Saturday Nights in the Dorm

I'd tossed and turned for most of the night, but at some point found a few hours of solid rest. I awoke to sunlight pouring through my window and checked my phone. 7:47 a.m.

Suddenly, memories of last night flooded my brain and I looked to the other side of the room. Tori was gone. The bed was made. Did I imagine the whole thing? Was she ever even here?

Then I saw it. A note next to my phone.

"Good morning, Tyler! Off to get in a run/breakfast before library. Hope we're still on for 9. Text me if not. Tori"

Alright, well at least it wasn't a dream.

I had roughly an hour before I had to leave to meet Tori. That was plenty of time for a shower, and for other things, too. I needed to handle some personal business if I had any chance to concentrate on studying with her today.

"First things first," I thought, and quickly crossed my room to lock the door.

--

I was beginning to wonder if Tori had changed her mind when she finally arrived at the library. It was nearly 9:20 and, to my recollection, Tori had never been late to one of our study sessions before.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I'm not moving quite as fast as I'd like this morning."

"I was starting to worry," I said, "that maybe something about last night-"

"No, not at all! Thank you again for letting me crash in your room and, well, for the other stuff, too." She smiled.

"Don't mention it."

And then, well, things were back to normal. We studied into the early afternoon and then went on with our respective days. We had class together Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and met at the library on Tuesday and Thursday. Outwardly, everything was continuing on as if nothing had ever happened.

Inwardly, I was a total mess. I couldn't stop thinking about all of the events from last weekend, and the more I thought about it all, the more my perspective on it began to change.

For one, I was no longer embarrassed about Tori walking in on me. In fact, I found the idea of it exciting. She'd later admitted to coming into my room well before I'd finished. She'd obviously enjoyed what she'd seen. I found that idea oddly thrilling.

My feelings on what happened that night, however, didn't have me so high on myself. What a missed opportunity! I felt like an idiot. I'd never been great around girls, always misreading the signs, and I couldn't help feeling like I'd misread a big one there.

This girl caught you jacking off, stuck around to watch, and then later asked if she could spend the night in your room. Seems pretty cut and dry, Tyler.

Oh, and then after you made her sit through "Office Space," this absolute smokeshow climbed into your bed and requested to watch porn with you. And you did...nothing.

Idiot.

Tori first caught my eye during move-in week. It was hard not to notice her. It was stiflingly hot in the dorm and everyone was wearing as little as they could to avoid heat stroke. Tori was wearing black spandex shorts that showed off her incredible ass. She had a loose-fitting, white sleeveless shirt on, which didn't obscure her bright pink sports bra.

I thought about her a lot during orientation week, and then in my very first class, there she was. I couldn't believe my luck! I'd arrived before her and claimed a seat on the left side of the lecture hall. When she saw me, to my utter disbelief, she smiled, walked over, and sat down next to me.

"Hey there, you're on my floor, right? I'm Tori!"

"Tyler. Yeah, I'm in room 609."

"630. I'm so glad I know someone in here. Maybe we could get together sometime to study and compare notes?"

"That sounds awesome!"

I'd seen a lot of Tori over the last year-plus. By the second semester we were trying to schedule ourselves in the same major classes and our study routine had become a way of life. I counted myself very lucky to have fallen into this situation. Sure, it seemed pretty clear to me we were strictly in the "friend zone," but as much as Tori was beautiful, she was twice as smart, serious about her studies, and made our marathon study sessions more than tolerable.

Now, I was kicking myself for letting an opportunity pass to make this relationship something more. I'd never seen Tori around the hall with another guy. There had been a few times that I'd gone out to parties and we happened to be at the same one, and while I definitely saw several guys hitting on her, to my knowledge she'd never left with any of them.

I can't even say in this case that I was scared to make a move. No, I was totally oblivious to the idea of making one. Part of that was something of a defense mechanism I'd developed. Since we'd started regularly studying, I didn't want to do anything to creep her out, so despite my attraction I kept my eyes where they should be and my comments harmless.

But now it seemed that defense mechanism had completely blinded me.

"What's wrong?"

Tori's voice snapped me from my wandering thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Sorry. Just can't seem to focus this morning."

It was Saturday morning and we were back in the library. The countdown was officially on to mid-terms. The course material was pouring in fast and furious, and we'd decided studying on Saturdays and Sundays was our only chance to keep pace.

