Doing more then just the laundry

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OOC: A couple of threads have gotten started with this setting and died off, and in lieu of hoping the next one goes somewhere I've decided to try and start one of my own. Here goes!

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As Eric walked down the hall, basket almost overflowing with dirty clothes in hand, he wondered how it had come to this. A Saturday night, where everyone else in his dorm was out partying, he was in here about to wash his clothes in the communal laundry area. Why was he being so anti-social?

Oh yeah, he remembered. Parties suck.

While he wasn't the most social of people even at the best of times, it wasn't due to his lack of social graces, or because he wasn't attractive. But to him it seemed like the large gatherings of random students was all a waste of time. Everyone was putting on a farce, pretending to enjoy the music so loud that they couldn't talk, guys desperately trying to look at a girl's face when their minds were only on how to get in their pants. And the females were no better - parading around in miniskirts and tiny tube tops, pretending to play hard to get when all they wanted was to get screwed by whoever wooed them over.

As a result of that - and his breakup with his long distance girlfriend to start the year - Eric had been founding himself getting more moody and introverted, avoiding the easy to get party scene while looking for something else It was easy enough to get some random slut who wouldn't care what had happened after the night was over; what he wanted was a girl who would be totally honest with him about what they wanted, and in turn let and accept what he wanted to do.

After over 3 years at this place, however, he wasn't sure he'd find that person here. Sure, she might resist at first, but that'd be the fun part, thought Eric. As he opened the door to the communal laundry area - benches and one table and chairs the only thing breaking up the monotony of washers and dryers - a slight scowl came to him as he saw that despite the fact it was past 10 PM on a Saturday night, that he wasn't the only one who'd had the bright idea to do his laundry with nobody around.

He perked up when he saw that his unexpected partner in laundry was a likely younger she (freshman or sophmore from the looks of it), and a small smile crawled over his face. Like any red blooded guy, he enjoyed the sight of a beautiful coed as much as anyone, and he called out as she turned to him. Eric had thrown on a white t-shirt and cargo shorts for his trip out, and he could see her attire had been chosen in a similiar fashion - not expecting to have to see anyone else.

"And here I thought I'd be the only one silly enough to do laundry on a Saturday." He eyed her carefully, slowly making his way to a nearby machine.

"I'm Eric. And you are..?"

OOC: Any female cowriter who wants to find something unexpected doing her laundry welcome, just hop on in!
 
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I just found this old post and like the idea. I'll just post in it and see if you're still interested :D

Jennifer was out for another laundry night. She learned from experience that Saturday night was the best time for laundry. As everybody was partying crazy she had the whole laundry to herself. No silly boys nosing around her thongs, no spoiled ladies acting stupid to get boy's help, and the like. Of course, she couldn't stay at the dorm parties... Cool!

During her first year she had tried to enjoy herself in there. But as much as her friends tried to help her have a good time, she was just bored and sick. After a couple of drinks everybody acted like someone else and if you didn't get drunk, you were a total bore. Ok, once or twice it was fun. But after a whole year, she had finally gave up. The Saturday laundry plan was not much worse, and at least she didn't have to reject boys's indecent proposal every ten minutes. That was the worst. She liked to have that fun, but at least with someone who could stick it in before passing out. And she didn't have to worry about her looks. Some tights, the college hoodie and a scruffy ponytail. On days like today, when she was tired from the day, she didn't even worry about wearing a bra underneath. She never run into nobody!

So there she was, another Saturday, a book on her lap, her clothes already spinning in the machine.

"Well, where was I?", she said out loud, "Yes, chapter 11." He own voice made her feel less lonely.

When Eric came in, his presence startled her as much as her presence must have startled him.

"Jenn. My name is Jenn...", she just said, closing her book and staring at him. She didn't know what to do.

"I wouldn't say silly. Saturday nights are the perfect moment to get the best of these soothing sounds. I was on the verge of falling asleep". She smiled at him.

She started wondering what kind of guy would be doing his laundry on a Saturday night. And immediately she realized he'd be thinking the same about her.
 
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"Jenn. My name is Jenn..."

Eric met her gaze, watching her as she closed her book. Total honesty for him right now meant staying silent; right now, he was busy looking at her in her loose apparel, particulary enjoying how her leggings framed her slim legs. He enjoyed women who showed off their assets as much as anyone; it was the ones who were dishonest as to why that he didn't like.

So he let her continue as he amicably moved towards a nearby machine, a small smile painting his face. "And you don't think it's silly to be here right now?"

"I wouldn't say silly. Saturday nights are the perfect moment to get the best of these soothing sounds. I was on the verge of falling asleep". smiled Jennifer.

Eric chuckled, tossing some of his soiled clothes into the machine. "Is your reading material so boring that you couldn't keep yourself up?" Eric grinned warmly, empathizing with that particular struggle - as a Psychology major, he was all to familiar with dry reading material.

"What's your major?" He asked, giving more then an occasional glance her way as he tried to load his laundry and meet her gaze at the same time, a task which delayed his first load of laundry much more then he would have liked, but actually talking to a girl who wasn't full of herself. Maybe it was where they were - two strangers trying to accomplish a mundane task and just get on with their lives.

