She's Feeling A Little "Handsy"

Freshman year of college, their was girl i liked, Abigail Rose. I remember her well, well in all honesty more of her figure than anything else. Long strawberry blonde hair, a ample bosom, curvaceous hips and a smile that said "fuck me". I had just started my classes (and was living in campus as were the rules to attend the college) when on the third day i noticed her. Now having friends in high-school who had graduated before me (and was a class in front of me) I inquired about her. Once I had learnt her name the infatuation started.

The curriculum year went on and as it did my feelings grew. I started to talk to when she would come into the campus cafe when on her way back to her (all girls dorm) and it never seemed to strike her that i liked her. After some encouraging from my friends I started to write her anonymous letters and poems. The first few of which i will not put here for either discretion or were so horribly written they didn't make sense or complete even the slightest thought. "Orange in love" is all I'm gonna say.

Near the end of freshman year (her sophomore) she started to date the most god-awful fellows i had ever laid eyes on. The football leagues team captain. Ripped like a Adonis there was still something amiss. Whether it was nothing between the ears and having the geeks do your work or just having the dean pass you for a winning season he was a man who didn't know the difference between his ass and his elbow, which was proven many a time over.

Now for the meat of the story of which why your are here....

My sophomore year began as my last, and thankfully  Abigail was free of over two-hundred pounds of unseemly flesh (the captain of course) and yet something had changed. She took notice of me more. Caught her looking at me some evening from her dorm room as i headed to night classes. It was all well and wonderful indeed.

Weeks later

"Why don't you go see her?" asked Daniel "Cap" Banks. "It's a girls only..." cutting my sentence of in the middle he continued on "Yeah, yeah. I know it's a girls only dorm but what's wrong sneaking in? She's been hinting at it for weeks that she's interested in you." "I just...i don't know." Hand reaching back and playing with my auburn hair, a sign i'd given up. "I guess we could try." "Good" said Cap. A smile developed across his face that was eerily reminiscent of the cat in the Alice in Wonderland Disney cartoon. It make my stomach turn

Two hours later i was sitting in her closet, unknown to me Abigail had set this up all herself.

I had been waiting for little over a hour (with the thought of leaving soon if she didn't show up) when i heard the door creak open. The closet door was cracked just a little and i peered though. She threw her books on the floor with a strangely quiet "thud" and walked to her small bathroom. Minutes later she appeared in a old white (nearly see-through) t-shirt and pink satin panties. My night had began.

After a glass of wine she got down to business. The panties were off and on the floor in a instant. She was rubbing herself with one hand as the other lifted up her shirt (no bra). This continued before things got extreme. It was like a magic show, the shirt came off in a flash, i had blinked and missed it and now she rubbed herself  furiously one hand still grabbing her breast. Her nipples were hard, that was evident, what also was evident i was to and for fear of it poking out the crack and being soon had to step back further into the closet. Minutes passed and i was able to move up again. Now she was fingering herself and a low moan escaped her lips. I was hypnotized.

My eyes followed every movement. Now she was in on hands and knees crouched position. One hand still fingering fastly the other holding herself up. Now it was all she could do to not scream. Her peach perfect ass was pointed at the closet to. I saw it rise and fall with her hand movements.  Suddenly she crumpled some of the bed sheets (putting them in her mouth with her free hand) and bit hard. Her ass bobbing extensively now. There was a stifled scream an I saw that between her legs was dripping. No not dripping, pouring. She crawled to the top of the bed and collapsed on her back. I had decided to wait for when she fell asleep that i would leave, when she motioned for me to come out of the closet. "That whole show had been for me?" I wondered confused as i stepped out of the closet, hard-on raging. All she  said was one simple sentence....

"Your turn boy..." she smiled as i walked over to the bed undressing...ready to begin.

(to be continued)