Saturday Nights in the Dorm

Things were changing, and for the better. Tori and I enjoyed breakfast together Sunday morning before we met with Margo at the library. Then in class on Wednesday, Tori asked me if I'd join her for dinner that night.

I was quick to say yes, of course. When I arrived at the dining hall I was pleasantly surprised (no offense intended, of course) that Margo was nowhere to be seen.

For the second time in just a matter of days, Tori and I were dining together. Sure, it was a campus dining hall, but these shared meals, along with the wild night we'd had Saturday, made it hard to think she wasn't pushing things toward the "relationship" category.

I held back as best I could. My heart was screaming to ask Tori out on a proper date, to sweep her off her feet, to profess my honest feelings. My brain kept reminding me of my talk with Margo, how she preached patience, to let Tori set the pace.

Just like last time we'd had dinner, they were again chasing us out of the dining hall well after it closed. We met around 7 and were still engrossed in conversation after 10:30, when they literally turned the lights out on us.

We strolled back to the dorm, got off the elevator, lingered a few minutes more, and then said our "goodnights." I stood in the hall, watching Tori as she walked to her door. She put the key in, looked back, and seemed surprised to find me still standing there. I smiled and waved, gestures she returned before she disappeared inside.

Back in my room I was in conflict. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest when I was around Tori, and when we were apart all I found myself doing was thinking about the next time I'd see her. I'd never felt this way about anyone before. And she's asking me to meals, twice in a week! I thought back to my misreading of all the early signs in our Saturday nights together. Am I again risking being late to act?

There was one way to find out. I rifled through some papers until I found the one I was looking for, picked up my phone, and dialed.

"It's about damn time," the voice said. "He hot dog your butt buns again, or what?"

"Huh? Margo?"

"Shit! Tyler?!? Damn it," Margo said. "Umm...hello!"

"Hello...wait, what did you...hey!"

"I told you, slugger," Margo said, laughing, "Tori and I talk about everything, and I meant everything. I figured this was her calling to fill me in on how your, how'd she put it, 'just a casual meal between friends,' went. You two are really entertaining, you know that?"

"That's why I'm calling. I need your help."

"Uh oh. Did something happen?"

"No. Yes. I don't know? I mean, nothing bad happened. We just talked about stuff, you know?"

"Uh huh."

"And I just, Margo...fuck. I am trying to keep to what you told me before, and I really appreciate what you told me before, because I probably would have fucked this up by now otherwise. I just don't want to, I don't know...she's asked me to get food with her twice this week already. I feel like that's a sign. I don't want her to think I'm not interested. Because, Margo, I really, really am."

There was a long silence. "Margo, are you still there?"

"Sorry, just hard to talk through the big smile on my face," she said. "It's sweet of you to call, and I get it, but I stand by what I said before, OK?"

"You're sure?"

"Listen, if I get any sense from Tori that she's questioning where things stand, or thinks you're dragging your feet, I promise I will tell you, OK?"

"OK."

"You've got to trust me. I think she's getting there, opening herself up to it all, but she's in a weird place. If you go too hard, too fast, I'm afraid she'll shut down."

"Alright," I said. "Thanks, Margo. You're a good friend."

"I know, I'm too good for either of you. Gotta go. Tori might already be trying to call. And be careful, you don't want to chafe your dick."

"Huh?" The line went dead before I caught on. When I did, I just shook my head and laughed. Those two really did talk about everything, didn't they?

--

Another weekend had arrived and Saturday was off to its usual start in the library. We had two weeks to go until our third exam of the semester and, while not as intense as the mid-term, we knew we needed to dig in to get ready for any tricks Benson could throw at us.

All three of us had aced the mid-term. Like, literally aced it. We'd each lost a handful of points, but it was on such trivial stuff we'd decided Benson had marked against us out of spite because we'd done so well.

With 60% of our grade in the books, we'd basically clinched passing. Now it became about leaving our mark on the course and securing some big points for our futures. Before entering academia, Benson had been a giant in the engineering field and remained connected. It was well known that the top students in his class got letters of recommendation to the most coveted internship opportunities.

We decided to meet again on Sunday and hold our typical Tuesday/Thursday library sessions this week before adding extra study sessions in the week leading up to the exam. Then, barring something unforeseen, we'd take a few days off until after Thanksgiving break. When we returned, the sprint would be on for the final.

