About eight o'clock that same night Victoria Bennett was slowly walking back to the room she shared with Penny, returning from an evening class and pleased that the night was warm. That was one of the strange things here, she thought to herself. The breeze died down in the evenings and it was often warmer than in the day. Victoria found she was quite comfortable wearing only a sweater and short skirt.
A troubled look came over the blonde girl's beautiful face as she took the path that would lead her back to her room. That whole business of this afternoon still troubled her and she knew it would be a little embarrassing when she had to face Penny. She hadn't seen her dark-haired roommate since they had parted in a huff earlier in the day. What had happened anyhow? Even though Victoria found her more knowledgeable friend's speech and manner a little shocking at times, she was very fond of the other girl, knowing she had no meanness or cruelty in her heart at all. It was just that she was so totally devoted to sensual pleasures, a complete sybarite.
That was understandable to the young blonde coed, because she was human herself. And if she still carefully guarded her virginity, it was more from a standpoint of caution than any kind of inbred frigidity. No, she could understand some of the emotions that moved Penny even if she disapproved of the girl's actions. After all, who was she to throw stones, Victoria thought a little guiltily, as she remembered the lustful storms of bottled-up passion that swept over her from time to time. For more than two years now there had been no other way to still the desperate cravings that periodically wracked her developing body but to… Victoria's innocent young mind could not even form the forbidden word "masturbate", although vivid images shot through her mind of the lewd way she satisfied herself time after time with her own fingers. With a little shiver the beautiful young student put these thoughts from her mind, knowing that if she continued to think this way she would end up going back to the room to once again search out the forbidden gratification.
Maybe it had been Penny's obscene comments about Ben Wright that had so upset her. Victoria liked the campus cop and had had several quiet conversations with him. Despite his mature age, Ben seemed awkward and shy around girls, almost as if he were some young teenage boy about to ask for his first date.
Not much was known for certain about Ben, but rumors abounded, most of them too preposterous to believe. Some of the more romantic girls like to believe that Ben had been shattered by an early tragic life and had chosen to live out the remainder of his life in simple poverty, accompanied only by his dog and his memories. But the most persistent and believable stories were those that claimed that many years before Ben had been a promising young literature professor and poet, but that a drinking problem had brought him to ruin. A drinking problem and an unfortunate tendency to seduce the younger and prettier girls in his classes. Supposedly he had finally got pregnant the daughter of an influential and wealthy University Trustee and that meant the end of his career as a teacher. Yet Ben had been unable to leave campus life completely and had supposedly drifted from one college to another performing menial jobs. His past was mostly forgotten now and this job as watchman at Seaside College was the best he'd found in a long time. If Ben drank now, Victoria thought to herself, he must do it pretty secretly. Sometimes he did seem to walk a little strangely, with a funny look on his face, but that was mostly late in the evenings and on weekends.
Ben must have been a really handsome man at one time, the young girl thought. His hair, even though gray, was still fairly thick and traces of what must have been its original deep brown color showed through. Even though his body was a little heavy, it was the heaviness of a big man, not a fat one, and the way he sometimes moved, especially if the day was nice and he was feeling good, hinted at the grace and style that must have been his before the alcohol ruined him. That ruin showed mostly in his face, which was heavily lined and bore a gaunt, haunted look. His mind seemed to have been burned out a little also, so that his speech would ramble from time to time. But all in all he was a gentle man and young Victoria had found a special place in her heart for him. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew she liked this relationship because it was safe. All of the innocent young girl's natural cravings drew her toward men, her awakened hormones building an appreciation into her vibrant young senses for the deep sound of a masculine voice, the virile odor, the size and power of males. Victoria instinctively knew that if she let herself go she would find herself helplessly wanting to be made love to, and she was frightened of that.
That's why it was safe with Ben. How could anyone her age imagine making love to an old, ruined man like Ben Wright? And that was the reason for her friendship with the older man and perhaps also the reason she had so stupidly blown up when Penny had made her disturbing remark about Ben's… condition. Victoria didn't want anyone reminding her about that other aspect to Ben's maleness that she had carefully screened from her mind.
These thoughts were still running through the confused young girl's head as she approached the dormitory where she and Penny lived with some twenty other girls, a small wooden building in a eucalyptus grove. To get to her room it was necessary to go around to the back of the building. She and Penny had been lucky enough to get the most secluded room in the dorm. Not only did they have a private entrance but the whole back wall of the room was made up of sliding glass doors that opened out onto a small lawn ringed by trees. Victoria noticed as she passed that the drapes were drawn over the windows, which was strange, because Penny was something of an exhibitionist and would often undress with the drapes wide open, saying that no one ever came back behind the building anyhow, so why worry. Penny seemed to be home, since there was the dim glow of a light shining through the curtains.
The young blonde entered an outside door and stepped into a narrow hall that made two sharp turns before it finally ended before the door of her room. She was just reaching for the knob, trying to decide how she would act with Penny when she suddenly froze in shock.
My God, was that a moan she had just heard inside?
