Saturday Nights in the Dorm

Everyone on campus was starting to get that fever that grips you when a vacation is near. We still had a two full weeks ahead of us, and Thanksgiving break didn't officially start until the day before Thanksgiving, but plans were taking shape.

Tori had train tickets for Monday night before Thanksgiving, deciding she wanted to stick around for our class, just in case. Margo's train left Tuesday, taking her to Kansas City where she'd get picked up by her parents. Chase was flying back to the West Coast and his flight left Tuesday night.

That left Mark and Nikki, who were both from the Chicago suburbs. Things had been better between them the last few days, but there was no chance they were spending any part of the break together, even though their houses were only about 45 minutes apart. Nikki had decided to avoid any problems and not ask, and the idea probably didn't occur to Mark. Besides, he had plans to entertain someone else.

Me.

"Dude, you've got to come. No one should spend Thanksgiving alone," Mark said.

When Chase asked me when my flight left and I said "never" I was met with outrage. Did I hate my family? Thanksgiving? America?

I laughed as I calmly explained the logistics of things. Despite being not far from one of the largest airports in the world on this end, there was no straight shot to rural Idaho. I'd need at least one connection, if not two, just to land within a four-hour drive of my hometown.

It was basically an entire day of travel, coming and going, and flights around the holidays weren't exactly cheap to begin with. In the end, I'd have two days at home before I'd need to begin the trek back. It just wasn't worth it.

"I did the same thing last year. It's no big deal."

"Well, now I feel like an asshole," Mark said. "You should've come last year!"

I told him it was fine, and it was. I'd actually enjoyed myself. Campus couldn't totally shut down. There were athletics and other events going on, so the dorms and some dining halls needed to stay open. If you had to stick around, all you needed to do was register with the residence hall so they could keep an accurate count of the bodies that were supposed to be there. The dining hall even had turkey and all of the trimmings on Thanksgiving day.

The dorm was also pretty much abandoned. Last year it was only me and a guy named Greg from the second floor for four whole days. Both of us seemed content to share nothing more than a nod on the way back from a dining hall one day. The rest of the time, we enjoyed our solitude.

"Alright, alright," I said. "You just need to tell me exactly what combination of transportation I need to take, and when, to get me to and from your place, OK?"

"Nice! My mom is going to be thrilled. The only guy from school she's met has been Chase and, well, you know?"

Chase looked up from the TV. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Mark and I just laughed, while Chase added, "Not my fault she has the hots for me."

"Fuck you," Mark said.

"Bro, she's a MILF. Embrace it."

"And now you see why he's not invited to my house anymore."

I threw my hands up and left the room, not wanting any further part of that conversation.

The week was flying by, a good thing because I wasn't seeing a lot of Tori. We didn't have any extra study sessions set and she was spending a lot of her time with Margo. I didn't get any invitations to dinner, which I decided not to read anything into.

By the time Saturday rolled around, I was more than ready for quality time with my...Tori. We really didn't have any label that made sense. We weren't boyfriend/girlfriend. Chase kept calling us "fuck buddies" despite me making it abundantly clear we were not actually fucking.

It was pretty clear to me upon her arrival that our status in that regard wouldn't be changing tonight.

"What's wrong," I said immediately. Her eyes were puffy. She'd been crying.

"It's Margo. She's thinking about transferring."

"What!?! Sit down. Tell me everything."

It seemed Margo's off-hand remark about pursuing art history instead of engineering wasn't so off-hand after all. Despite her success in the major, Margo was hating everything about it, and the idea of spending her life in the field was suffocating.

Tori had spent a lot of time with Margo this week, acting as a sounding board as they worked through various options. Now, it seemed Margo had settled on two possibilities. She was either changing her major to art history and staying here, or transferring to another school altogether.

"I want her to be happy," Tori said, "but she's my best friend. I don't know how I'd be able to make it to graduation without her around!"

She was crying a bit again. Not out of control or anything, but it was pretty clear she was torn up. I obviously knew she and Margo were close - very close - in many different ways. College is tough enough, and when you find your people it's basically your family. Losing a family member is never easy.