"It's weird to think about this being over," Tori said. "Everyone says if you get through this course, the rest of the core classes are nothing. They can't all be that easy, right?"

"I think it's more about having put you through the fire with this one," I said. "If you survive and learn how to succeed, you're set up to handle whatever stands between you and graduation day."

"If you say so," Margo said. "I'm really thinking I made a mistake when I decided against art history."

"You can't be serious? You're a natural at this stuff," Tori said. "You're going to have crazy job offers in a couple of years. It will all be worth it."

"I guess," Margo said. "Being a natural is one thing. Being happy is another. Don't we deserve to be happy?"

"My dad always said 'joy doesn't pay the bills,'" I said. "You can tell he's a really happy guy, right?"

We laughed as we left the library. Tori and Margo had something for their art history club and would be spending the afternoon at the campus gallery, so I made my way back to the dorm to clean up and prepare myself for whatever the night had in store.

"Well, fuck you, then!" Nikki nearly collided with me outside the elevator as she stormed down the hall.

"Nikki, just chill, will you? I didn't mean anything by it," Mark called after her.

"Fuck off, asshole!"

Mark sighed and rubbed his neck as I looked at him, wincing. "I'd ask if everything was alright, but..."

"Yeah, I just said something I shouldn't have," Mark said. "Fuck. I didn't want to piss her off like that. I also have no desire to go to some stupid fall dance."

"She asked you? OK. What did you say?"

"I told her I'd rather get punched in the dick by Chase for eternity than spend a night around all of those sappy, pathetic couples."

"Ouch."

"I was just trying to get a laugh," Mark said, "and to be fair, it did...from Chase. From Nikki? Not so much."

"Apparently."

Fuck," Mark said, turning to stalking off to his room.

I walked to my door and paused, looking back down the hall. Who was I to be giving relationship advice? Then again, I knew Tori wasn't going to be back to give her roommate someone to vent to for quite a while. And I did have at least some insight to offer about Mark...

Against my better judgment, I headed down the hall and rapped on the door to Nikki and Tori's room.

"Go the fuck away, Mark," Nikki said, "or your boyfriend punching you in the dick is gonna be the least of your problems."

I thought about walking away, but then realized she thought this was Mark and doing so could land him in even deeper shit than he was now. "Uh, Nikki, sorry, it's Tyler."

She opened the door, her eyes red. "Oh, sorry, Tyler. Tori's not back yet..."

"I know. She's at some kind of art history thing. Can I talk to you quick?"

Her smile evaporated and she eyed me suspiciously. "If you're here to defend your boy, it's not going to work."

I put my hands up. "I come in peace, not defending anyone. Just thought I could share some information."

She stared at me for a minute, then sighed. "Fine. But watch yourself, Tyler. I'm not the one in this room obsessed with you."

Obsessed? That categorization rocked me a bit as I closed the door behind me.

Nikki was, by any definition, beautiful. She had olive skin and dark brown hair she often wore up in a bun, showing off her angular facial features, not to mention a killer body.

If looks weren't impressive enough, Nikki was a stone-cold genius. Tori had mentioned several times her roommate was on a pre-law track, and it fit. Nikki was miles ahead of any one of us in brains.

Bigger than her breasts or brains, though, was her temper, which was on a quick trigger I was risking to test right now.

"Again, to be clear, I am not here defending Mark."

"Uh huh." She had her back turned to me as she organized some papers on her desk.

"Listen, Nikki, I don't think he'll tell you this, because I don't think he's really able to yet, but Mark is crazy about you."

"He has a funny fucking way of showing it," Nikki seethed, spinning to face me. "What were the words he used? 'Sappy.' 'Pathetic.' Fuck him."

I grimaced. Yeah, not the best choice of words. "Do you remember what Mark was like last year?"

Nikki thought for a minute. "No, I can't say I remember very much about him from freshman year."

I smiled. "Exactly. Mark left his dorm room for two reasons last year: To drink and to get food. He barely went to class, needed to work his ass off the last two months to avoid failing out, and spent about 95% of his waking hours playing video games."

"Your defense of Mark is that he was, and remains, a total loser? Gee, Tyler, great argument. Please close the door behind you."

"Hang on, please," I begged. "First of all, again, not defending him. And second of all, do you know what got him to change this year?"

