Disorientation at Gwynn Hall (Closed Thread)

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Jerimiah could finnally rest. The university orientation period was over and he couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. He was one of the youngest orientation leaders being a sophmore and his group comprised of 15 incomming freshmen kicked some serious butt during the some times unbeilvably campy and boring events over the past week. Even though they didn't make the top 3 out of the 20 groups, he was still proud of them, they were his kids.

He felt comfortable in his dorm room. Enjoying the peacefull quiet while he could knowing that in a day or two his roomate, some dude from Florida, would arrive soon. The second floor of the building where he lived, Gwynn Hall, was still mostly unoccupied. some of the empty dorm rooms stood open empty. Afew times Jer would walk down the halls wondering just what the next few days would bring. Already a few other upperclassmen had started to drift on to campus. Father and mothers and boy friends and girlfriends helping the returnees unload there belongings in the parking lot.

Jer placed his long brown fingers on the sill of the window and looked out. He saw a few people milling about. waved hello to some of his former orientation team kids that were sitting on the stoop to Gwynne Hall. Then he felt a strong breeze come thru that caused his long dreads to blow back a bit. he quickly tied them back in a sloppy knot and enjoyed the wind that seemed to cut thru the late summer haze that had settled on the campus. He sat in the window sill looking down watching the people drift in. Ready to start the new year.
 
Christina Fuller

I couldn't believe I'd actually made it to college! The last few years of my life had been pretty intense, and at one point I was sure I'd be stuck in my boring shithole of a town forever. But, at the end, my counselor had pulled a full strings and got me in to the state college. I glanced down at the dorm assignment in my hand and then back up at the tall building in front of me.

Gwynn Hall. The only co-ed dorm on campus, and I was stuck there. I hated teenage boys sometimes. Their antics never impressed me. I'd had one boyfriend in high school, but he'd moved on when he realized I wasn't giving out. He'd also spread the word, so that totally ended my high school social life.

It wasn't that boys didn't try. I knew that I was what some people considered attractive, but my frigidness kept the men distant. Standing at 5'4, with a well proportioned body, I'd gotten my share of stares as I strolled the campus grounds looking for Gwynn. The breeze kept blowing my straight chestnut colored hair in my face, and I struggled to loop it into a scrunchie as I pulled my suitcase toward the front steps of my dormitory.

Well, here goes nothing, I thought, as I began up the steps leading into my new home.
 
After realizing that he had spent almost the entire day in his dorm room, setting up the little things that made life in a cramped space livable Jer decided that it was time to get out. he grabbed his keys and made his way out of the door of his room. He turned and looked at it seeing the room number, 214, written on in black letters on an orange plank under the eyehole. He fished in to his cargo pants pocket and pulled out a small Atari Teenage Riot sticker that he found the other day and placed it right under the numbers.

He spun on his heels and trotted thru the empty hallways, and down the steps wondering what would he do for the rest of the day. He knew the passages by heart having lived in the same buildig on the same floor the year before. He took the curves and went down th e steps without looking at where he was going, his mind counting off the things he could do, people he wanted to see and stuff he needed to pick up before classes started.

Jerimiah was just about to turn the last corner before hitting the lobby when something hit him. Or his foot to be more exact. The next thing he knew he was sprawled out on the linoleum floor of the lobby with a sharp pain runnig up his ankle and a dull throbb on his forhead. he looked around and saw a suitcase laying under his legs and a rather suprised looking young lady with chestnut colored hair looking at him. He wasnt sure if the look she gave him was one of anger or concern, but he did could not help but notice that she was stunning.

"MM ah damn, excuse me" he said trying to stand up. "This is not how I usually go about meeting newcomers with strong luggage." He tried to smile but the pain in his ankle shot thru him causig his smile to twist breifly. He held himself up agaisnt the wall, balancing rather precarously on the one good foot and said in the most cheerfull voice that he could manage "Now that we are more eye to eye, I'm Jer."
 
Christina

As the young man struggled to his feet, I couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. Damn, if he'd been looking where he was going, he might still be standing. But then, as I saw his face twist into a grimace, I started to soften. It wasn't his fault I'd stopped at the bottom of the stairs to figure out what room was mine. And I had left my luggage at the center of the staircase....

I sighed and offered my hand. "I'm Christina...not Christy, not Chris, Christina."

He looked at me oddly for a moment then grasped my tiny white hand in his much larger brown one. "I'm Jer."

"I know I knocked you down, but do you think you could help? I'm a freshman and totally lost. Where the hell is room 216? This place is like a maze."
 