"Fourth year psych." His smile was one of a guy who had answered this question a bit too often from family who could never really remember. He was able to focus a bit more on his second load of clothes, finding he still had a few left over after that in his basket.

Still, he wasn't quite ready to start everything just yet - if delaying his last load meant spending more time with this enticing Jennifer, he'd gladly do just that, and he left his basket on an empty machine nearby as he slowly glided over next to her.

"Well, it's a good thing I woke you up. I'm hoping we can get better acquainted in the next little while, seeing as we're 'stuck' here." His smile was warm, with just the barest hint of steel as he continued. "I'm sorry to say, Jennifer, that you won't be sleeping for the next couple of hours." He watched her expression, his own eyes warm and inviting to try to contrast with where his mind was going, back to the dark place it'd been before with women...
 
"My major... Physics. You can imagine how boring this can be." She answered him as she showed her book and left it on the chair next to her. "It is better if you digest it in small bunches, so I thought it would be a great idea bringing a book here... But it wasn't." She continued as she looked at him.

Jennifer noticed Eric was delaying his filling the machines, and his move became clear when he sat next to her. So she followed the game.

"So, I'm glad you are here.", she said turning to him.

"Well, it's a good thing I woke you up. I'm hoping we can get better acquainted in the next little while, seeing as we're 'stuck' here.", he answered. "I'm sorry to say, Jennifer, that you won't be sleeping for the next couple of hours."

"Don't be sorry." She said with a smile. "I'm happy you're here. This laundry session will surely be more interesting now you're here."

Jennifer felt happy. It was nice having a sober boy's attention once in a while. She had almost forgotten how that was.

"Well then, there is something worth knowing about you?", she asked. "If we are going to get to know each other we better get starting. I placed my clothes in the washing machine 15 minutes ago, so the clock's running." She finished with a mischievous look in her eyes.
 
"Well then, there is something worth knowing about you? If we are going to get to know each other we better get starting. I placed my clothes in the washing machine 15 minutes ago, so the clock's running." finished Jennifer with a bewitching look in her eyes.

Eric chuckled at that. "That's a very broad question." It would be just like a physics major to ask something so all encompassing, and it took him a moment to come up with an answer. Not a witty answer that would make her laugh, or the continued bullshit that he'd almost started by talking about their majors; it was the common icebreaker at the university but everyone talked about all of the time. And it never really told them much about who they were.

"I'm not here to do my laundry." He smiled absurdly at the statement. "Oh, don't get me wrong, with time on my hands, and as long as I'm here, with an absurd amount of soiled clothes on my hands, I *might* as well do something productive." He sighed. "But, if I'm being honest with myself, I know that there were at least a half dozen times this week I could've gotten this done, and avoided having to come here tonight." He looked down. "Even now, I had a choice, and chose to come here to...get away from it all."

"Not from school, obviously." Another whimsical smile as he turned to Jennifer. "I'm sure my parents would love to hear that my student loan is going to fund my vacation in Florida." He took another moment to look at the spinning machines before looking back at his partner in laundry. "I'm just tired of the same old shit every weekend...go to a party, get drunk, and not remember what you did the next morning, pretend you have a better time each time you do it...even though it's all a lie."

"I suppose it's the psychologist in me, but I'm tired of it. I'm tired of putting masks on with other people who are putting masks on, lying to them and letting them lie to me, and having the circle repeat itself every weekend while we look for something that's not there." Eric could sense now that he'd gotten off on a rant but he didn't care; this was someone he might never see again (except in his dreams, truth be told; the more he looked at her the more he was drawn by her grace and charm). "I'm here right now because I'm looking for something I can't find in a party..." He looked up suddenly, thinking what he couldn't vocalize. Or someone.

His recent heart dumping notwithstanding, he met Jennifer's gaze with a bit of a mischievous look and tone. "So how about you? Just here to do your laundry?" He stole a glance at her legs as she replied; Jennifer was beautiful and serene as she talked, every subtle movement drew him in, and he sensed - hoped, even? - that maybe her reasons could be similar to his.
 
Jennifer was surprised by Eric's honesty. It had been long since anybody had been that sincere with her. People in college seemed to prefer to stick to the crowd and say what they were supposed to say. But Eric didn't. And she was glad.

"So how about you? Just here to do your laundry?", he asked her.

"You might not believe it, but I'd just have to repeat what you have just said.", she begun. Eric had just spoken the words she had been keeping in her mind for the last days.

Jennifer took a more relaxed position, sensing the friendly atmosphere.

"I have had enough of that childish parties. I thought it was time to grow up and be true to myself. Hiding in a party won't get you what you want, so why do it? You want to find love? Go and try to find a boy in a normal environment where neither of us is rotten by alcohol. Wanna fuck someone? Just ask, it is not that difficult, and you don't have to be embarrassed the following morning."

She knew her being that direct might scare Eric, but he had been so honest that she wanted to be too.

"But if you don't go to those parties, you become automatically a boring nerd. So I just needed an excuse. And lucky for me, you can verify my alibi", she finished.
 
"You might not believe it, but I'd just have to repeat what you have just said.", she started, and Eric looked on thoughtfully as Jen got more comfortable, watching her as she moved.

