Night in the Dorm

Night, street, streetlight... Romance, and here I am lying in a stuffy room of a women's dormitory, unable to sleep after a hard day of study and work. For relaxation and good sleep, I need something more than mindlessly counting sheep. A thought flashes: "What if I finally open that bottle of wine that's been waiting under the bed for a special occasion for two years?" My hand was already reaching down, but then my gaze briefly falls on Svetka's bed, where my friend has long been asleep, snoring softly on her side. And I can't take my eyes off her thigh, slightly peeking out from under the sheet.

Oh, that ladybug... I've seen it a million times. But now, in this lunar

light, her skin seemed so pale and smooth, and the tattoo seemed to come alive, that I wanted to touch it. The undrunk wine went to my head. On my knees, slowly, so as not to wake her, I crawl over to Svetka's bed. I touch her buttock first with my middle finger, then my index finger, and then gently stroke the ladybug with all my fingers, barely touching the soft skin.

Whether it was my touches or a pleasant dream, Svetka let out a slight moan in her sleep. That moan seemed to urge me not to stop and to continue what I had started. I don't know if I thought at that moment about how all the men had gotten on my nerves and why not try something new, but my hand clearly wasn't up for reflection. With my thumb, I slightly lifted the sheet and my palm slowly moved along her thigh to her knee and back, smoothly approaching the coveted goal.

Then my Svetik turns onto her back in her sleep, bending one leg at the knee, as if opening up to my touches. But stopping stroking her thigh, I look at her gently trembling eyelashes, notice her slightly quickened breathing. I see how her full breasts rise under the sheet, I can't resist, I slip my other hand just above her chest and, barely touching, run one finger down. Pausing slightly on her nipple, I feel it harden under my fingers. Continuing to caress her breast, I finally approach the coveted little star.

With light touches, I first run my fingers over her upper lips, then her lower ones, find her clitoris and feel such warm wetness under my fingers that I wanted to lick them. Before I could bring my hand to my lips, I suddenly hear Svetka's whisper: "Don't stop, please, keep going." At that moment, my hands were untied. I jumped on her and started squeezing her breasts with both hands, caressing her hardened nipples with my thumbs. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes before I pressed my lips to her huge tits, continuing to caress her more and more insistently.

Gradually, I go lower and lower. With my tongue, I feel her smooth, tender skin. And my right hand is already fully caressing her little star. When my playful tongue circles around her navel, I suddenly enter her with two fingers. Svetka arches like a cat and moans with pleasure. I continue to move my fingers inside her, smoothly increasing the pace, her body responds to my every movement. She is already gripping the sheets harder with her hands when I just as suddenly withdraw from her. Her puzzled moan amuses me. But I can't deny myself the pleasure of tasting her.

First, I inhale her scent, it's so sweet and slightly sharp. I slowly kiss her little star, she lifts her hips and starts moaning again. I try to suck on her lips, and with my tongue, I play with her clitoris. Her breathing becomes more and more ragged, her moans stronger. And when I finally penetrate her womb with my tongue, she wraps her hands around my head and presses me against her harder and harder. I smell her scent, her pleasant taste, and continue to explore with my tongue everything I can reach, gripping her thighs with my hands.

From somewhere far away, with my ears pressed by her thighs, I hear a piercing moan and feel her pulling me away from her. I don't want to tear myself away from her, but I'm so aroused that I have no strength to resist. Svetka flips me onto my back, quickly kisses my chest, stomach, and without any prelude, enters me with two fingers, hard, rough, and deeper and deeper. I grip her hand, the sheet, arch my back, and moan from a delightful orgasm. Due to maximum arousal, everything ends quickly, but fantastically bright! No man has ever given me such sensations!

And so, catching our breath and coming to our senses, we sit and silently drink the wine for a special occasion from disposable cups. Each thinking about something of our own, but with silly smiles on our faces. And suddenly Svetka breaks the silence: "I've been in love with you for so long, but I never even hoped you'd ever agree to try. I hope we'll still repeat it sometime..."