"No, I get it," Tori said. "It's been a lot. We haven't taken a day off since the last test. We can't keep this pace up for another five weeks."

"What other choice do we have? Those all-nighters last time just about killed us. I don't want to make that mistake twice."

"True, but we're in a good spot here, right? We can reward ourselves. Let's take tomorrow off."

My spirits rose, but quickly fell. I disguised it with a smile. "That sounds great, Tori." And it did, at least the idea of not studying. The idea of not seeing Tori tomorrow, well, that was a different story.

"Awesome," she said. "Let's buckle down for the next hour or so, and then give ourselves permission to enjoy the weekend."

"Perfect."

We wrapped up shortly after noon, as I headed to lunch and Tori left to enjoy the rest of her Saturday.

The closest friends I'd made lived on the opposite side of the hallway from me, just a few doors down. We'd hit it off almost immediately, sharing the same interests in video games, sports, movies, you name it. When I wasn't in class or studying, it was a good bet I'd be in their room, and this afternoon was no exception.

"And I understand I owe you for the assist," Mark said, handing me a beer.

"Come again?"

"Fuck yeah he did," said Chase, his roommate, already quite hammered on what for him was a lazy Saturday.

"Shut the fuck up," Mark said. "Seriously, I heard you let Tori stay in your room so Nikki and I could...enjoy some privacy."

"Oh, that was you? Yeah, no worries."

"You and Tori, is that..."

"What? No, nothing like that. She just crashed in the empty bed. We're study friends, just trying to survive our classes. What about you and Nikki? Is that a thing?"

"She's a good time, no doubt, but I don't know. Relationships are weird. I don't think either of us are looking for that right now."

We hung out the rest of the day and evening, and finally it was decision time. Chase was definitely going out, though with the shape he was in I didn't see how he was going to make it. And despite his insistence otherwise, Mark spent a good part of the evening trying to figure out what party Nikki was going to and making sure he wound up in the same place.

I again fielded a few offers to hang, and with no commitment to study in the morning nearly said yes, but despite the fun I'd had in the afternoon I was still beating myself up over my failure from a week ago. As my friends headed off in search of their latest hookups, I grabbed a shower and sat back to enjoy another quiet Saturday night.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

Oh, for fuck's sake. Don't tell me Chase puked in the hall again. I looked through the peephole and did a double take. Tori?

"Hey," I said, "everything OK?"

"Everything is great," she said, bounding past me. "I hope you don't mind, but I brought my pillow. The other one left me with a sore neck last week."

I closed and locked the door behind her, and the look on my face must have betrayed my confusion.

"Sorry," she said, "I guess I should have actually asked, but is it cool if I crash here again tonight? Nikki went out and was going on and on about Mark. I'd just rather not be around if they come back again." She looked at me hopefully.

"Yeah, sure. Totally cool. Welcome."

"You're the best, Tyler, really," Tori said as she hopped up onto what I figured I should start calling "her bed."

I had just started "The Waterboy" and resumed the movie. Unlike last week's feature film, Tori had seen this one, so we spent the movie making idle conversation and cracking jokes about the ridiculous plot.

The movie ended and Tori excused herself to the restroom. I found a channel airing "Cheers" reruns and let it play as she returned.

"So," Tori said, "feeling better?"

"Hmmm?"

"You were really out of it today."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that. Definitely feeling better," I lied. "It was nice to hang out with the guys today."

"But you didn't go out tonight?"

"Eh, I guess the idea of relaxing without thinking about studying or classes tomorrow was more appealing."

"Yeah," Tori said. "I know what you mean."

We sat quietly for a while, watching the TV. It was an older episode. "Coach" was still around. Despite it being pretty hilarious, neither of us were laughing.

"So," Tori said, "seen any good movies lately?"

I was about to discuss a comedy I'd seen in the theater over the summer, but when I looked at Tori her gaze was fixed on my laptop.

"Oh, um," I said, laughing nervously, "not really, I guess. Been a pretty busy week."

"Oh," she said, and I swore in that moment she sounded disappointed. "That was some pretty wild stuff we watched last week."

"I'll say."

"I've never...I've never watched that kind of stuff with someone else before."