"I have had enough of that childish parties. I thought it was time to grow up and be true to myself. Hiding in a party won't get you what you want, so why do it? You want to find love? Go and try to find a boy in a normal environment where neither of us is rotten by alcohol. Wanna fuck someone? Just ask, it is not that difficult, and you don't have to be embarrassed the following morning." She seemed to get more into her topic as she talked, not thinking about how she was opening up to a complete stranger.

Eric nodded. "And you get a stigma attached to you if you don't 'pretend' to be social."

"But if you don't go to those parties, you become automatically a boring nerd. So I just needed an excuse. And lucky for me, you can verify my alibi", she finished.

"I'm glad you think I can vouch for you." smiled Eric. He took another moment to size up his laundry companion, deciding full honestly about how he felt about her - namely, that he thought she was hot - was in order. "If these are the last of your clean clothes, they still flatter you."

He leaned back for a moment, looking up to decide to thank whatever fates had gotten him this opportunity before meeting Jen's gaze again, sliding in closer to her so that their legs touched. "I've got a thought about your alibi, though...I could vouch for you, or we could try to give you a better one instead..." There was no lack of honestly in his statement, but he was enjoying the gradual build up of tension between them as she replied.
 
"If these are the last of your clean clothes, they still flatter you", he said.

She smiled at the comment. She knew it was probably something he would say to any girl, but it was still nice of him.

Then he moved forward and their legs touched.
"I've got a thought about your alibi, though...I could vouch for you, or we could try to give you a better one instead..."

"Anything better than having a chat while waiting for our clothes to get clean?"; she said pointing at the washing machine she had running.

"You haven't put your clothes in yet, but mine will be tumbling inside that thing for another half an hour. So I'm afraid I'm stuck in here for a while", she said.

She thought about a continuation line: But after that we can go wherever you want. She was going to speak it out loud, but she wasn't sure she would want that. Eric seemed like a really nice guy. And quite hot. But she had just met him 5 minutes ago, it didn't seem too safe saying that she'd go "wherever" with him. So she just stopped there. Maybe after that half an hour she would still be thinking that, maybe not. So it was better to save it for later.
 
"Anything better than having a chat while waiting for our clothes to get clean?"

"I do enjoy the sound of your voice." replied Eric. For once, he wasn't lying when he said that; he did enjoy listening to her, and what she had to say so far. "But being here doesn't mean we just have to talk the time away."

"You haven't put your clothes in yet, but mine will be tumbling inside that thing for another half an hour. So I'm afraid I'm stuck in here for a while."

"So I haven't." Now knowing he didn't have to stall to spend more time with his partner in laundry, he stood up slowly. "I didn't know you thought so little of my company that you think you're stuck here." he teased with a smile.

He again took his time with his laundry, looking back at Jennifer as he was in no hurry to put his things in; one way or another he'd be her a while, and wanted to find a way to keep her here with him. Half an hour would not be long enough. There seemed to be a connection between them and Eric desperately wanted to see if there was a physical one as he gamely shut the machine, letting it start its cycle.

"You look tense." He started. "Would you like a backrub?" It wasn't something he'd done in a while; his ex girlfriend had been the last recipient, and he had quickly discarded it as a tool of seduction, the girls here had been too easy. What he found strange was that while he wanted to use it to see if there was physical chemistry as well as emotional, one way or another he didn't care how she took it; he just wanted to make her feel better. And if it turned into more, all the better...
 
"You haven't put your clothes in yet, but mine will be tumbling inside that thing for another half an hour. So I'm afraid I'm stuck in here for a while."

"So I haven't. I didn't know you thought so little of my company that you think you're stuck here."

"I didn't mean that... You know, I just can't think of that "better alibi"...", she knew he was joking, but she didn't want to be misunderstood. She was enjoying Eric so much. He was a nice and funny guy... and sexy!

Jennifer watched him as he put his clothes in the machine. She observed carefully the clothes he had, which told them a lot about him. But as he looked at her every once in a while, she tried to look somewhere else, not to look like a stalker. It had been a while since she had tried to flirt with a boy, and she had forgotten much of it.

"You look tense." He said. Of course she was. "Would you like a backrub?"

It took her by surprise.

"I.. .ehm... Do I have to guess you are some kind of professional masseur? 'Cause I don't think you would say that to anyone you have just met...", it just made sense.

As she was saying that, she turned around, offering him her back. Why not? It sure had been an awful week, and she could enjoy some relaxation.

"Well, then. Surprise me."
 
"Well, then. Surprise me."

Eric moved in closer, hoping to do just that as his hands gently traced her back, gently touching her muscles before he started. "You look like you keep yourself pretty well. Do you work out?" He honestly didn't expect a certain answer; in college it seemed like all the girls kept themselves in shape, with effort or without it.

He started at the bottom of her back, gently pushing into the small of her back with the heels of his hands, making small circles on her body. Her hoodie rose up as he did, and Eric briefly brushed against the line of skin that had formed on her torso before he let it go back down; it'd just happen again once he resumed massaging her.

His hands resumed their brief motions near the bottom of her back, trying to relax and soothe the muscles in her body as he moved. Eric couldn't help but feel nothing in the middle of her back where her bra was supposed to be. The need for talking, for the moment, seemed to be gone with them both concentrating intently with what Eric was trying to do, him trying to focus to see if she was enjoying it, and her...well, for as much as Eric felt he'd connected with her in their brief meeting, her inner dialogue was still a mystery to him.