We sat quietly for a long time. I just held Tori in my arms, slowly rubbing her back. There wasn't much of anything I could say. Whatever was going to happen here was going to happen, and if Margo ended up leaving it would crush Tori, but she'd eventually get through it. That's life. She knew that. It didn't need to be said. Right now, she just needed comfort.

"Tyler," she said, finally, "I know it's our Saturday night and all, but I'm really not feeling very...sexy."

I smiled. "Tori, I'm perfectly happy just spending this time in the same room with you, regardless of what we do, OK? No expectations."

She nodded. "Can we just watch something? Anything? Well, not anything. I don't feel like laughing. And nothing too serious. Just something, I don't know..."

I threw in one of the Harry Potter movies and we sat back. It was less than an hour before Tori was asleep in my arms. She'd obviously had a rough week.

Some guys might have been disappointed by this evening's events. To be completely honest, I had been looking forward to fooling around, and a part of me was sad we were missing out on that. The rest of me couldn't help but feel like this was a monumental step forward for us.

Tori came to me tonight. Not to study. Not to get off. For connection.

I wanted so badly to be with her, to become a couple. Strangely enough, I'd never felt closer to that than in this moment.

--

Margo didn't show up at the library on Sunday, which didn't do much to lighten Tori's mood. She didn't show up to class on Monday, either.

"She shot me a text today and said she was meeting with her advisor," Tori said. "I guess we'll just wait and see."

I wanted to reach out and hold Tori's hand, but I caught myself.

I got to the library that evening around 7 and made my way to our regular table. Tori arrived a few minutes later.

"Well?"

"I haven't heard anything," Tori said. "Let's just get started, OK?"

About 20 minutes later the stunning redhead appeared, carrying her regular bag of study materials. I took that as a decent sign as I smiled and nudged Tori.

"Look who's here."

Tori looked up hopefully and Margo smiled as she sat down next to her best friend.

"I figured I'd wait to tell you until we were here, so you wouldn't make a scene," Margo said, "so, here it is - I'm staying."

Tori shrieked and threw her arms around Margo, who laughed. I just sat back, smiling, and breathing a sigh of relief - both for the fact Tori's friend wasn't going anywhere and that my relationship guide was sticking around, too.

"What happened," Tori whispered, finally obeying the shouts of "quiet" from our fellow library patrons.

"Well, I am switching majors. I'm sorry, but I just can't imagine doing this stuff for the rest of my life. I know my future finances will rue this day, but I've got to at least try to be happy," Margo said. Tori was nodding enthusiastically. Margo could have told her just about anything right now. As long as she was staying, it would be fine with Tori.

"I talked to my advisor and, at this point, I can switch to art history next semester and still graduate on time. If I transferred somewhere else, I'd probably be a year behind, and I'd rather avoid the double whammy of another year of debt along with a less fruitful career," she said. "So, it'll be a very different class schedule, but I'll still be around. And then we'll be living together next year, too, right?"

Tori was beaming. I was happy, for sure, but more so for seeing Tori so happy than my own personal feelings.

"This is just the best news ever," Tori said, hugging Margo again. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Ditto," Margo said.

"I'm excited for you, Margo, and happy for all of us. It wouldn't have been the same without you," I said. "And don't worry about the financial stuff. You're going to crush it, just like you were crushing engineering. You're going to do important things. I know it."

Margo smiled. "Thanks, Tyler," she said, looking to Tori. "Does he always talk like that?"

"He's something," Tori said, grinning.

"No wonder you can't keep yourself out of his pants."

"Hey!" Tori smacked Margo on the arm, laughing, as I tried to contain myself. Our table was again drawing death stares from around the room.

"How about we get you caught up on today's lecture before we get kicked out of here?"

The rest of the week went smoothly and the three of us left after the exam Friday feeling supremely confident once again. We met up later for dinner to celebrate, while Margo talked excitedly about the courses she'd be taking in the spring.

This was certainly a different side of Margo, and it was now obvious how much her current courses were keeping her down. Margo was always fun to be around. Now she seemed truly alive.