The startled girl stood for a moment, frozen into immobility, then suddenly heard it again.
"Oooooohhhhh," the tortured sound floated out from behind the door in front of her, and it was unmistakably Penny's voice! Lurid images of her good friend injured, raped, stricken by some horrible illness flashed through Victoria's mind and she had just broken her reverie and was starting to rush into the room when she heard Penny's voice once again.
"Oooooohhhhh, Jimmy, it feels so good. Suck it harder, stick your tongue up my cunt and make me cum."
A bright flush mounted to Victoria's ivory cheeks as she heard these lewd words coming from her friend's lips just a few feet away. Her roommate had a boy in there and it must be that awful Jimmy Philips who was always smirking at the girls on campus. Victoria detested him because of the way he would often undress her with his eyes, making her feel naked in front of everybody. And now he was in her room, the room she shared with Penny, doing something awful and obscene to her roommate that she could only guess at. The horrified young girl wanted at that moment to get back into the clean night air and was backing slowly down the hall when she heard Penny moan out again.
"God, lick me until I can't stand it anymore and then stick your beautiful cock in me and fill me with cum." Victoria could actually hear Penny panting through the door, her breathing ragged and uneven, giving little choking whimpers like a suffering animal. To her further horror, Victoria found herself unable to move, a kind of tingling numbness stealing over her legs so that she could only stand there in the hall listening to the lewd exciting sounds coming from the other side of the door while her mind formed wild images of what must be going on in that room.
Penny was probably naked, Victoria reasoned, her beautiful body spread in some lewd posture on the bed and maybe Jimmy was naked too, crouched above her, his tousled blond head buried between Penny's slender writhing legs. If Jimmy was naked then he probably had an erection, and the tortured young girl in the hall could not help but wonder just what it must look like. How big was it? How thick? How long? Victoria had seen very few male penises and never one fully erect, except once in a pornographic magazine she had accidentally opened. To the young girl's shocked amazement, she found that the thought of a male penis, even the hated Jimmy's, coupled with the sounds of wanton pleasure coming from her beautiful roommate's lips were causing strange electric tremors to start high up between her trembling legs.
Victoria pressed her thighs tightly together to try to stop the wild feelings growing there but that was a mistake, because the increased pressure on her tender pussy lips only caused new sharp jolts of pleasure to flood up into her now hot little belly. The petrified girl was afraid to make the slightest additional movement so she stood paralyzed, her knees pressed together, her body bent a little forward at the waist, her hands held out from her body in indecision. All this time she could not help but think about what was going on in the other room and how wickedly, sinfully good it must feel to have someone make love to you the way Jimmy was making love to Penny.
Oh God, the tortured young girl thought, if I only had the courage to let a boy make love to me. Many had tried, but each time, Victoria had become frightened by the gasping sound of the heavy uncontrolled breathing of the inexperienced boys, and by the brutal way they pawed her tender young body in their juvenile haste. Victoria knew she needed what Penny was getting in the other room, but something inside her made her draw the line at getting it from a real flesh and blood boy. She knew if she gave in with a boy, he would talk about her, brag to the other boys and she couldn't stand the thought of being the verbal plaything of all the leering young louts on campus. For her it would take a shining Prince Charming, made of dreams, or… her own self.
Almost involuntarily her hands stirred at her sides and moved slowly up to cup her firm, high-set young breasts through her clothes. A little shiver of sensual delight ran through the beautiful coed's vibrant young body as her trembling fingers pressed slowly into the soft resilient flesh. Then her groping fingertips searched for a moment, looking for the growing buds of her hidden nipples and softly, insistently tweaked them into pebble-hard erection while all the time her senses remained glued to the lewdly exciting sounds coming from behind the door.
Unsatisfied with caressing her breasts through her clothes, the now-gasping young teenager slid her hands down to her waist and reached up under her sweater, working her brassiere up and over her quivering breasts, gasping with shock as her cool fingers came into contact with her throbbingly erect nipples. With mad desire, she began to roll the nakedly hardened little buds between her fingertips, her exposed white midriff shuddering from the power of the delicious sensations beginning to permeate her entire body.
Slowly the overwhelmed young girl sank to her knees in the dark hallway, her hand working furiously over her breasts, her head back, her eyes half-closed with passion and the tip of her tiny pink tongue flickering nervously over her full parted lips. Penny's moans from the other room had become louder now, kind of a strangled animal wailing, and through the door her kneeling roommate thought she could make out the obscene wet sucking sounds as Jimmy burrowed his tongue ever deeper into her roommate's cunt.
