Christmas Vacation in the Dorm....

[SpectreT]

OOC:
O-kay! My first SRP thread, and my first actual guy character. Plot is pretty thin; I'm playing an escaped convict who finds his way into an all-girls' college dorm during Christmas break. Looking for one or two people to play roommates who, for whatever reason, are staying at the college instead of going home to their families. This will be a B&D thread, hopefully with the idea being a fun time for everyone once they get over the shock....


IC:
Snowfall. Wonderful! Why don't I just walk back to the bus wreck and hand myself over to the Marshalls? This new snow will leave a track straight to me. Damn Damn Damn. Why hadn't the lousy judge taken my "Proper defense of Another" plea? Why had I been convicted of second degree manslaughter? Sure, I'm good with my hands, but the bastard had a knife at her throat! What should I have done, let him give her a second smile?

My self-pity was absorbed into the dark, cold December night. I was being transported from the county holding cells to the "medium security" facility when the driver hit a slick patch of road and tumbled into a ditch. The Sherriff's Deputy who'd been guarding me was knocked out in the ensuing tumble, but he'd looked okay when I left. Probably a concussion, nothing more. I'd taken his keys and worked at freeing myself from the transport shackles, then took his cel phone and called the accident in; it was a cold night, and these guys hadn't asked to be there. No point letting them die from exposure out here. I did take the shackles and keys, never know when something like that might come in handy. I rummaged their pockets, and one of them had a multi-purpose tool. Took that, too.

Back to the present. I was trudging along when I realized I was on a sidewalk. Looking around me I saw several buildings, with names like "Morris Hall" etched into the grey stone. I was on some sort of college campus! A little bit of looking around, and I found a Maintenance Staff locker room, and hoping to blend in a little better, changed into a Maintenance jumpsuit. Soon, though, my stomach let me know I had new troubles. I began poking around, looking for a cafeteria, when I came to Dorm Row. Every campus has one; inexpensive on-site housing for students, and a possible meal ticket for me, if I could get in and out undetected.

No problems on the way in, I even had a master passkey from the maintenance room, so the dorms were pretty much all mine. I remembered that it was Christmas vacation, so the places were empty. I was in one of the dorms, scouting the place. Tidy, well-kept. I'd worked out already that this was an all-girl college by dint of the fact that the only male clothing I'd found anywhere was this jumpsuit. This one had a large hamper just outside the bathroom with a sign on it in bright pink reading "Please do me!" I chuckled dryly at the juvenile sense of humor involved. At that moment, I heard a key in the lock of the door!

[Edited by SpectreT on 05-15-2001 at 10:27 AM]

 

[eepy]

OOC: I'll be one of the roommates if you'd like.

My name is Erin Morgan, and I'm an 18-year-old freshman at this all girls' college. My dad has recently transferred to a job in the Netherlands, taking my family with him, but I have stayed behind for school. Instead of paying lots of money to fly over for Christmas, I have decided to stay on campus and get to know my roommate better, since she couldn't go home either.

I have blonde hair that reaches a few inches past my shoulders, blue eyes behind cute glasses, and a 115 lb. 5'5" body. I am the studious type, spending much more time in the library than the gym or at parties. My figure is still pretty nice, though, as I have a naturally good metabolism. My breasts are between an A and a B cup, and I keep my pussy neatly trimmed. I'm not a virgin, but I only had sex one time-- in the back of a car when I was in high school. I've been very horny lately, though, and I've really been mad at myself for deciding to attend an all-female college.

 

[SpectreT]

OOC:
Welcome! I neglected a physical description before, but my character is Jim Carson, He's 6'0", with black hair in a brush cut, with blue eyes and a rugged build. He got convicted of Manslaughter because he accidentally killed a man in a fistfight trying to protect a girl from the bar.

IC:
Damn! I knew I'd forgotten something in this disguise! A clipboard! People let you in anywhere if you have a clipboard, and rarely as questions of your cover story. Spotting a heat vent, I thought quick, and had the multi-purpose tool in my hand, fiddling with the screws on the grate when she walked in; hoping she'd buy what I was about to say.