I headed out that night with Mark and Chase and stayed out way, way too late, knowing I had no study sessions or much work at all that needed to get done for the rest of the weekend. It was early afternoon by the time I woke up, and there was a note under my door.

"Hey, Tyler! I knocked softly so I wouldn't wake you if you were really sleeping, and I take it you were. Was going to see if you wanted to grab a late breakfast. I'll head down around 10. If not, no worries. See you later! Tori"

Fuck! I fired off a quick text to apologize and smiled at the response. "No worries, sleepy head. Glad you got your rest. You're going to need it. xoxo Tori"

My stomach grumbled and I gathered myself to head to lunch. I was apparently going to need my energy tonight!

Tori arrived around 8:30 with popcorn in one hand and a bag under her arm. "This one's for later," she said, hiding it beneath the pillows on the vacant bed. "You ready to roll the movie?"

Shit! I'd totally forgotten it was "Return of the Jedi" night. I popped the DVD in and we settled back to watch the Original Trilogy's conclusion.

Tori again had a blast, especially when she noticed how much I enjoyed Princess Leia's bikini. "Mmmmm, no wonder you like these movies so much," she said, rubbing me through my shorts. "She's pretty fucking hot."

When it ended, Tori excused herself for a minute and upon returning locked the door behind her. "Close your eyes," she said.

After I very obviously failed to cooperate, she took my shirt off of me, folded it, and tied it around my head like a blindfold.

"No peeking!"

I could tell she was doing something with the secret bag she'd brought, but what, exactly, I wasn't sure. There were little noises here and there, a giggle every now and then, but mostly silence.

Suddenly, Tori kissed me hard on the mouth, surprising me. She lowered her head and nibbled on my nipples as her hands pushed my shorts to the floor. Tori traced her tongue down my body and then engulfed my cock with her mouth.

"Fuck, Tori, that feels amazing," I said. "Can I watch?"

"Nuh uh," she moaned as she sucked me.

I wasn't sure if she was kneeling, squatting, or just bending over. I heard a click and faint buzzing, and then felt her tracing her vibrator along my inner thighs. The sensation went away a moment later and Tori started moaning loudly, telling me her toy had found a familiar spot between her own legs.

I spent the next few minutes enjoying the feelings and sounds before Tori let my cock out of her mouth. I still wasn't sure what was going on, but then she removed my makeshift blindfold and, well, damn.

Tori stood before me, nude, with a collar around her neck. The collar was connected to chains, which connected to clamps, which were hanging off her nipples.

"Hey there," she said, giving the contraption a tug. Her eyes rolled back in her head a bit as she delighted in the sensation.

"You are so fucking hot."

She smiled and crawled onto the bed, and kept moving higher. Soon, her legs were on the sides of my head, her pussy inches from my face.

"I wanted to tell you a story tonight, Tyler," she said. "A very special story."

She lowered herself onto me, smothering my face. She was already soaked.

"It was last year, freshman year, and we had just gotten back from a party. Nikki was gone for the weekend, so Margo asked if she could just spend the night here instead of walking back across campus to her dorm."

No one was touching my cock, but it jerked, suddenly. Holy shit.

"We were pretty wasted and it had been raining that night. Our clothes were soaked. Margo had been wearing a white shirt and with the water, fuck, Tyler, you could see right through it." Tori was starting to grind on my face a little faster, the memories making her hotter. "I offered her one of my shirts to wear and she put it on, but you know how fucking big her tits are, Tyler. She was almost popping out and wasn't wearing a bra. I gave her a pair of shorts, and then slipped into my sleep clothes."

My cock was steel.

"Not that Nikki would have minded, but Margo said she didn't want to sleep in someone's bed without asking, so she shared mine. We laid down, drunk and shivering as we warmed up from the rain. We chatted about a couple of the guys who had been hitting on us and then, fuck, Tyler, it just happened. We kissed."

I had my hands on Tori's sides and was starting to feel around on her chest. I found the chain and gave some gentle tugs, which caused Tori to moan while she rode my mouth.

"At first we just laughed it off, but neither of us wanted to stop. We were all over each other, Tyler. I'd never been with a girl before, but it all just came so naturally with Margo. Fuck!"