"Academic probation?"

"No," I said, "you."

Nikki looked a little surprised, but I saw her defenses come down just a bit. I continued.

"Never, ever tell him I told you this, but it's pretty clear the only reason Mark started to get his act together was to impress you. He probably isn't even aware of it, and his brain isn't ready to go headfirst into something serious yet, but when he gets there, it's going to be for you...that is, if you haven't given up on him."

Incredibly enough, Nikki looked to be seriously considering what I was telling her. If nothing else, she was no longer fuming.

"So, and do with this what you will, kick his ass for saying dumb shit, no doubt." She laughed. "But if you give him some room, I think you'll be happy in the long run."

She didn't say anything for a long while and it felt weird standing there in her room. After a few minutes, I turned to leave.

"Tyler?"

I stopped. "Yeah."

"Thank you," she said. "That actually makes a lot of sense. Sometimes I get so focused on the future I forget about where we all really are in our lives."

"Understandable."

"And Tyler," she continued, "please forget what I said about Tori being obsessed with you. I didn't mean that. I was just venting. I'm sorry."

"You don't tell Mark we had this conversation and neither of us has anything to worry about. Deal?"

She smiled. "Deal."

--

Tori arrived at my room a little before 9 and without a word gave me a tender kiss and warm embrace.

"You're really something, you know that," she said.

I smiled, though I was confused. "I mean, if you say so..."

"Nikki told me you went down to talk to her about Mark. You're a good friend, Ty."

"Those two are meant for each other," I said, "if they don't kill each other first."

We hopped onto my bed and fired up the DVD player. By Tori's request, tonight's feature was "The Empire Strikes Back," and she lit up when I told her it was not only my favorite, but widely considered the best in the franchise.

It was fun experiencing these things with someone who had little to no knowledge of something that had been a huge part of my childhood. Tori gripped me tightly when Han Solo was frozen in carbonite, and I could feel her tense up when Luke and Darth Vader had their lightsaber duel.

When Vader revealed he was Luke's father, she actually screamed, "What the fuck!?! NOOOOOOO!"

"You seriously never heard the line, 'Luke, I am your father,'" I said, doing my best James Earl Jones impression. "How is that possible?"

"I'd HEARD it, but I never really paid attention to what it meant, and obviously didn't have the context!"

We'd been gently caressing each other throughout the movie, and now that the screen was black we'd gotten on to other activities. We made out for a long while, playfully kissing and touching, before we started helping each other out of our clothes.

"Lay down," Tori said. "I want to try something new tonight."

I smiled and followed her commands, and a moment later watched her pivot and turn her ass toward me. Looking back, she positioned her legs on either side of my head, and lowered her pussy to my mouth. Wasting no time I quickly grabbed her hips, drove my tongue into her opening and then wiggled it against her clit.

"Oh, fuuuuuucccckkkkk," Tori moaned, grinding herself on my face. "This is going to be a lot harder than I thought."

I felt her body shift forward and suddenly her tits were mashed against my torso. She grabbed my cock and started licking me softly.

"Holy shit, Tori, that feels so good," I said as I moved my mouth from her crotch.

A few seconds later she took my cock into her mouth and I returned mine to her pussy. It was our first 69, and it was both fucking fantastic and exceedingly difficult. It's sexy and fun, don't get me wrong. I'd gladly sign up for a lifetime of 69ing with this girl. But it's also very mentally taxing.

On one end of my body, I felt immense pleasure and part of me wanted nothing more than to lay my head back and enjoy Tori's excellent oral skills. Then on the other end I had a faceful of her fantastic pussy, which I not only wanted to greedily consume, but required some focus to properly get her off.

The difficulties, though, paled in comparison to the fun. We took turns, with Tori popping off my cock for a bit to grind herself on my face, something I don't think I could ever get enough of. It was so fucking sexy. At other times I needed to pull back, as Tori took as much of me as possible into her throat, or stroked me hard and fast, to avoid cumming on the spot.

We didn't communicate anything in advance, but the longer it went the more it felt like both of us wanted to be sure we came together. I was picking up some familiar cues from Tori that she was on her way there, but not nearly as close as I was to firing a load down her throat.