My breath caught in my throat as I saw the dorm's inhabitant framed in the doorway. Petite, and devastatingly cute. She was dressed for the weather, thick boots and a large coat hiding her body from my gaze. Her glasses fogged from the outside air, and a few books tucked under her arm, probably from the library. I tried to speak twice, cleared my throat, and managed to croak, "Has the heat been coming in properly? we've gotten some complaints from the other halls, but the heaters are working properly, I figured it might be something in the ducts." If she doesn't fall for this, I don't know what I'll try next..

 

[eepy]

IC:
"Brrr," I shivered, coming in from my cold return from the library. Studying during the first week of Christmas break, not because I needed to but because I had nothing better to do. Pretty sad. I paused inside the dorm's side door to knock some snow off my boots and remove my hat and gloves, tucking them with my books under my arm.

Directly in front of me stood a maintenance man fiddling with a vent. I ran over his tall, strong-looking body with my eyes. I suppose it was nothing that special, but the only other male I had seen for the past several days was the 80-year-old man at the library checkout counter. Just looking at this maintenance guy was making me want to hurry back to my room for a little quality time with my vibrator. Wait, he doesn't have a clipboard like they usually do... hmmm, that's odd. Well, he probably just set it down somewhere. It's none of my concern really.

What was he saying? Oh, the heat.

"Umm, yes, I think it's been fine. A little cold maybe, but then it's always like that in here. It's definitely better than outside. I wouldn't worry about it," I said with a little smile. I turned to head down the hall to my room.

[Edited by eepy on 05-15-2001 at 02:50 PM]

 

[SpectreT]

Jim

She bought it, great! Only problem is, now she's seen my face. A witness was something I didn't need, but she is kind of cute, in a bookish, nerdy sort of way. And I always did have a thing for girls with glasses....

As she brushed by me to get to her room, the half-assed idea formed a little more fully. I lightly squeezed her ass on her way past me. She froze, whether from shock or fear, I don't know.

"I saw you looking at me. Must be rough, being in an all girls school. Probably limits your sex life a little. Or are girls your thing?"

 

[eepy]

Erin

I jumped at his touch. How dare he! Surprised also by the forwardness of his remark, I turned back to look at him, flushing when I recognized the obvious look of lust on his face. I realized, though, that he had read my thoughts exactly, and I really had nothing to lose by being honest with him. "Sir, that's very true, it's quite dull around here. There aren't many guys around, and I'm certainly not into girls. I don't think, though, that it's really something appropriate for you to ask me about." I glared at him, but then my face softened as a I noticed something in those deep blue eyes of his... a degree of kindness, maybe? There was definitely something about him that attracted me, perhaps solely the fact that he was a man. But there was still something about him that didn't seem... quite right. My emotions all mixed up, I asked him quietly, "Will that be all?"

OOC: Sorry, I seem to edit quite a bit

[Edited by eepy on 05-15-2001 at 11:27 PM]

 

[Merelan]

Madeline:
Tall, short auburn curls. A saucy attitude hides, or tries to hide, the loneliness of growing up with only an Uncle as family. Here at a female school because her Uncle is trying to reform her. She tends to be a bit naughty, causing trouble. More then the usual attention getting things. The last straw was when she was found masturbating in one of the classrooms of her last college. Money had covered up the scandal, but this was it.
So here she was, spending another lonely Christmas. Luckily her roomate was staying too. Madeline wanted to behave, but there was something inside her that drove her to do things. Something insode her craved to be tamed, to be taken control of. But over and over the men in charge had just passed her along.
Sighing she walked back to the suite. Wondering if the liquor store was still open. She could use a glass of wine about now. Maybe Erin would join her. She was so sweet, naive and inoccent. Pushing open the door, she hollered out, and ran into a man standing there.
"What the fuck?" Dropping her books. "Who the hell are you?" Pausing in picking them up. He looked familiar somehow. Where had I seen him before?

 

[SpectreT]

Jim

Great. Just great. Two of them, in the same dorm, on Christmas break! Just how else was everything planning on going wrong tonight? I'd just about made some headway with this one, too. She was a nice girl, if a little too trusting. Her roomie was a stunner, though, tall and just curvy enough.

"I'm a temp they hired over Christmas break in the maintenance department. I was just checking on your.....heat." I goosed the blonde one as I said this, then looked at her. "Not into girls at all, huh? Must be true, if she's your roomate and you haven't put any moves on her." A grin. "My luck is looking up, and so is yours, I think...."