So he decided to take a chance now.

"About that alibi..." started Eric, his hands now making small circles near the middle of her back, working his way to her shoulder blades to gently rub them. "...I think I know how it starts now, depending on how much of the story you want to tell."

He leaned in to her, talking gently from behind her. "You went to the laundromat, intent on studying and spending another party night being productive." Eric smiled at her, hoping to see her do the same as he spun his yarn. "But you met a guy, who felt the same way you did about parties, life, and people not being true..." He stopped, hesitating. "You weren't sure how you felt about him....but he was totally in to you, both your body..." His hands gently rubbed her shoulders now, gently brushing the hair near her ears as they started to make their way back down. "...and your mind."

With that, leaned in behind her, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and perfume, enjoying her scents. "You talked for a bit, and then he offered you a backrub to ease the tension....and while you enjoyed it," And he was quickly finishing it, moving down the sides of her back now in somewhat-rough motions, losing himself in the fantasy as he leaned in to whisper to her. "...you wanted more. And he wanted to feel his hands on your bare skin."

"So you asked him to do it again." He stopped, his first rub complete. "Only this time, after he took off your hoodie." Now back where they'd started their journey, he gripped her hoodie and started to gently pull it up her body, wondering if she wanted to go along with him as he waited for resistance.
 
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Jennifer was surprised at how good Eric was at what he was doing. She had thought he was bluffing when he offered the massage, but he was doing it quite well.

"You look like you keep yourself pretty well. Do you work out?", he asked.

She realized it was just his thoughts spoken out, so she didn't answer, because it was quite clear she did. She liked to jog every morning before the lessons and the previous year she had even been part of the basketball team. Since she was a little girl she had liked keeping fit. And even if she hadn't liked it, her father would have made her. Being the only child of such and sportive man, she was like the son he never had. But luckily for her, she enjoyed it, and had made her a bit of a tomboy in her youth. And she had kept some of that "male" characteristics. That was probably why she didn't fit that well among feminine girls.

But she tried to forget about that and focus on the massage. Eric's hands moved all around her back, and made her feel so good. At one point she realized he must have noticed she wasn't wearing any bra, and felt a bit embarrassed. But then, she realized it was nothing to worry about. Wouldn't she be able to dress as she liked?

As he went on, Jennifer enjoyed his touch more and more. Her muscles were so relaxed and she had almost forgotten they were un the laundry room. At some point, she couldn't even hear the machines rumbling.

And then his voice stood out.

"About that alibi... I think I know how it starts now, depending on how much of the story you want to tell."

His voice was now softer, and as he approached her back, she felt the goosebumps on her neck.

"You went to the laundromat, intent on studying and spending another party night being productive. But you met a guy, who felt the same way you did about parties, life, and people not being true..."

She quickly got what he was doing and let him go on, he was just describing the past few minutes. Jennifer wondered where he was going to go with that.

"You weren't sure how you felt about him....but he was totally in to you, both your body...and your mind."

That was the first time he said directly that he liked her, although it had been quite clear all along. Jennifer then knew that he was finally trooping in. And strangely, she was liking it.

"You talked for a bit, and then he offered you a backrub to ease the tension....and while you enjoyed it... you wanted more. And he wanted to feel his hands on your bare skin. So you asked him to do it again. "Only this time, after he took off your hoodie."

That was a bit conceited of himself, but she had to admit it was the truth, she didn't want him to stop. She wasn't sure about the "bare skin" part, so she waited for a second. She was a bit worried somebody might come in. BUt who would? Everybody was out partying, or sleeping. No one but them would be crazy enough to be doing the laundry at that moment. And the rub had turned her on a bit, so she was really wanting more of it.

So when he started pulling up her hoodie, she didn't offer any resistance. In fact, she encouraged him to go on:

"I'm surprised how well you can read a girl's mind", she said as she helped him with the hoodie. She dropped it in the chair by her side in front of her, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, grabbing her shoulders with her hands in an attempt to feel less exposed. She was still needing a bit more encouragement.

"Add that to the amazing massage... And now I'm left wondering if you can even get better."

As he was still behind her, she couldn't see his reaction, she couldn't see what he was doing. In front of her there were only piles of cold machines, which were a high contrast with the heat and tension growing around them.

The expectation was killing her. She just wanted to feel his hands on her skin, providing her with more of that soothing and, at the same time, exciting feeling he had started giving to her.

"So, weren't you going to continue with that breathtaking massage?", she finally asked him, almost begged him.
 
"I'm surprised how well you can read a girl's mind."

Much to Eric's surprise, her hands joined his as they pulled her top over her head, leaving it on a nearby hair as she crossed her arms in front of her, Eric staring at her smooth, unblemished back. A woman with bare shoulders always made Eric think she was naked, and he shuddered as he fantasized about her that way.

"Add that to the amazing massage... And now I'm left wondering if you can even get better."

Eric gulped, not in nervousness, but in the growing heat between them as he stared at her, his hand timidly going to the clip holding her hair, releasing it from the bun it held at the top of her head. It would mess things up for him, but that was the point; he wanted an excuse to touch her more, and her hair looked wonderful as it cascaded down to her shoulders.

