probably just in time to get our regular table. This was the last week of classes before finals. It showed. It seemed like everybody was digging in.

"Four more days of this bullshit," Margo said, plopping her books down on the table and landing in her seat. "I can do this, right?"

For Margo, the next couple of weeks held a different challenge. She was anxious to begin her new schedule next semester as an art history major, but before then wanted to be sure to stay focused on the task at hand. She'd worked hard, and while the courses she was taking wouldn't necessarily matter for her new path, she still had a lot of pride in her overall GPA.

"You've got this," I said. "You've kicked ass all semester. Nothing is gonna stop you."

She smiled. "Hey, before Tori gets here, I heard all about your weekend." She winked. I blushed. "Bravo, sir, bravo."

I took a mini bow, trying to brush off my feeling of embarrassment, as Margo turned serious.

"I'm glad you asked Tori on a real date, and I'm glad she said yes. You two are perfect for each other. And I'm really, really glad you're OK with our...extracurricular activities."

I laughed. "What can I say? Every guy's fantasy. I'm a walking cliche."

Margo smiled. "Funny, but really, it means a lot. Sooo, what are the plans for Friday?"

"Ha, not a chance," I said. "I know there are no secrets between you two. If I told you, I'd basically be telling Tori."

"Well, whatever we do, I can't wait," Tori said as she approached the table. "For now, let's focus, right?"

"Right!"

The rest of the week was the same. Class, library, eat a meal here and there, and repeat. We cut off our study sessions by 10 each night, making sure we were prioritizing rest as much as possible.

Meanwhile, I was spending whatever moments I had left planning a simple date with Tori. She'd told me repeatedly not to go overboard, that we'd have time for that in the future, and she would feel bad if I was investing precious time this week on some kind of grand experience. I knew she was right and, to be frank, I didn't have a lot of spare brainpower to invest.

The three of us adjusted our study schedule to accommodate our plans, too. We'd take Friday off, and then shift Saturday's session to the afternoon before resuming our normal schedule on Sunday.

Benson's final lecture was surprisingly light and we were out of there 30 minutes early. I said a quick goodbye to Tori and Margo, telling Tori I'd pick her up at her room at 6.

I spent the rest of my day getting ready. I had my clothes, had the restaurant picked out, and now was heading to clean out my car. Yes, I had one, but aside from driving between home and campus at the start and end of each semester, I never did much with it. I also didn't advertise that I had a car. Otherwise you end up being the guy who helps everyone run their off-campus errands.

On this night, though, it was going to come in handy, so I invested some time in making it presentable. I probably hadn't cleaned it out in close to a year.

I was dressed and ready in my room with 10 minutes to spare. I was nervous as hell. Part of me found that amusing, considering the intimate knowledge we had about every inch of each other's bodies, and the erotic and damn near filthy things we'd done to each other for weeks.

This was going to be a different level of intimacy, a level I craved to reach with Tori. Our Saturday nights were fun. Our wild Thanksgiving break was something I'll never forget. But I'd trade that all in to actually date her, to be in a real relationship with her. To call her my girlfriend.

I kept drying my hands off on my pants as I walked to her room, trying to get my emotions under control. I knocked twice and Nikki appeared in the door, quickly appraising me. She smiled.

"Oh, Toriiiiii, your date is here," she teased. Tori came to the door, stunning as always. She'd done her hair a bit differently tonight, wearing it up. She was absolutely gorgeous. "Have her back by 10, OK?"

"Shut up, Nikki," Tori said, laughing. "Let's go!"

I held her hand as we walked down the hall, drawing a few glances from our floormates. This was by far the most public display of affection we'd engaged in so far.

"You look incredible," I said as we waited for the elevator. "I love what you did with your hair."

She blushed, and I could tell she appreciated me saying so.

We made some idle chit-chat on the 15-minute drive to the restaurant. We were both nervous, it seemed. I parked in the lot and turned off the car. We had about 10 minutes until our reservation, and so far we were sitting in silence.

I exhaled loudly. Tori laughed.

"This is so silly!"

"Totally silly," I said. "It's not like we haven't been..."

"Fucking each other's brains out," Tori crudely finished the thought.

"Yeah...but this is different, right?"

"Right."

"How about this...trust me?"

"Of course."

I leaned across the car, placed my hand on Tori's face, and we kissed. We kissed long, and lovingly, and it was fantastic.

"Better?"

"Better," she said. "More of that later?"

"Promise."

Kissing on the first date is usually a question reserved for the evening's conclusion, but so much of our relationship was already out of order. Knocking it out of the way at the top cut the tension and set a tone for an amazing evening.

We crowded next to each other at the table, enjoying our meal and company. We laughed, we teased, we kissed more than a few times. To anyone watching, we looked like a couple celebrating an anniversary instead of one on a first date.