I took out the handcuffs.

"If you want to play by my rules, that is."

 

[Indika]

Too late?

Could you use a third girl? I could be an RA, someone who volunteered to stay behind and watch after the other girls during the break.

If so, I'll post something.

 

[SpectreT]

OOC:
I have no problem if the others don't. Residence Assistant works, I guess.

 

[Indika]

Stacy Winslow

Character Description: 21 years old, Senior, Resident Assistant. 5'6", 105lbs, long thick auburn hair, blue eyes, 36c breasts.

IC:

Erin and Madeline were staying through the Christmas break so Mrs. Jameson had asked someone to volunteer to 'babysit' them. I had opted to do so since I could always used the time to study more. I wanted to keep my grades up so that I could graduate with honors in May. Though babysit wasn't exactly the word to describe it. Erin was very responsible. Madeline was more of a troublemaker, but she hadn't gotten any 'pinkslips' recently. I was content in the knowledge that this break was going to be pretty uneventful.

Walking home from the library I began thinking about my sex life. I'd broken up with my boyfriend before I came to college. The last thing I needed was a man getting in the way of my plans for the future. My communications courses were challenging and fun, but I had to admit there'd been something missing for a while. Something that my bedroom fantasies couldn't quite cure. I needed a tongue or a cock in my pussy soon. "I should've gone home for break," I grumbled, "I could've gone to Mahoney's Truck Stop and picked up a willing fuck toy." When I'd gone home over Summer Break, my best friend, Laura, and I had gone to Mahoney's to kick back some beers and found ourselves picking up an older trucker and having a really hot and nasty three way in the sleeping quarters of his rig. My pussy tingled at the memory. I looked down at my right hand as I approached the residence hall, "Guess it's me and you again tonight, baby." I laughed at myself as I opened the door.

Stumbling in from the cold it took a moment for me to register the scene before me. Erin and Madeline were standing in the hallway and there was a man there... with handcuffs. "What the hell is going on here?" I asked authoritatively.

 

[Merelan]

OOC: Okay, not sure if you want this a forced, sort of encounter or not. I am writing two replies, you tell me which is the way you want me to go and poof the other is gone. Okay?
Poof!!

Madeline:

At the sight of the handcuffs I smiled. Pervert. Thinking he could con his way in here and maybe get laid.
"Sure buddy. We are dying to fall on our knees and be your sex slaves. Come on Erin, let's get out of here. Go ahead, check the heating. Isn't that what you are suppose to be doing?"
Stacy walked in then, her arms full of books.


[Edited by Merelan on 05-17-2001 at 10:03 AM]

 

[SpectreT]

Jim

OOC:
Oh, the second one, I think. Jim's a basically nice guy who got a bum rap, and a lucky break. He's just taking advantage of a situation. Remember, too, he got so angry at seeing a girl held at knife-point that he beat the knife-holder to death. That's how he got into this mess to begin with.

I sighed, and looked back and forth. It looked like there was only one way to get what I wanted from these lovely young ladies, and that was by force.

Too loathsome an idea for me to even contemplate.

"So much for that idea." I grinned sheepishly and put the handcuffs away. I looked at the blonde. "Your friends are doing a good job of protecting you. Oh, and I've already finished with the heat in this hall, I was just putting the grate back on when she came in, and I stopped to flirt."

In a quieter voice, pitched so only the first two could hear, "Maybe your roomie is into girls, and trying to keep you horny so you'll eventually fall to her charms."

Laughing at the angry yelp from the redhead.

 

[Merelan]

Madeline:
Feeling better now that he had put sown the handcuffs, but still puzzling over where I had seen him. Shaking my curls.
What?

"Maybe your roomie is into girls, and
trying to keep you horny so you'll eventually fall to her charms."

"I heard that! You asshole." Brushing past him and into the room. Deciding to ignore him.
"What's for dinner? Chinese, Pizza or peanut butter and crackers?"

 

[eepy]

Erin

IC:
I was greatly relieved by the arrival of Madeline, but even more so by that of Stacy, our designated "babysitter." I was sure that she wouldn't let anything bad happen. But then, if something did happen between me and this man, would it really be "bad"? From the looks of him, I was sure he'd be very good.