"pleased to meet you Christina not Crissy, despite the um painful circumstances." By this time I was trying not to smile my ass off. She seemed like she was pissed for a second but I think she is starting to chill.

Then I realized where her room was, 216, right next to mine. I looked down and saw that she already had her key. I felt my pulse increase at the thought of this fine thing living next door to me.

"Well looks like we are neighbors Christine. I'm in room 214." Ismiled at her and motioned up the stairwell holding on to the bannester trying to think of some kind of light talk to keep my mind off my ankle also to keep my eyes focused on here eyes rather than some other part of fine body. not wanting to be like one of those horny ass freshmen oggling evry peice of ass that walks by them.

" I'm an old hat in the Gwynn Hall, been here a year and a summer so I can show you just about everything. Provided I didnt mess my ankel up to badly." I tested it and the sharp pain was gone, replaced by a dull throbbig pain that matched the one in my head. "Dont worry i'm not trying to guilt trip you or anything. I'll be fine, just goonahave to avoid the dancefloor for a few days. "

Jeesus i'm bumbling around like an idiot here. Hope she doesn't think I'm an ass.
 
Christina:

I smiled at his nervousness. Who would have ever thought this tall, dark, and very good looking man would be nervous around a female, especially me? I fell behind him a step or two so I could see him from behind. Wow! The boy had a nice ass! Wait...did I just think that? I frowned and shook my head slightly as I tore my eyes away from his bottom.

Growing up in the town where I was born, I'd not been around too many black people. Well, hell, to be honest, he was actually the first black man I'd spoken to ever. Yeah, unbelievable, I know. But it wasn't that I was prejudiced, it wasn't that at all. Just in Iowa where I grew up, finding a black man or a person of any color other than white was a rare thing. My parents were not racist at all either. My dad had served years in the military before I was born and had been around all types of people. He'd definitely taught his baby girl how to respect all kinds of people.

When Jer stopped in front of my room, I was so lost in thought that I ran straight into his back. My breasts were pressed up against his broad back, and I felt my never-been-touched nipples suddenly contract and tighten. I jerked away, and blushing, unlocked my door. I stepped around him, my round ass brushing against his thigh as I moved into the room. Turning around I opened my mouth to say thank you, but what came out was, "Would you like to hang out a little? Maybe you could tell me how to cope with campus life. You know, what not to do and what to do."

I bit my lip, immediately embarrassed. I knew his fine ass probably had other things to do. Why would he want to hang out with a puny freshman like myself?
 
I felt her tits press agaisnt my back when we came to her room. My thin t-shirt did nothing to stop the sensation of her nipples against me. I felt them linger awhile longer than they should have. Was this girl getting hot for me? befor i could finish the thought however she jerked away. As she stepped past her ass slid over my thigh, I pressed against her slightly not trying to be obvious but loving the feel of her against me. even if it was only for the breifist of moments.

I looked around the room, the furniture was all disorganized from the summer cleaning, mattresses were up agaisnt the walls dressers in the middle of the floor.

She turned around and i could have sworn that I saw her nipples rock hard under her shirt. she said "Would you like to hang out a little? Maybe you could tell me how to cope with campus life. You know, what not to do and what to do."


I said "Sure, although why don't we go over to my place, I have been here for a week already and have fixed up my spot quite nicely. might give you a few decorating ideas. I can get some ice from my mini fridge for this ankle too."
 
Christina:

"Ok, just let me put the suitcases in the closet." I pushed the suitcase into the small closet closest to the window. I slipped off my denim jacket and dropped it on the bed against the wall, claiming that one as my own. Lifting my arms, I tugged the white scrunchie out of my hair and ran my fingers through it, allowing it to fall back down around my shoulders. I'd cut it off as a freshman, and now I was determined to keep it long. It now touched the top of my bra strap, and since it was one of my favorite attributes about myself, I was constantly playing with it.

I turned back toward Jer, who was staring at me with an expression I'd never seen before. Again, I felt that surge of something flow through my body. I licked my lips and smiled, walking over to him. "I'm ready when you are."

He nodded and turned, stepping out into the hallway. He opened the door directly to the right of mine and I said, "Wow, when you said we're neighbors, you weren't kidding."

I followed him into his room which was much more organized than I'd expected. In all the college movies I'd seen, usually male dorm rooms were horrid. Pizza boxes, beer cans, and co-ed's bras hanging everywhere was what I expected. What I got was a very neat although definitely masculine room. I stepped around him again, my jeans brushing him in the same spot, and took a seat on one the made bed. "I'm assuming your roomie isn't here yet?"
 