I knew I needed to do something to speed her up. I'd been clumsily probing her pussy with a finger for a while now, and withdrew it to move upwards. I rubbed around a few times while Tori moaned enthusiastically on my cock, then pushed my finger into her ass.

"OH FUCK, TYLER! FUCK," she shouted, taking me out of her mouth and pumping me hard. "Don't fucking stop! That feels so fucking good!"

Tori was bucking her body back toward me a bit as I fucked her ass with my finger, my tongue still licking aggressively at her clit. I felt her catching up as her moans became more urgent.

On the other end of my body, Tori's mouth was all over my cock, her hand pumping me as she sucked. Her other hand had been occasionally stroking my legs and balls, and now I felt it moving lower.

Oh fuck! I felt Tori's finger under my balls, inching slowly, tentatively. I'd never thought about anal play on myself, and my not-quite-20-year-old brain struggled to process what that said about me.

As if hearing my internal dilemma, Tori was moving very, very slowly. If I gave one false move, I knew she'd pull back and that would be the end of it. A loud voice in my head urged me to shut her down.

Then again, what the fuck, why not? If you don't like it, don't do it again. She obviously seems to like when I do it to her.

I relaxed myself and I think Tori sensed that, as it wasn't long before her finger was gently rubbing my asshole. I didn't hate it. I wasn't sure if I liked it. It felt...well, I don't exactly know how it felt.

I continued working my tongue on her clit while I gently maneuvered my finger in and out of her backside. On the other end, Tori was sucking me hard and fast, one hand stroking my cock, while the other teased me.

We were both getting closer when I felt Tori push the tip of her finger inside.

"TORIIIIIIII," I shouted into her pussy, "HERE I FUCKING CUM!!!"

All I heard was a loud "MMMM HMMMM" from the other end, her mouth suctioned on my cock, while her pussy quickly rocked on my face. As I fired ropes of cum into her mouth I felt Tori's body tense, her moans coming quickly, as she rode out her own orgasm.

When we finally came down Tori rolled off me, trying to catch her breath. As I'd been the one laying down and in a far less physically taxing position, I crawled to the opposite end of the bed to be next to her, kissing her gently on the cheek.

"That was awesome," I said. We shared a laugh and then, furthering our laughter, high-fived.

"God, Tyler, that was so intense. Having you in my mouth. Then your mouth, your fingers...and then your finger in my ass. Fuck."

"There was a lot happening. All of it good."

"Yeah?" She looked at me. "All of it?"

I smiled. "I mean, I think so...is that weird?"

She laughed and shook her head. "Nope." She smiled. "Ain't nothing wrong with what makes you feel good, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise." She kissed me and sat back. "Some smart guy I know once told me that."

I smiled, remembering our conversation when Tori was having something of a crisis about her own feelings toward sex.

"Well, that smart guy is very lucky to have such an amazing girl to share these experiences with," I said, kissing her on the forehead.

She looked me in the eyes. There was something different in hers tonight. Not bad different. Just something I hadn't seen before. They looked, I don't know, softer, somehow. She leaned in and gave me a long kiss before tucking her head into my shoulder.

"I think we're both pretty lucky," she said.

We spent the next hour or so snuggling together. The TV continued in the background, but we paid it little attention. Instead, we were engrossed in conversation, much like the ones we'd had in the dining halls.

It seemed Margo's sister, Faith, had been accepted to graduate school here and would join their plans for an off-campus apartment next year. There's would be a two-bedroom place. Neither Margo or Faith had any desire to share a room, confirming Margo's earlier feelings, and Tori and Nikki had already had a tough conversation about splitting up.

"We get along great, so it sucks," Tori said, "but we also really wanted to divide the rent four ways, so it'll be what it'll be."

Given how close Tori and Margo had become, it just made sense for them to share a room, putting Nikki in with Faith, who had already said many times she didn't expect to be around much given all of the different courses and projects she'd be managing.

"So, Nikki will pretty much have her own room," Tori said, "which she's certainly looking forward to."

"It definitely has its perks," I said, gazing at Tori's nude body in my arms.

Our hands eventually started roaming once again. Tori had been laying against my chest, my arm wrapped around her, and I began rubbing and squeezing her nipple.

"Tyler, fuuuuuck," Tori moaned. She reached down to my cock, now hard again, and started stroking me, while I reached my free hand between her legs and found her clit.