The things he was saying about me and girls, though, were really irking me. I mean, sure, I'd thought about it, but it had always been a fleeting thought, nothing I'd dwelled on. But if I was so sure that I wasn't interested in Madeline as anything more than a friend, why was I letting his suggestions bother me so much? I tried to put the thought from my mind, but, thanks to him, it stuck there... those lovely, soft curls... those full, round breasts... Damn it! I don't like girls! I swear!

I glared at him as I followed Madeline into our room, not wanting to dignify his comments with a response.

Madeline turned to me and asked about dinner, but I was so shaken by my thoughts that I couldn't even really think about food. "I don't care," I told her, "Get whatever you feel like. I'm really not that hungry."

I lay my books and other things on my bed, peeling my heavy coat off of me. Underneath, I was wearing a soft, pink, long-sleeve top and my oldest Gap jeans, which I'd accidentally shrunk a little in the stupid dorm washing machine, causing them to hug my curves closely. My hair was loose and framed my flushed face prettily.

I realized that I'd lied in telling Madeline that I wasn't hungry... I was, just not for food. I was hungry for a man. I needed one to be sure of myself, to be sure that they were really what I wanted... to be sure that I wasn't a lesbian. Okay, so maybe my logic was kinda faulty, but when a girl is horny, any excuse for sex that sounds half-way legitimate is excuse enough.

"Madeline, I'm gonna, umm, go down to wash my coat and read a little. I think I splashed some mud on it coming back from the library," I said, grabbing my coat, a book, detergent and quarters.

God, I'm such a horrible liar. I always have been. I hope she bought it, even though it was a bit out there.

I headed out the door, knowing that my real mission was to find that tasty-looking maintenance man and hopefully satisfy my desire, proving my sexuality to myself in the process.

 

[SpectreT]

Jim

Well, that could have gone better. I could've had that cute blonde on her knees with my cock in her mouth; just a little tease before the main event. I pictured her spread out nude on a bed, waiting for my hands and tongue, squirming. I was making a tent in this maintenance coverall.

I was interrupted from my contemplation of the little college babe by another, not-quite-so-little college babe.

"Well? Where's your work order? If you're in here to check the heat, you've got your paperwork, right?" This one was also a redhead, but she seemed a little more mature that the two I'd been teasing before I guessed she was the "den mother" or whatever they called the official dorm babysitter. At her question, I blushed.

Putting on a sheepish look, I said, "Well, I think I left it with my other paperwork in the locker room."

"You can also consider yourself on report for sexually harrassing a student here!" She spat angrily.

"Hold the phone! I only asked once, took 'no' for an answer, and don't plan on asking again. That's not harrassment, it's just my bad luck, is all." I said, holding my hands up in a placating gesture, and keeping my voice low and soothing as possible. "When I find my clipboard, I'll be back so you can sign my work order. I'll even bring in a complaint form if you're still pissed at me. Okay?"

That said, I took my leave, and started a search for the commissary. Food and sex, the two things that drive a man's every ambition. A little bit of back-tracking led me to a low, grey building. The scent of what passed for food in an institutional environment led me to believe this was the place to grab a quick bite, so in I went. Sure enough, there was a huge industrial-scale kitchen here, with nobody around. Grinning to myself, I began to raid the huge walk-in, getting all the fixings for a triple-decker Dagwood and a jug of fruit juice. I quickly built the sandwich, and glanced up to see the door open, and the small blonde enter.

I felt kind of bad about needling her before with all that lesbian business, but the look she gave her roommate told me she had at least thought about it before. And her roomie had definitely take the bait, going so far as to use the vulgar term for a sphincter to describe me as she ducked into her room.

 

[Indika]

Stacy

~Ha! I showed him.~ I thought as I took off my heavy coat. I was glad I'd spent the extra money on the leather jacket this past fall. It really kept me warm. I didn't like to wear too many layers. My Gap jeans were loose enough to hang low on my hips and my blue v-neck sweater off-set my eyes and hugged my curves nicely (if I do say so myself).