Victoria was sitting on her heels now and she spread her knees wide, feeling the nylon crotchband of her panties stretch tightly across the soft sensitive flesh of her pubic mound, sensing the smooth material slipping up into the tender cleft between her cuntal lips. The panting girl moved one hand down from her straining breasts and slid it slowly over the velvety skin of her inner thigh, almost gasping aloud as her thumbnail flicked accidentally across her panty-clad clitoris. She then slowly, deliberately, ran her nails up and down over the thin nylon covering her most intimate parts, shivering each time they scratched over the tiny nerve-filled center of her passion. When she could stand it no more, Victoria insistently worked the tip of one finger up underneath the tight legband of her desire-soaked panties and buried it deep between her throbbing pussy lips. The writhing girl did moan out loud this time and froze for a moment, afraid that the lovers in the other room might have heard her, but there was no let-up in the steady chorus of gasps and pants and lewd slurps filtering through the door.
Without waiting a second longer, Victoria thrust her rigid middle finger deep up into her waiting vaginal passage, her whole back arching in answer to the deep flood of liquid pleasure that coursed through her nerves at her own seductive touch. The panting young blonde knelt for a moment, completely still, paralyzed by the exquisite sensations of complete sexual arousal, she felt, then she began to move the finger inside her clasping cuntal orifice in small little circles, stretching the opening wider and wider until she was able to worm in another finger up beside the first.
From behind the door, the sounds of Penny's passion started to assume a regular air as the girl began a chanting moan in response to whatever her boy friend, Jimmy was doing to her. Victoria picked up the rhythm of those passionate gasps and, with the crotchband of her panties twisted out of the way, began to ram her fingers in and out of her own wetly sucking cunt while her other hand danced more and more wildly over her nakedly swollen breasts, massaging them into a painful hardness that she would never have believed possible.
In and out, in and out, the young blonde's wetly glistening fingers flashed, keeping time to her friend's passionate gasps and moans so invisibly near. Victoria was staring straight off into space now, her eyes vacant and unseeing as if her whole soul were focused on some distant horizon. The wild ramming of her fingers into her own pussy increased in tempo as the sounds behind the door grew louder and louder and it was clear to the writhing blonde coed that something was going to have to give soon, either with her or with Penny. Her roommate's choking cries were reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could only mean she was nearing orgasm while a burning pressure was building, building far up inside Victoria's hotly churning belly, demanding release, demanding that she end it. And then it happened.
"Oh, Jimmy! Ooohhh, G-God… I'm going to cum… going to cum… going to…cuuuuuummmmmm!" Penny's delirious cry came knifing through the closed door and then trailed off into a strangled gasp. Even to Victoria's lust-drugged senses it was possible to hear the wild crashing of the bed springs as the other girl thrashed wildly in completely abandoned fulfillment.
This was the moment her secretly listening roommate had been waiting for and she thrust her fingers as far up inside herself as they would go, almost as if she were trying to puncture some illusory bubble of passion and let out all its wild force. And then it hit her, the first incredible shock of her orgasm. Victoria's straining stomach muscles sucked in as if she had been struck in the belly and her whole body stiffened and arched backward. Trying not to scream out in her passion, the ecstatic young blonde cruelly bit her own lips to choke off any sound as with wide-staring, unseeing eyes, she threw back her head so that the cords in her neck stood out like ropes. She had just enough presence of mind left to thrust her two fingers once more, hard up into her spasming cunt and then she was completely out of control, her body jerking and twitching as wave after wave of hot seething sensations ran a desperate race over her burning nerve-paths. The beautiful young blonde's knees automatically opened wider as if she were welcoming some invisible lover up between them, and then she could feel the hot gush of her own orgasmic juices pouring over her hand, soaking her tight-stretched panties and smearing down over the smooth skin of her quivering young thighs.
Victoria had no idea how long it went on but then she was suddenly aware that there was silence from behind the door to her room and she froze once again, afraid that the two illicit lovers inside might have heard her. But then a low hum of intimate whispering began inside the room, and the kneeling blonde coed knew they were too wrapped up in what they were doing to have heard anything. Still, the now exhausted Victoria realized that she had better not remain kneeling here in the dormitory hallway, her hand thrust obscenely under her panties and her sweater pushed high over her naked breasts.
With a regretful sigh, the satiated young girl pulled her trembling fingers from her sucking vagina. They slithered out wetly, almost as if her pussy did not want them to go and still tried for one last nibble, like a baby's mouth searching for the withdrawn nipple of its mother's breast.
Victoria got shakily to her feet and slid her cum-soaked panties back over her still-throbbing vaginal mound, wincing a little as the material slipped once again between the sensitively swollen cuntal lips. She turned quickly back toward the building entrance, smoothing her sweater and brassiere back down into place as she walked. What she would do, she thought, was take a quick turn around the building to get her breathing under control and then come back to the room again, making as much noise as possible this time. Some little spark of venom inside her prompted her to break up the illicit love-making going on inside the room – her room as well as Penny's. And perhaps the thought of that grinning ape, Jimmy Philips, making love to her roommate in her room – and, horrible thought, maybe even on her bed, was enough to make the young blonde finish her walk quickly and head straight back to the dorm. All the time, though, the self-righteous teenager knew that there was a secret core of jealousy to her emotions, jealousy not of Jimmy, but of the fact that she had to satisfy herself with her own hands while her sexually precocious roommate practically rolled in boys.