I'd given the chain a harder pull while my tongue was probing her entrance. I made it as hard and firm as I could, and Tori started slowly bouncing up and down, fucking herself on my tongue.

"Before I knew what was happening, she was between my legs, Tyler. She was so, so fucking good. No one had ever eaten me out like that. I came so, so fucking hard, Tyler. Just right down the hall in that room, Tyler. She was eating me out, licking my pussy, making me scream, Tyler! Fuck!"

Tori was really riding my face now. She was getting close.

"It was my turn to go down on her and it was so, so fucking hot. God, her pussy tasted so good! She was grabbing her tits, twisting her nipples, begging me to fuck her with my fingers while I licked her. When she came she wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed so hard, Tyler, I thought I was going to pass out. Tyler! Tyler! Fuck, Tyler! I'm so fucking close!"

I moaned approvingly as she bounced on my face. This was fucking awesome. I was basically being used for her pleasure right now and I loved every second of it.

"FUUUUCKKK!!! TYLER!!! YEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" Tori slammed her pussy onto my mouth when she came. I just laid back and enjoyed as she spasmed against me.

Tori shuffled herself back, straddling my chest, and kissed me. "Did you like my story?"

"Fuck, Tori, you can tell me that one again, and again, and again, anytime."

She laughed. "Let's make more of our own instead."

Tori moved quickly and now was between my legs, sucking me off. I was more than a little amped up.

"Tori, fuck, you have me so fucking turned on already."

"Mmm hmmmm," she said, popping off of me. "I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard, Tyler."

Tori shoved my legs apart and traced her tongue around my balls while she continued to stroke me. Her mouth was all over me! She sped up her strokes and a moment later I felt it, her tongue grazing my asshole. It was...it was...it was fucking incredible.

"Holy fuck, Tori, don't fucking stop! Don't fucking stop! Fuck!"

She moaned excitedly, her hand flying up and down on my cock.

"Do you like this, Tyler? What's your favorite part? You like hearing all about me and Margo?"

I groaned as she stroked me.

"You like picturing it? What are you thinking about? Is it me on top of her incredible body, my tongue on her pussy while she has her hands all over her big, beautiful breasts?"

"Holy shit, Tori."

"Or are you thinking of what it would look like, me on my back, Margo's tight ass in the air, her red head between my thighs as she eats me out? My body thrashing around when I cum so, so fucking hard."

"Toriiiii..."

"Or did you just like feeling my tongue in your ass while I jerk you off, Tyler?"

"FUCK!"

"Mmmmm, how about all of it, hmmm, Tyler? Imagine what it would be like. Margo eating me out while I suck your cock...while I lick your ass..."

A second later I felt Tori's tongue again.

"Fuck, Toriiiiiii!!! FUCK!" Just as Tori had promised, I came really, really fucking hard. My cock exploded as she pumped me, my body overloading. My cum splattered across my stomach, my legs, and Tori's face. She slowly lifted her head, her tongue trailing across the underside of my cock, smiling.

"That was soooo hot, Tyler." With that, she ducked her head to my torso, licking up my cum, sending shivers through me. She laid down next to me, paused for a moment, and then leaned in. I met her for a kiss.

"I don't deserve you," I said as I caught my breath. "You're absolutely amazing in every way."

"Mmmmm, you're not so bad yourself. Glad you enjoyed it. I know I did."

I helped her remove the nipple clamps, which she told me she'd purchased at a sex shop downtown last semester. "This is the first time I've used them with someone other than Margo." She laughed as my eyes went wide. "Maybe if you're lucky I'll tell you that story some other time."

"Do you have to leave for Thanksgiving," I said. "Just think, we could have the whole dorm to ourselves? It would be like living in a giant mansion...one that we would be locked out of nearly every room, but still."

"Oh, I wish, but some of us don't have a cool excuse to stick around like you, Mr. Idaho. All I need to do is get on the train and I'm back in Wisconsin in a little more than an hour."

"Fucking Amtrak," I said, and we laughed. "I'm going to miss you next week."

"I'm going to miss you. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you."

"I can't wait."