~Now what to do for dinner.~ I'd gotten permission from Mrs. Jameson to use the cafeteria kitchen for cooking if we wanted to have a nice home cooked meal, after all it was a two week break. I deposited my books in my room and decided to ask the girls if they wanted to help me make something to eat, instead of ordering out. Too much take out can put weight on a girl faster than anything. I had gone to the store earlier in the week and bought a few things which were being stored in my dorm fridge.

Walking down the hall to Madeline and Erin's room, I knocked.

 

[eepy]

Erin

IC:
I began my search for the maintenance man in the lobby but found the grate back in place and only Stacy in sight. She said that she'd been on her way to mine and Madeline's room and asked me what I was doing for dinner. I told her that I was going to do some laundry right then, but I thanked her for her earlier help and told her that if she fixed something to eat I would definitely love to have some when I was done with the load.

I then headed down to the laundry room in the basement. "Well, as long as I'm down here, I may as well stick this in," I thought, throwing my coat in the machine and starting the wash cycle. "Then it won't look so suspicious is Madeline comes looking for me or something." Leaving the rest of my stuff on a table in the middle of the room, I ducked out a side door and up some concrete stairs to the ground level. Freezing without my coat, I jogged across an opening to a small building that I knew was used by the maintenance crew. I ducked inside and searched the place fairly thoroughly but found no signs of life.

My stomach growled, the sounds echoing off the dingy walls. Hmmm, maybe I was hungry after all. Heading out the back door of that building, I realized that I was just across the way from the cafeteria and decided to sneak into the side entrance (I had heard from some of Madeline's trouble-maker friends that the lock was broken) and see what I could come up with for dinner. I normally tried to be a "good" girl and follow the rules, but some days I got into a mood where I felt I just had to break them. Today happened to be one of those days.

I hurridly entered the building, frozen to the bone. My teeth were chattering, my hands were numb, and I could feel my hard nipples poking against the cups of my black lacy bra (a rare impulse buy). Making my way through the dark kitchen, I felt eyes on my back. Turning, I saw him... the original object of my quest.

"I was just... um... gonna grab some cereal," I said, nervous but also excited by the way he was looking at me. "Don't mind me." I smiled sweetly, then turned and bent over, pretending to look through a low cupboard. I wiggled my ass a bit, then flipped my hair and looked back over my shoulder to see if my amateur efforts were having the desired effect.

[Edited by eepy on 05-17-2001 at 07:11 PM]

 

[SpectreT]

Jim

God, she was cute. I noticed the cereal on a high shelf, and was abou to mention it, when she wriggled her ass at me. I was certain it was deliberate, because she looked back at me. I smiled, then moved forward. Cupping her butt in my hand, I slowly eased the hand forward some, till I was cupping her crotch. Giving this a light squeeze, I grabbed her left arm, hauled it behind her, and slapped a handcuff on it. She nearly lost her balance, so I caught her around the waist.

Surprise showed clearly on her face as I grabbed her other arm, pulled it back to meet the first, and ratcheted the cuff around it. These were male-type cuffs, so they were a lot large on her wrists. At their tightest setting, i was willing to bet she could wriggle free of them, given enough time. I spun her to face me, and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Relax. Trust me. This is a game, and it'll be a fun one, for both of us, I hope."

 

[eepy]

Erin

I grinned when I felt his hand on my jean-clad bottom. It moved to the front of my pants and I could feel myself growing wet already from the slight pressure of his fingers pushing against this sensitive area.

But then he grabbed my arm roughly, and before I knew it I was staring up into his lust-filled eyes and my wrists were behind me, trapped in cold, hard metal.

What was he saying? Relax? Trust him? Not likely! I felt like such a fool! I had deliberately tempted this man, and now it was looking like I was going to be savagely raped and who knows what else! Even though I'd really had no idea what I was doing, this was not what I'd intended.

"Please, don't..." I murmered. I dropped my eyes from his and felt warm tears begin to course down my cheeks. His hands gently encircled my waist, pulling me to him. I felt a warm tongue on my face, licking up my salty tears as they fell. I lifted my face to him, reveling in his comforting touch. My body began to respond to him again. "Maybe this is going to be all right," I thought, as I turned my head slightly so that my lips could meet his. I hadn't been kissed in the longest time, and the feeling of his lips against mine made me moan slightly and raise up on my toes, resting my breasts against his chest. But would he return the kiss? Maybe all he was after was sex...