"So, weren't you going to continue with that breathtaking massage?" asked Jennifer, her voice pleading.

Pressing in even closer, Eric gently ran his fingers through her hair, smelling her shampoo in it, enjoying the floral scent as he gently brushed it over her right shoulder, leaving her back free for him to work on as he again started at the bottom, near her hips. There was a clear difference in his work this time, his hands encircling her hips as he started, feeling her soft stomach near her navel briefly before resuming his quick, circular rubbing at the small of her back, enjoying the heat of her skin against his.

His breathing was getting heavy, both out of effort and in his own growing desire as he deliberately moved his way up her back, resisting with great reluctance near her midsection to cup her breasts with his hands, feeling her movements and shuddering as he deftly tried to balance the needs of keeping her happy with his own growing need to touch her more and more.

After what seemed like forever (but was probably only a few minutes), Eric finally made his way to her strong shoulders and collarbone, and his hands went to her neck, gently rubbing and pinching her, not stealing glances down her front even as he wished for her to uncross her arms, gently loosening the muscles he soon hoped would relax her and let her have her arms hanging at her sides. Even with as beautiful as she was, Eric didn't want to cheat to see her.
 
Jennifer shivered as he played with her hair. It was such a pleasing feeling for her, she had always liked people to touch her hair. Going to the heardresser's always worried her, because she liked it more than she should.

And Eric seemed to like her hair too. It was a slight disappointment when he left it on her shoulder. But as he started again on her back skin, she forgot all about it. She had liked the first massage, but this seemed to be going to be even better. His hands felt goon on her skin. She had imagined them to be rougher, but they were warm and soft on her back.

Jennifer liked the invasions Eric did to the sides and front of her body. He hadn't done it before, so she wasn't expecting him to go that far, but as excited as she was, she didn't mind that much. As he approached her stomach, she felt a slight tickling, but she endured it as best as she could, not wanting to spoil the moment.

When he went up the middle of her back, she was afraid he was going to make incursions into her front again. She wasn't ready for that yet, and she was relieved when she realized he wouldn't do it. She knew it might have been difficult for him, so she really appreciate it. Having a girls breasts within reach and not touching them? He was such a nice guy!

When he reached her neck, she knew he would be finishing soon. She was still crossing her arms, although the relaxation he was providing made it difficult for her to keep them that way. She wanted to embrace the relax and let all her muscles go. But she just couldn't. But she started thinking about the end of the massage that was closer and closer, and about what would happen next. She knew what she wanted, she wouldn't deny she was really excited and hot. And she wanted to go further with the guy. If he was so pleasing just touching her back... what could he achieve with her more sensitive parts? But she couldn't forget where they were, and although she knew the chances of being interrupted by someone were the smallest, maybe some staff member would show up, or some student might pass by. And she couldn't get that out her head. She wouldn't be peaceful. But her room was too far away, she wouldn't want to go to his... and anyways the passion would be lost in the way.

But she wanted him...
And how long had it been since she had done something crazy?
As worried as she was, she decided to drop her arms. She knew as soon as they were engaged in something deeper she wouldn't mind where they were. She wanted him to make her forget. So she decided to let herself go, and he would surely do the rest.

"Eric... this feels so good... really...", she said as her arms descended and rested on her lep.
 
Eric kept at it, his thumbs at the base of her neck as he took another breath in, enjoying her smell as she finally spoke.

"Eric... this feels so good... really..." she whispered, her hands leaving her breasts and going to her lap. His efforts only intensified as she revealed her front to him, but ever the gentleman, Eric didn't peer over and look, his hands moving to the front of her shoulder as he leaned in behind her.

"I don't have to stop." he whispered, his lips briefly brushing her neck, secure in the knowledge that their encounter was slowly building into something else entirely. He ran his hand down her arms, encircling them as he slowly squeezed them, feeling her muscles and forearms, enjoying touching more of her skin. The balance of this was no longer about pleasuring her, it was now about Eric exploring Jennifer's body, testing her and taking he to places she'd never been, about places she'd never thought she'd go to when she came in to do laundry on this lonely Friday night.

As he briefly laced his fingers through hers, touching the veins on her hands, he wondered when it had been destined to come to this. Maybe the moment she'd let him take her top off. Maybe when they'd discovered they both felt the same way about school and parties. Was it when their eyes had met across the laundry room? When they were born? Eric wondered why his mind was coming to this now, when often it blanked out entirely when he was screwing some random college bimbo.

It was because Jennifer wasn't some random bimbo. She was lithe, beautiful, and thought the same way he did, but she was different. As his hands left hers, he vowed to treat her differently, too.

Not that he hadn't already.

His hands started at her stomach, tracing gentle circles on her torso as they made their way up to their destination, and he smiled as he decided to tease her just a bit more, upping the ante as he moved in, breathing into her ear again. "Just let me know when this stop feeling good.." His hands moved up her sides, less patient then they were before, but still avoiding the parts she'd been so kind to reveal to him such a short time ago. At least for a few seconds.