When dinner ended it was another 15 minutes to downtown, where over Thanksgiving weekend the city had opened its annual Christmas festival. We strolled along, looked at all of the lights, grabbed cups of hot chocolate, and ended up at the ice skating rink. Tori challenged me to skate, apparently having little faith in my athletic skills, but she was in for a surprise. We strapped on the skates, hit the ice, and I knocked her socks off. Tori was a good athlete and a decent skater herself, but I could fly on the ice, even turning in a few solid twizzles.

"Tyler! What the hell," she shouted as I literally spun in circles around her. "You never told me you could even skate? You're awesome!"

Really, it's just not something that came up before, but it also wasn't much of a surprise considering my background. I'm from rural Idaho, where there's not much to do, and the winters are long. One of the few things my town had in terms of amenities was a rink, and that's what you did - weekends, birthdays, holidays, etc. A lot of the guys played hockey, but I never had the frame or desire to endure that physical toll.

My older sister, though, spent a few years as a competitive figure skater. She wasn't great, but she tried, and had tons of lessons. There were a lot of times when I was too young to be at home alone and I ended up sitting with my mom at the rink. I picked up a thing or two, and when my sister was going to practice on her own, I often tagged along. If I didn't make myself too much of a nuisance, she'd spend some time teaching me a few things.

"That's really incredible, Tyler," Tori said as we skated hand in hand. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"I hope I don't disappoint you when I say that may have been my last one."

Always competitive, Tori begged me to try to teach her a few moves, and more than once she landed squarely on her butt.

"You're going to have to kiss that later and make it better," she laughed.

We took a few more spins around the rink and then decided to call it a night.

"That was seriously the most fun I think I've had since college started," Tori said.

"Me too! I'm glad you had a good time."

"The company helps," she said, rubbing my thigh. "Thank you for all of this, Tyler. This was a perfect first date. Many more to come."

I smiled.

"But not until January," she quickly added. "Let's survive the next week, OK?"

"Deal."

The hall was quiet when we got back, with pretty much everyone still out at whatever party they'd decided to attend.

"I'm going to change into something more comfortable," Tori said, "and I'll be back at your room soon, OK?"

I kissed her softly on the cheek as we parted. This really couldn't have gone any better. We had a great time, I impressed her with my skating skills, the meal was great, the conversation was great, and, most of all, she said she wanted this to be the first of many dates. Now she was getting changed before coming back to my room to spend the night with me. I was on Cloud 9.

Tori knocked softly before pushing my door open, wearing her short terry cloth robe. She locked it behind her and reached out to me. We stood in each other's arms for a while, kissing, before she pulled away. "I have something I need to say. Could we sit for a minute?"

"Absolutely," I said, pulling out a chair for me as I offered her the one at my desk. She winced a little when she sat. I guess those falls on the ice actually did take a toll on her.

"This is going to probably end up in one of those jumbled word-vomit messes, but I promise there's a good point, OK?" I nodded. "This has been the most incredibly amazing time of my life, Tyler. I want to thank you."

"Mine too."

"You're the first guy who I've actually felt I could be myself with, and I can't tell you how much that means to me. Seriously, I don't know if you realize it or not, but that's not a guarantee. I found that out the hard way, and it hurt me. It hurt me for a long time."

I didn't dare say anything, but I knew where this was going. Whatever had happened to her in high school, the relationship that ended badly, Tori was about to tell me about it.

"I told you before about how I lost my virginity in high school because I wanted to have had sex before coming to college," she said. "That wasn't entirely true. I'd dated the same guy for more than a year. I thought I loved him, and we had plans to go to different colleges. I thought if I had sex with him that we'd stay together despite being apart. And also, well, I just really wanted to have sex."

She shrugged as I smiled.

"About two months later, he dumped me. It was two days after prom."

"Tori," I said, reaching out and touching her knee, "I'm so sorry. That's awful."

"What was awful was why he said he was breaking up with me. You know how I've asked you a few times if you thought I was a freak or a slut? Well, he told me I was a freak and a slut. He told me he couldn't be with a girl who gave it up so easy, and who was so into sex. He said something was wrong with me. He told me 'girls aren't supposed to WANT to do these things.' It wrecked me."

I was stunned. "This guy is a dumbass." Tori laughed.

"I know that now," she said, "but for a long time I thought there was really something wrong with me. That I shouldn't like sex, shouldn't want to have sex, shouldn't have the thoughts I had about doing the kinds of things that really turned me on. When I came to college, I just retreated inside myself. I didn't want anyone to judge me so harshly, especially when you're living on the same floor with so many people."

I thought back to how this all started, Tori catching me masturbating, and thinking my life was over. "I totally get it, but you know there's nothing wrong with you, right?"