 

[SpectreT]

Jim

Yes! She was going with it! I reached behind her, squeezing and cupping her ass as she tilted her head, the unmistakeable offer of a kiss. I moaned, pulling her closer to me, letting her feel my erection against her belly as I licked her offered lips, then pressed my own against them. I was kneading the cheeks of her rump and delighting in her squirming as she shyly opened her mouth for the kiss I offered her, our tongues blending between our mouths. I knew I tasted like a sandwich, but her mouth was pure cinnamon heaven, either gum or mouthwash, I couldn't be sure.

Pausing, I looked into her eyes. "Sorry about all that lesbian crap. The first time was an honest question, the rest of the time I was needling your roomie. I didn't mean for it to bug you so much." Grinning, I pulled her face to mine for another kiss as I left off playing with her ass to slide a hand between us and cup her breast. It felt small, soft, and firm in my hand. Of course, I have large hands.

 

[Merelan]

Madeline:
Erin made some lame excuse. Damn it. Half my mind wondered as she left if she was going to find that man. I had seen the way she was drawn to him.
Standing there, unable to decide if I should follow, knowing she wouldn't know what she was getting into. Suddenly a knock.
"Who the hell is it?" Angry and upset, and concerned. Opening it rather quickly. "Oh sorry Stacey. Thought it might be that guy." Should i ask her advise? No. I didn't need to worry. If Erin wanted to go fuck some idiot with handcuffs ... Jesus.
"What the hell am I suppose to do." Interrupting her, and not even realizing she had no idea what I was talking about.

 

[eepy]

Erin

When I felt his tongue lick my lips and enter my mouth, caressing my own tongue gently, I knew I'd found what I'd been looking for. I'd been so lonely lately, with no one around to satisfy my craving for physical closeness. His hand was on my breast, teasing my already-taut nipple through my shirt and bra. The hand covering me was so large, and I wondered how big the part of him that was pushing against my belly through his clothing may be. The thought made me shiver, as the only guy I had been with had had a pretty small dick, and my vibrator was a nice slim, curved one that I pretty much just to stimulate my G-spot. I pressed closer to him and ran my tongue behind his teeth, tickling the roof of his mouth. His brief pause to apologize for his earlier comments made me smile, and as he began to kiss my again, I wondered if he realized that it was those same comments that had driven me to pursue him. It didn't really matter, but it was interesting and kind of ironic somehow. I wished my wrists weren't handcuffed so I could run my hands through his dark hair and along those broad shoulders and very tempting chest, feeling every inch of his body. Since I couldn't, I reluctantly broke away from his mouth and began kissing my way down. Nose, cheek, jaw, ear, behind the ear, all over the neck. Alternating between soft and harder kisses, gentle sucking, little licks. He tasted like sweat and soap, and his skin felt like velvet under my tongue. I continued down to the skin that was exposed by the open top button of his jumpsuit, kissing and licking, rubbing my nose against the little bit of soft chest hair there. I had a sudden thought-- "He's gonna think I'm such a slut! I know there's no way he could ruin my reputation or anything like that, but I really don't want anybody to think that... I'm a good girl... most of the time."

Looking up, I said, "I don't normally do this, you know. I mean, I don't even know your name."

 

[SpectreT]

Jim

I grinned at her. Shyness and sensuality in the same person; she was going to be a lot of fun to be with, and not just sexually, I could see.

"My name's Jim Carson." I offered my hand for her to shake, then realized my malaprop. I clapped myself on the forehead and chuckled in embarrasment. "Can't shake with your hands cuffed. My bad." I lightly kissed her nose.

"Would you like to continue your little oral tour of my body?" I asked in a teasing way, opening a few more buttons.

 

[Indika]

Stacy

I cocked an eyebrow at Madeline's question. "Huh? What are you talking about? I was coming to see if you wanted to make a nice homecooked meal tonight." I looked around the small room. "Uhh.. where's Erin?" I had a slight fear she'd gone looking for that maintenance guy. She'd had a look in her eyes I hadn't seen before... a look of barely disquised lust. I put my hands on my hips.