He pulled one hand off of her entirely, a single finger tracing her collarbone slowly, a nail gently tugging at the skin for a few seconds, enjoying watching her body move and tremble at his touch, brazenly circling his hands around both of her breasts before he latched onto them like an octopus, gently squeezing and rubbing them. He felt her breathing get heavy and he smiled again behind her, finally rubbing his chin on her shoulder to take a peak at her glorious chest. It was as if his hands worked without input from his brain, and he was fairly certain her nipples wanted to burst out at the seams, but still he worked her, pressing them in between fingers, finally pulling back from her for a moment when she seemed to be near a peak. He let her recover, discreetly pulling his shirt off before leaning in behind her again.

"You choose what happens next." He said into her left ear, again encircling her arms with his as he boldy kissed his way behind her neck, brushing her hair away from her right ear to whisper there. "You can show me what you want me to do to you...." He kissed her shoulder, one hand moving to her breasts, the other moving down her torso to her navel, as he kissed the side of her neck.

"...or you can let me do what I want." With that, his hands resumed their work of before, one hand urgently fondling her breasts and pulling her tight into him, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, the other hand moving down to her navel. His fingers gently explored inside her leggings, which he hoped would come off soon. As much as Jennifer was being teased by Eric right now, he could feel his member hardening more and more as Jennifer writhed against him, as he patiently awaited her answer between whatever she was feeling at Eric's advances.
 
Jenn couldn't believe what she was doing... or what she was letting Eric do to her. He was touching her anywhere and everywhere and she wasn't stopping him.

Maybe it was his way with her. She wasn't feeling an object like she was used too. He was the perfect amount of delicate and passionate. And she couldn't say no to him.

For a while her breasts were on display for him, but he didn't rush for them. "Just let me know when this stop feeling good", he said as he approached them, but still didn't touch them. The teasing was making her anxious. Somehow she wanted him to go faster. It was that moment of anticipation, she knew what was going to happen. SHe wanted it to start, she wanted to enjoy it. But then it would be too fast, too quick and she would have regretted not having started more calmly.

But she was just dying to feel the touch of Eric's hands on her whole body. Her back had had its share, and she wanted more. She was already so excited, his massage had turned her on so quickly.

And finally he got there. A bit of a sudden coming down from her shoulders. She started feeling the itching in her pants. As she had imagined, he didn't attacked her like a starving wolf, but rather he worked on her slowly but firmly. With every move she waited for the usual passionate rage, where he would jump on her, and take off her clothes. But no, it never happened. He managed to keep calm and keep turning her on. Jenn felt so good that she could swear she was gonna reach an orgasm.

But suddenly he stopped, thankfully letting her recover her breath she had unknowingly been holding.

When he came back she noticed his warm bare skin on her back.

"You choose what happens next", he whispered in her ear. Eric was so enticing, he could have made her do whatever he wanted. Jenn was mesmerized

"You can show me what you want me to do to you...." he went on as he divided his efforts on her. On hand came back to her abandoned breats, that welcomed his return with a shiver through her body. And his other hand was promising to reach for her hottest spot. She had to repress the urgent need to grab his hand and lower it, so he would start right away between her legs.

"...or you can let me do what I want", he finished as he went on with his caresses.

Jenn was enjoying what he did so much that she wouldn't dare telling him what to do. It was as he knew exactly what she would like.

"I can't tell you what I want you to do...", she said, "because you seem to know it better than myself..."

She finally placed her hand over his hand inside her leggins, and moved it a milimeter lower. She wanted him to keep in control, but she also wanted him to know that she wanted it, that he was doing right, that he was enjoying him, and that whatever he would do, she'd follow him.

At the same time she moved closer to his body. She was slightly sensing his hard member in her back, but she wanted to feel it harden because of her, because of what he was doing to her, because of what he was doing with her. And her natural squirming closer to him, would make him hotter. That was the least she could do for him, until he asked anything of her.

"Just go on like that", she finally said as she relaxed the last muscle of her body. She was now completely surrendered to him. Long ago she had forgotten about the washing machine, the campus, the people and everything around. Now it was just her and Eric's wonderful hands.

(PS: sorry for the delay. I hope you are still interested in this story)
 
Eric smiled behind her as he continued gently rubbing her, trying to keep her at a gentle burn as she composed herself for her answer."I can't tell you what I want you to do...", she said, "because you seem to know it better than myself..." At every word she said, his rubbing got faster and more urgent, hitting a crescendo with her last word. He would treat this girl right, one who truly understood him, agreed with him...wanted him.

He felt her hand over his, inside of her leggings, as she forced him lower, to her pussy and clit. With that, she was giving him free reign, and Eric's lone finger explored her nether region. It pushed her further, he could feel, but at the same time it felt far too constricting; already her leggins were being slowly forced lower on her body by his scant motions. She also moved closer to him; her back pressing further into him, and her ass and his length separated only by shorts and leggings. They'd have to go soon, he knew. Eric only hoped he could control himself long enough...

"Just go on like that", Her voice sounded almost breathy as he felt her legs relax, and he leaned in to kiss her neck, moving her hair as he did. One shoulder, then the other. He moved in as if to kiss her lips but held back; the tease continuing as he wondered how best to go about it; eventually deciding that the mystery of being behind her was just too erotic not to continue.