"yeah he isnt due in untill tomorrow or the day after." I say walking over to my computer and turning on some chilled out Drum and Bass by 4Hero. I had watched her every move since sitting in her room.

The way she would reach up and play with those chestnut colored locks of hers turned me on so much. I wanted those to be my fingers in her hair.

the way that she kept on teasing my body with ehrs as we walked the few steps to my room excited me even more. My skin felt tingly and warm, and I knew it was not from the heat.

I sat down on the bed next to her my fingertips brushing over her hands. "well I guess i should tell you a few tips since you missed orientation." I said in a friendly tone. "First thing is, never leave with out your keys even when you go to the shower. I got locked out of my room last october, was walking around with nothing but a small towel and water on my skin." I smiled and let that last image of me sink in to her. Anything to replace the one of the guy that didn't look where he was going.
 
Christina

I swallowed hard at the image he left in my mind. If he looked anywhere close to what I was imagining, this country girl could be in trouble. I glanced down to where our hands were touching, and took in the total color contrast happening. It was beautiful! I'd never thought someone's hand could turn me on so much.

I became aware that I was supposed to say something, but no words would form. I pulled my hand out from under his and stood up. Strolling over to his open window, I placed my hands on the sill and bent over, sticking my head out into the cool air. The wind blew my hair across my face, and I closed my eyes as the cold breeze chased all the thoughts of him in a towel out of my clouded mind.

I knew that standing like this, my back was arched, causing my overly round ass to stretch my Levi's to capacity. They were already tight, and this butt I had was pushing their limits. I didn't know how my body had become this full. My mom was a stick and my dad was only a tiny bit bigger. Neither of them had any ass to speak of. I'd watched the girls on BET and MTV and wondered if there was a black woman somewhere in my heritage.

I pulled my head back in and moved back to the bed. Sitting down beside him, I finally stammered, "How'd you get back in? Or did you stand there in your towel for hours?"
 
Jerimiah Mills

I watched her as she moved over to my favorite window. she bent over and stretched her body out gving me a wonderful view of one of the jucyist asses I have ever hand the pleasure of looking at. I felt my self harden a bit at the mear thought of touching that fine ass.

After looking at the window she turned back and joined me on the bed again."How'd you get back in? Or did you stand there in your towel for hours?"

she sounded nervous, almost like how I was in the moments after the fall. I had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking about. my eyes passed over her hard nipples as she squirmed a bit on the bed next to me.

I leaned a little closer to her, resting my hand on the small of her back and said. "well I went down stairs to the office looking for a Resident Asistant. Luckily one was there but I was still standing half naked in the lobby as she was getting the master key. got a lot of wistles that day."

I smiled at her. my fiingertips caressing the small of her back, teasing her skin thru the fabric of her shirt.
 
Christina

When his fingers brushed my back, even through the fabric of my tee, I about lost it. My spine arched and a soft moan escaped my throat. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back just a bit, so that my hair brushed over his hand where it met my body.

I clenched his bedspread in my hand and made myself relax. He didn't need to know how this was effecting me. I squeezed my thighs together and made myself breathe.

"Whistles huh? You look that good in a towel and nothing else?"

What the..? Did I actually say that? Something had to be wrong with me. All these things I'd never consider saying were just coming out unbidden. Damn, my mother was right when she said that college would be a whole new world.
 
Jerimiah

"Whistles huh? You look that good in a towel and nothing else?"

I smiled at her and stroked my fingers up and down the small of her back. I saw her fingers gripping and releasing the sheets as I pondered my next move, not wanting to screw up this subtle game of seduction that seemed to be filling the air between us but at the same time not wanting to loose any of the momentum that we have built up since I fell over her suitcase.

"Well I admit I may be a bit on the lanky side," I let out a small laugh, "but thats due to the cafteria food here. I'm not exactly a stick boy."

I reached my other arm out infront of her slowly made a fist and curlded up showing my muscles well toned from my school-year workstudy job lugging damaged computers across campus to be repaired. I slipped the had that was stroking her back around to her hip, pulling her slightly closer to me. I could feel the heat radiating from her body and causht a wiff of her sweet scent as a gentle breeze moved thru the room.

"what do you think Christina? Wistle worthy?"
 
Christina

I bit my lip as he flexed his muscles for me. When I felt my hip brush against his, I couldn't restrain myself. I lifted my right hand and placed it on his bicep.