"Yeah," I replied. "Me neither." The memories of it all came flooding back and I felt my cock begin to stir. I shifted my legs a bit, just in case.

"Can I be totally honest with you, Tyler?

"Sure."

"That shit had me so turned on last weekend, my dreams were crazy."

"Ha, yeah, I mean, damn. It was pretty hard to get to sleep," I said. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I knew two things. First, I was going to proceed with caution. And two, if the opportunity arose again, I wasn't letting it pass me by.

"You remember how I was late to the library on Sunday?"

"Yeah."

"I was so turned on, I couldn't think straight. I'd gone on my run already, tried to get it out of my body, but it was like I was on fire," Tori said. "There was another girl in the shower when I got back...that's why it took me so long."

"I'm not sure I follow you."

"I needed to wait until I had a little privacy to, well, you know," she said with a giggle.

"Oh," I said. "Ohhhhhhh. Wow." What do I do here? Push forward. "I mean, yeah. I woke up a little early and had time to, well, yeah. I was just sure to lock the door first this time."

Tori busted out laughing. "Definitely a good decision! You never know what weirdos are walking around, busting in on people."

After she settled down she fixed her eyes on me. "Do you think you could show me some more?"

I was already sitting up and motioning for her to join me. Is this really happening? Again?

Tori settled next to me and I opened my web browser.

"Do you have any preferences or..."

"Anything," she said.

Anything. OK. Despite her apparent interest in hardcore anal porn last week, I thought it best to find something a bit more tame. If she wanted something different, she'd need to make a request.

I scrolled the homepage and quickly found something with one of my favorite stars. The video was on the shorter side, too, which seemed like a decent idea. It opened with the actress in her bra and panties, making out with a guy in his underwear on a bed. They were very quickly groping each other and within a few quick cuts were naked, the starlet between his legs, giving him a blow job.

"That didn't take long," Tori said.

No sooner did she utter those words than did the scene cut again, now with the actress on top, riding her partner's dick and moaning loudly. It cut again and she'd spun, now riding reverse cowgirl, and we watched as the man's cock disappeared into her pussy again and again.

"That looks so fucking hot," Tori said.

"Yeah," was all I could manage. I had to admit I was more confused than ever right now. Were we critiquing this? Enjoying this?

I shifted myself on the bed a bit to lean closer to Tori. My shoulder now rested against hers and she didn't back away. I took that as a good sign.

Another cut and now the guy was screwing the girl doggystyle. "Oh, fuck, you're so deep inside me," the actress said. "Just like that. Fuck me, baby."

As nonchalantly as possible I slid a pillow onto my lap, as I was rapidly losing the battle to keep my cock under control.

The scene cut away again and now the girl was on her back, her legs sticking straight into the air as the guy fucked her missionary.

"So fucking sexy," Tori said, just as the man announced his orgasm. He scrambled across the bed to the girl's head, and she stroked him until he exploded across her face.

I didn't move as the site spun to whatever video it had lined up next, and soon the screen was filled with a sexy blonde playing with herself. Apparently it was not what Tori had in mind.

"Sorry," she said, snatching the laptop, "but I'm in the mood to see some fucking."

"Be my guest." I silently thanked whatever stars had aligned to make this happen, while also cursing them for not making it clear as day how I should proceed.

"Here, let's try this one," she said. The title was something about "being used against a wall" and I made a mental note that twice now Tori had wanted videos that seemed to be on the rougher side of the spectrum.

The scene opened with an attractive blonde doing some organizing in a bedroom, wearing a loose-fitting sleeveless shirt. It honestly reminded me of the kind of shirt Tori had worn while we moved into the dorms.

Below, the girl wore a pair of panties, so it wasn't quite the same look, but her hair was pulled into a ponytail, and I couldn't help but note the similarities.

Suddenly, a guy entered the frame and pinned the woman up against the wall, grinding his pelvis into her backside as she moaned approvingly. He gave her ass a firm spank, then quickly yanked her panties down and started rubbing her from behind.

"Now we're talking," Tori said.

The guy quickly shucked his shorts and his cock sprung free, and within a few seconds was pounding away at the girl from behind. Their skin slapped together as he wasted no time gathering speed.