His hands left their work to push her leggings down as far as he could; even if he did get them off her footwear would get in the way. The spell was broken for a moment as he chuckled with embarrassment. "Um, I don' t suppose you could help me with that, could you?" As long as his reach was, even his wasn't that long. Not that it'd help her get her leggings off (indeed, it might end up slowing her down), but he decided a bit of incentive would help as he traced circles around her thigh with one hand, the other hand letting his fingers strum her pussy and clit gently as he waited for her to oblige him, to reveal every inch of her to him.
 
Jenny sensed his urge to take off her leggings, but her being sitting was making it a difficult task. She thought about standing up and helping him, but it would spoil everything if he was just teasing her, which in someway she thought he was.

"Um, I don' t suppose you could help me with that, could you?", he finally said, and she knew she would have to act.

However, it was not so easy. She couldn't be too eager, it would break the moment and she'd seem to anxious. But she wasn't the striptease type, she had never thought about how to take off her pants in a sexy way. So she finally decided to go with her feelings.

Jenny got up slowly, letting Eric's hands slip off her thighs. She grabbed both her leggings and panties waists and started pulling them down together, leaving Eric with a nice sight of her bum. When her hands reached half of her thighs, she started flexing her knees so as to reach her feet. She didn't want to bend down and show up too much of herself. As her hands reached her knees she started taking off her slippers. Now she thanked herself for having chosen that instead of some sneakers, for it would have slowed down the whole process.

Once her last piece of clothes was off, she sat down again, same position same place. Jenny grabbed Erics hands and placed them on both her thighs.

"Is it better now?", she said as she placed herself closer to him.

"But I have to say that I'm at a disadvantage here, you still have most of your clothing..."

Jenny didn't want him to take off his clothes yet, she wanted him to keep touching her, but she wanted him to feel a bit guilty for having her undress like that while still had his pants on.
 
Eric watched in wonder and awe as she slowly got up, as eager not to break the spell over the room as he was. Her hands went to her legging and panties, dragging them down her legs, although Eric's sights were admittedly on her tight ass. She bent down as they got to her feet, teasing Eric with one last denial of her body, pulling every last covering off of herself. Panties, leggings, and slippers, all gone. Now totally nude for him, she nestled herself back to him, placing Eric's hands on her thighs.

"Is it better now?" she asked.

"Yes." he breathed, his hand slowly working towards her center as he gently kissed the sides of her neck, aching for her lips against his and yet denying himself still. "Much better."

"But I have to say that I'm at a disadvantage here, you still have most of your clothing..."

Eric pressed in closer to her in response, the bulge in his shorts pressing against her now naked rear, one arm snaking towards her center while the other dragged slowly up her torso. "But you're getting more of the pleasure, as well." He pressed a finger gently into her, measuring her response before slowly rocking it in and out of her, while his other hand started a long, torturous molestation of her breasts. "Would you rather you still had your clothes on? That we still be wasting our time talking about classes we don't care about, people neither of us will ever know?" His lone finger became two slow fingers inside of her; he didn't want to bring her off. That, he'd save for another appendage of his body....

He leaned over to kiss her cheeks; it wouldn't be long before he took her lips for his own...or maybe she'd beat him to it. His handling of her breasts became more urgent, and two slow fingers became two fast fingers as he felt her tense against him...
 
"But you're getting more of the pleasure, as well."

She admitted he was right. Jenn couldn't think about doing anything herself, she was too much enjoying Eric's movements. Much more now she was completely naked. It was a bit chilly, but she hoped Eric would get get warm enough soon.

"Would you rather you still had your clothes on? That we still be wasting our time talking about classes we don't care about, people neither of us will ever know?"

"No...", she could just answer.

When his fingeres entered her already wet slit, Jenn felt a shiver up and down all over her body. It had been quite long since someone had touched her there and it was a nice feeling. Or course, she had touched herself quite often, but she always found it more pleasing when it was someone else who gave her that pleasure, she only having to enjoy the moment. The problem with that was that she had to depend on the guy to get to know what she liked. But usually they were rude and messy. That was why she was so impressed by Eric's hands. He was just a God. He hadn't rushed in his whole hand, but first tried with one finger, then two... She was on cloud 9 by now. She was beginning to worry about not being able to return the favor. She considered herself to be quite good one in sex matters, but she didn't want to disappoint him after the good care he was taking of her.

She felt him lean over and turned her head to kiss him. She was so hot right know that had she let herself go, she would already be trying to stick his dick inside her. But no. He was taking it slow, and she would do so too. With all that excitement, the final burst was sure to be wonderful. She found his lips easily, and moved her tongue forward, Jenn wanted to taste him. With her empty hands she grabbed his head and shoulder behind her, she didn't want to let him loose, afraid he'd stop touching her. She was wondering whether he'd let her get off right then or whether he'd want to change first. She was too aroused by now, the kissing was also helping, and knew it wouldn't take her long to come.

Her kissing became wilder in anticipation. She turned her body a little so she could reach his face more easily, and her tongue moved faster. She even nibbled on his upper lip, that was something she always did when she was about to go off.

"Don't you dare stop now..." she whispered.
 