She smiled. "It wasn't until I met Margo that I started to feel I could be myself again. And then with you, everything was so exciting, so hot, so perfect. You accepted everything about me, made me feel like I could truly be myself, that I could express my desires, my fantasies, without judgment. I'm happier than I've been in a long time because for the first time in a long time, I'm me, all of the time. So when I say 'thank you,' Tyler, that's what I'm thanking you for. It's an incredible gift. I feel free again."

I smiled and took her hand, giving it a little kiss. "Tori, I'm so happy to hear you say those things. Seriously. It's not every day you are with someone where you feel you can be your true self. I get that completely, and feel the same way with you, so, thank you, Tori."

Tori smiled, stood, and dropped her robe. Changing into something comfortable turned out to be the robe and nothing else, apparently. She stood before me, absolute perfection in my eyes. In anticipation of her arrival I'd changed clothes, as well, donning nothing more than a t-shirt and pair of shorts, both of which she quickly helped me out of. I turned toward the bed and she stopped me.

"No, sit there," she motioned to the chair. "It'll be fun."

Never one to argue with this woman, I sat down. Tori leaned in and kissed me, and then dropped to her knees. Her mouth felt like heaven, as Tori slowly and wonderfully sucked my cock. Once I was fully hard she looked up at me, stroking me. "Stand up, Tyler," she commanded. "I want you to fuck my face."

How did I get so lucky? With Tori still on her knees, I stood and positioned my cock at her lips. She took me inside, sucking me hard, wrapping her hands around my ass and willing me deeper into her throat. She broke away for a moment and looked up at me, pumping my cock. "Give it to me, Tyler. Fuck my mouth. Fuck it hard." To really drive her point home, she took my hand and placed it on the back of her head.

I took more control over the moment, gripping her head and rocking my hips, pushing my cock into her mouth, but I didn't allow myself to go too crazy. We'd never done anything like this before and I didn't want to spoil the night by making Tori choke, or worse. Whatever I was doing seemed just fine as it was, with Tori moaning loudly while I used her mouth as my personal plaything.

When she let me out of her mouth this time, there was a wild look in her eyes. "Bed. Now." I smiled as I shuffled back and laid down. This was clearly Tori's show tonight and I was happy to be along for the ride.

She climbed on top of me, swinging her leg over me, and slowly lowered her pussy onto me. "HOLY FUCK!" Damn, she must be incredibly turned on. It was almost like she came already, just from putting me inside her one time. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit that's so good!"

Tori started to slowly move herself up and down on my cock, and I mean very slowly. I know we didn't have a ton of experience actually having sex with each other, but she felt even hotter and tighter tonight than she had last weekend.

"FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!" Tori came hard, pausing with me almost completely out of her pussy. "OHHHHHHHH, my Gooooooooddddddd. Tyler, this feels so fucking good!"

She wasn't wrong, it definitely did feel good, but I also found myself a bit confused. Again, sex with Tori was incredible and I was enjoying every moment of it, but she wasn't riding me particularly hard or fast. We literally just started. Maybe it was the unburdening of her past, or the romantic evening we spent together? I didn't have a clue, but whatever it was, I liked it. Tori was on fire.

She bottomed out on my dick and paused again, giving me a sexy look before she leaned down and kissed me. Then she was up again, dismounting me, and turning around to ride me in reverse. She lowered herself down and that's when I saw it. Her perfect ass framed a tiny, circular, purple jewel.

I laughed. "Holy fuck, Tori, you're wearing a butt plug?!?"

"Surprise," she said, starting to slowly rock again. "Tyler, oh my God, it's so fucking intense!"

"Tell me."

"I feel so fucking full, Tyler. It's like everything is that much tighter. Your cock feels soooooo fucking good, and every time I move the plug shifts a bit. FUCK! Omigod. I'm cumming again!!! FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!"

Tori's body was spasming above me, her head thrown back, as she moaned loudly through her second orgasm.

"Fuck, Tyler, I need you to fuck me right fucking now!"

She scrambled off of me, pretty much pushing me off the bed, as she laid back. I moved between her legs and ducked my head down to get a taste, but she grabbed me by my hair.

"NOW!"

I hooked her legs over my shoulders and entered her. Now knowing what was going on I thought I could feel the plug pressing against my cock.

"NOW, TYLER!"

She wanted it? She was going to get it. With Tori urging me on, I went for it. The sound of my thighs slapping against her ass echoed through the room as I pounded her pussy with everything I had.

"YES! FUCK ME! TYLER! FUCK! FUCK! SO GOOD! HARDER! FUCK!"

Harder? I don't think I had another gear. I was giving her everything I had. I reached down and grabbed at her nipples, twisting hard, intensifying her pleasure.

"Yesssssss, Tyler! Fuck me! Use me! Make me cum for you! Fuck! It's so fucking good, Tyler! My pussy! My ass! Fuck-fuck-fuck! FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!"

"I'm gonna fucking cum, Tori! I'm gonna cum so fucking hard!"