"Very nice," I stammered, "You have a body like the boys in Iowa, but theirs comes from farmwork." I still hadn't removed my hand from his arm, and I didn't want to. I slid my hand down a bit and then back up, allowing my palm to touch his skin instead of his t-shirt.

"Nice smooth skin too." I stated, squeezing his arm briefly then letting my hand fall back in my lap.

His hand was still caressing my back, and I waited breathlessly for what was going to happen next.
 
I didnt expect her to touch my bicep but I loves the feel of her fingers on my arm. I leaned over a bit more, letting her fingers trail under the sleave of my t-shirt.

I could feel her breath on me, he face so close to mine. a small voice in myhead was saying slow down, this isnt like you. But that was overridden by another more compelling force that made me open my fist and bring the tips of my long fingers to her cheek gently, lightly cupping my palm against her face slowly turning her towards me.

there was a moment of silence I looked in to her eyes. I heard the rustling of the leaves in the trees comming thru the window. I leaned my face forward and brought my lips to hers. kissing her slowly and deeply, brething in her breath and giving her mine in return. I tasted her on my tongue as they danced with each other for what seemed like an eternity. then slowly achingly I sliped my lips away from her and said in a low voice "I hope you don't think that was too forward of me."
 
Christina

After he pulled away from me, I sat in silence with my eyes closed. I'd never been kissed like that before. The one boyfriend I'd had couldn't figure out how to kiss at all. This, now this, was a kiss.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked into his. Silently I shook my head and leaned forward, pressing my lips back against his. Tentatively I traced his full lips with the tip of my tonge, and when I grew bolder, I slipped my tongue into his mouth. My hands rested lightly on his thighs and I leaned closer to him, my mouth moving over his in a deep, wanting kiss.

I had never felt this before. This burning in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know why, but I had to have him. Damn that I had just met him, and damn that he might think I was a slut. It was now or never.

I moved my lips down his jaw to his neck and kissed him there, lightly, my lips sucking at his brown flesh gently, before pulling away. I looked at him again and whispered, "Do you think it's too much?"
 
i didnt answer her, instead I slipped my hand under the back of her shirtt. my fingertips touching her bare skin. wantig to feel more of her. I kissed her very lightly on the lips again and tried to remember when the last time was that I had experienced lips as sweet as hers. too longhe realized, waay to long.

I let my tongue slip between Christina's lucious lips. My tongue teased hers as I pulled her closer to me. finnally I said "mm not too much at all" then brought my lips to her neck.

I flickde the tip of my tongue down around the hollow of her neck. feeling her body moving with each deep breath she took. the feelign in side me urging me on. I gave her one last long kiss then leaned back slowly pulling up my shirt.
 
Christina

When he began taking his shirt off, I about passed out. His body was perfect. Well defined, but not as muscular as those body builders that I couldn't stand to look at. I clenched the sheets in my hands as he tossed the shirt to the floor, but I couldn't help myself.

I brought both my hands up to rest on his broad chest. His skin was so smooth and his pecs were firm under my touch. I slid my hands outward caressing his whole chest with slow strokes of my hand. I brushed my palms over his nipples and then guided them lower, still kind of unsure about what I was doing.

Finally, I pulled my hands away from him, and took a deep breath. "Fair is fair I guess." I said, then began lifting my shirt away from my skin as well.

I took my time in easing it up, letting my smooth stomach and then the underside of my breasts appear slowly. I pulled it over my head and dropped it on top of his. I sat there silently as his eyes appraised my flat tummy and the C cups that were threatening to spill out of my pink satin bra.

"You like?" I whispered, suddenly shy and afraid of his response.
 
I closed my eyes breifly as her hands explored my chest. smiling as her pams rested on my nipples. I opened them as she began to take off her own top. revealing more of her beustiful form to me.

she said shyly "You like?" and I saw her body turn inward slightly. as if she was unsure of herself. I wondered how she could think that any man would not like what i was seeing in front of me.then I realized a possibility. she could be a virgin.

I smiled at her and ran my fingers thru her hair slowly and said "mm baby, How can I not love what I am seeing right now."

I sensed her hesitancy despite my words and sat down next to her again my lips seeking hers as my fingers caressed her flat stomach. I whisppered to her "we can go as far as you want." my finger tips brushed down around her navel. "if you want me to stop just tell me."

my hands slipped lower over her Levis and lightly cupper her crotch. i could feel her heat thru the jeans as I kissed down over the top of her lovely soft breasts
 
Christina

At his words, I relaxed into his embrace. His hands and lips felt so good. When his palm slid over my most private area, I groaned and pushed up instinctively at his hand. I let my head fall back as he nuzzled my breasts, and I felt my body starting to tingle at his ministrations.