Out of the corner of my eye I peered at Tori. While her right hand was on her leg, her left hand was clearly under her shirt, pawing at her breast and teasing her nipple. She was moaning softly, her gaze firmly on the action in front of us.

The guy pulled himself out and slapped his cock on the woman's ass a few times. There was a quick cut, almost imperceptible, before he lined himself up and pushed back into her.

By now it was clear to me that when he pushed back into her he was way too high to be anywhere else but in her ass. The woman's intense expression seemed to confirm as much. I wondered if Tori had any idea we'd stumbled back into anal porn again? Is she going to be OK with this?

He was picking up his pace and my attention was divided. The action on the screen was hot, sure, but the action to my side was even hotter. All I wanted to do was watch Tori, but I didn't want to break whatever spell had come over us. At the same time, I was monitoring my own situation, my hard cock begging for attention.

Fuck, I wished I was better at this. A part of me said to shut the laptop, grab Tori, and kiss her. How could I read this as anything other than an invitation to fool around?

But another part of me urged caution. Sure, that was one explanation, but what if she just feels safe with you? What if you're someone she trusts enough to explore whatever this is, while also wanting nothing more than friendship?

The fucking on screen continued, and now I felt Tori's right arm moving. I looked lower and saw it on top of her shorts, but between her legs, rubbing her mound very, very slowly. When the man on screen grabbed his partner's ponytail and pulled it back roughly, she gasped.

"Holy shit," she said. "This is so hot."

I considered my options and decided on my next move, slowly moving my right hand below the pillow in my lap. If she's going to sit next to me, in my bed, and play with herself, I may as well join the party. If she notices, it's nothing more than an acknowledgment of what's going on, and a signal that I'm cool with it, right?

I snaked my hand under my shorts and grabbed my cock. Given everything going on, I could have probably cum right then and there, but I was certainly not going to let myself go too fast.

I looked back at Tori and caught her gazing at my lap, the pillow clearly moving up and down, ever so slightly. I was busted. But then I looked to her lap and her hand was no longer visible, now under her shorts, her own actions intensifying.

My eyes flicked back to her face and she was looking right at me. We shared a smile, and then she looked back to the screen. Following her lead, I turned my attention back to the video.

Suddenly, the camera shot shifted, and the angle changed to looking up from beneath the two lovers. There was no questioning it now - this girl was getting pounded in the ass. The oversized shirt was also bunched in front, her tits peeking out from the arm holes.

"Whoa," Tori said. "Holy fucking shit." Her hand was moving faster between her legs and she looked at me urgently. "Tyler, I'm sorry, I can't..."

I was momentarily terrified. Can't what? But then I watched Tori yank off her shorts and fling them to the floor. She leaned back and started rubbing herself again.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. Tori's pussy didn't have a spot of hair and was absolutely stunning. I wanted nothing more than to dive headfirst in there right now.

My own hand was moving faster now and the pillow had fallen off my lap. Tori looked at me. "Lose the shorts."

I hadn't taken clothes off faster in my life, my cock springing free into the cool air. I gripped myself and began pumping harder.

"That's what I remember," she said. "Holy fuck, that's sexy."

"Tori, you're so fucking hot. I can't believe this is happening."

The couple on screen was continuing to fuck, but our attention was squarely on each other. My hand was a blur on my cock, while Tori was intensely rubbing her clit. She'd also pulled her shirt up to reveal her tits, one hand squeezing a nipple as she played.

"Ty, fuck, I'm so fucking close!"

"Me too, Tori, me too!"

"Fuck, Tyler! I'm cumming! FUCK!" I don't think I breathed for a few minutes, memorizing this moment, watching Tori's orgasm rip through her. Her body tensed and she completely stopped moving for a few seconds, before moaning loudly and relaxing, then resuming much slower movements on her pussy.

"That was so fucking hot, Tori," I said, ramping myself up again. "I'm not going to last long."

"I want to watch you cum, Tyler."

I had been ready to reach for some tissues to cover myself, but I decided to take her words literally. I stroked myself a few more times before ropes of cum flew from me, splattering across my shirt, legs, and hands.

"Holy shit, Ty," Tori said. "That's fucking incredible."

We came down from our respective highs and then took in the scene. We were a mess, something we could laugh about a bit as we awkwardly cleaned up. I retrieved my shorts and found a new shirt, while Tori slipped her shorts back on.