He only got one peck in on Jennifer's cheeks before she turned to crush her lips against his; Eric was surprised by the force of it but didn't yield against her passion. He felt her tongue enter his mouth, and accepted it, enjoying the sensations she was now giving him. The taste of her lip gloss; fruity and exotic as his hands briefly slowed against her sensual assault. Eric took it in, letting her attention to him fuel his own arousal as he felt her hands force his lips closer to hers.

Eventually, he finally moved in front of her as he felt her turning towards him, twisting his arms to keep up his ministrations of her body. He moaned at her tongue against his lips, at the feel of her teeth grazing against his upper lip.

"Don't you dare stop now..." Her voice was breathy and light as she spoke, almost seeming to quiver at her lack of control. Eric smirked through their kiss, stopping his fingers inside of her. He looked down her naked chest, watching her heave as he traced his hand up her back; two fingers still partially inside of her, staying still.

"Don't stop what?" He teased. The easy smile on his face left no doubt as to what he'd do eventually, but he managed to hold back for a few seconds, leaving her on the desperate edge of release before quickly thrusting his fingers back inside of her, passionately kissing and tasting her as he awaited her inevitable climax. Eric also felt his shorts desperately straining around his manhood; he wasn't that big, but he had also seen and done so much to this vixen that he knew eventually he'd have to get his own pleasure out of their coupling. From what he had seen out of Jennifer so far, she'd have no trouble obliging him.

Eric's eyes met her as she came, wanting to see the look in her eyes...
 
She could have killed him when he stopped his fingers inside her. But he kept them inside, so he could surely feel her wet warm walls pinching his fingers with her excitement.

"Don't stop what?" He teased, but she couldn't answer.

In fact, she was somehow liking the position he was putting her in, the need for him to go on. She could have asked him, begged him, desperately, but she wouldn't. She just stared at his eyes, trying to reach inside him and make him go on.

The seconds before he quickly started thrusting his fingers back inside of her, felt like hours for Jennifer, but the pleasure she got when he moved again inside her was worth the wait. The calm before the storm. And what a storm.

Her eyes were still on his when she came, but they rolled white in a moment and the pleasure made her arch her back and tense all her muscles. She let out a muffled cry as her throat stretched when her head was drawn back, her whole body almost lying down.

Little by little she came back, her breathing going back to normal. As his fingers slipped away her slit, she felt the need to fill it again, but now with something hotter.

But as she was going to ask him to get inside her, she got a better idea. He deserved more than that for what he had done to her. She licked her lips and started salivating to get ready for him.

As she sat back, she grabbed his trousers and started unbuttonning them, easily freeing his already pointed and stiff manhood. Jennifer caressed it against the thin piece of clothe of his pants, the warm meat throbbing at each stroke.

She could have undressed him quickly but she wanted to be as thorough and detailed as he had been. She kept looking at his eyes, wondering what she would now find in them, wondering whether he would ask her for something or let her do at her wish.
 
Eric watched her, letting her lie against him he kept fingering her, bringing her to the brink as her body moved. He felt her squeezing his fingers inside of her, her body starting to spasm and move erratically as she started to enter the throes of pleasure. Nothing was more beautiful to him then watching a naked girl come to an orgasm brought about by him - a sober one, anyways. She tensed and then bucked against his hand, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as she experienced the pleasure bought about by his hand.

He let her relax; Eric would be content finding new and unexpected ways to bring her to that climax all night if she wanted. But he could also tell she wouldn't be happy with that as he met her eyes after her high, and saw her licking her lips, her gaze darting down to his hardening member.

He backed up slightly, allowing her to reach for his shorts and start undoing them, shivering just a little as he felt her hand against his hardness, even through the clothing he still had on. He smiled at her as she looked at him, and even in the intimacy of the moment he couldn't resist a little tease; but his eyes showed he would let her do as she will; she trusted him, so he would now trust her, in the middle of this communal laundry area, to be as exposed as she was right now.

"Are you looking for something you want, Jennifer?" His look was warm and trusting. "Our night is only beginning, I think..."
 
Of course he couldn't stay quiet for long. Jennifer had marked him quickly as the talking kind, and she wasn't wrong. At the beginning it had been a bit strange but now she was liking it. It was nice for a change to have fun, and know what the guy was thinking...

"Are you looking for something you want? Our night is only beginning, I think..."

He was so nice and fun... And she wanted to please him as he had pleased her.

"Yes, mister, but I think I've already found what I was looking for..." She said as she started taking his shaft out of his boxers. With her left had she kept his clothes below it. She would removed them later, or ask him too, but now she wanted quick access to his member for a first interaction.

It was hard and it stood up, Jennifer's right index finger running up and down and around it. She liked feeling it tremble with her soft touch.

Finally she decided to pump it. With a quick movement her index was placed at the top of his shaft, a little drop coming out in the middle. She touched it delicately with both her finger and thumb, and then started going down around his flesh adding the rest of the fingers in her right hand. Once in its base, she grabbed it harder and went up again, slow.

Down again, slow.

Up and down.

Looking directly in his eyes. Smirk in her face.

Up and down.

A bit faster every time, but still softly.

Soon her left had started looking for his globes through the fabric. They were hard too.

"I think is time you release you weapons, don't you think?", she said as she removed her left hand to let him undress, her right one still working on his boner.
 
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