I pulled away and reached for the front clasp on my pale pink bra. Looking at him, I popped the snap and allowed the bra to drape over my bosom, not showing anything more than the rounded edges of my breasts. I leaned toward him again and kissed his mouth, then ran my hand down his flat tummy again. I hesitated at the snap on his jeans, but then my fingers fumbled with it, and it was open.

"And if I don't want to stop?" I heard myself say huskily. I'd never knew I could be this wanton....and for some reason, I was loving it. I only hoped he was too.
 
I sucked lovingly on her tongue as my hand cupped one of her breasts. feeling the lacy bra in my palm as I slowly squeezed and massaged it.

"And if I don't want to stop?" I heard her say as she poped open my jeans.

I said, "my roomate doesnt get here for a day and a half. . ." I let the rest go unsaid. My long fingertips gently pushed her open bra to the side, exposing her right breast completly. I leaned my head down and gave her nipple a long slow kiss. my tongue cicling around her areola as my own fingers went to work on her zipper.
 
Christina:

When his mouth first touched my nipple, I almost freaked out. But in a matter of seconds, I was relaxed again as his tongue worked wonders on me. I arched my back and offered him more of my breast, at the same time easing my bra completely off. I tugged on the zipper of his jeans and they opened for me, his hardness struggling to get out. I pulled my hand away, somewhat inhibited at first, but as his mouth continued to caress me I got braver.

I used the tips of my fingers to stroke him through the material of his boxers, and when that made him groan, I circled his shaft with one hand and squeezed a bit.

"Am I doing okay, Jer?" I whispered, still jerking him lightly.
 
I whisperd back to her, "Christina baby you are doing wonderful, I want to feel those fingers on me" I raised my hips up slightly to push my pants and boxers down slowly. revealing the patch of pubic hair above the base of my cock then the bottom part of my shaft then all of my manhood to christinas eyes. my hardening inches begining eagar to be touched by her fingers.

when I settled back down I kissed her neck traioing my lips over her body again this time licking and suckign my way down you her left breast treatig it with the same loving licks and caresses that i treeated the right.

my fingers had loosened her tight jeans and caressed down her stomach stopping at her panty line feeling the heat from her loins onmy hand. I give her nibble on her hard bud as i slip my hand down. Fingers sliding between her jeans and panties, feelig the wetness on the other side of her lace
 
Christina:

When he freed his cock for me, I tentatively re-captured it in my palm. It was hard and soft at the same time, and I could feel it throbbing under my tiny hand. This was amazing. I'd never even seen a man's privates, and now I was holding one. The thought made me smile. I began stroking it again, up and down, squeezing it gently every third stroke or so. I so hoped I was pleasing him.

As his hand slid into my panties, I hissed and my hips jerked a bit off of the bed. His fingers sliding into my wetness was the most wonderful thing I'd ever experienced. How the hell did I get this wet? I didn't even know it was possible. I moaned and wiggled my hips a bit, wanting him to touch more of me. I finally released his cock and pulled away from him, sliding his hands out of my jeans.

"I just need more." I whispered, as I stood up and pushed my pants down past my knees. My pale pink bikini panties were soaked through, and I pushed them down too. I stepped out of the bundle of clothes at my feet and then turned to look at him.

"I've never done this before." I said, nervously covering myself with both of my hands. I'd shaved my mound a few days before for the first time, after one of my friends said it was the "in" thing to do, and now someone was looking at it. What would he think?
 
I sat on the bed looking at her, thinking of Venus in the seashell as she stood before me covering herself.

"I've never done this before." she said, which confirmed my suspicions. I was pretty close to a virgin my self after having sex a few times freshmen year with a girl who transfered the next semester. I learned a lot from my time with her. And was more than ready to share my knowledge with Cristina.

"Its ok Christina." I said calmly placing my hand on hers, looking up in to her eyes. "I will go slow, I want to go slow." I press my lips to her stomach and kiss her skin.
"I want you to enjoy every"
Kiss
"minute"
kiss
"of this"

by this time my mouth had reached the back of her hand covering her pussy. I gave her hand a slow kiss then gently lifted it away from her body. Seeing her smooth mound was a plesant suprise. It made her look even more innocent and pure.

I guided her back down to the bed coverign her body with light wet kisses, letting my fingers tease over her mound as my lips moved lower and lower down her body
 
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