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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Bold Move by Ethan (address withheld by request) *** A true story from my college days when I indulged in a little exhibitionism in the coed shower for the shy girl across the hall. She seemed intrigued, and I made the bold decision to take it a step further. (MF, exh, 1st, oral, true) *** The history of my sex life is generally uneventful and boring. There is one stark exception, though, which I will tell you about now, the only really wild and spontaneous encounter I've ever had. It is also a cautionary tale, one that I hope others may learn from. This is how it really happened: My college dorm had an unusual arrangement for its bathrooms. The dorm was divided vertically into "entries," small units with 6 rooms per floor. Each floor had a single co-ed bathroom with two stalls, two latrines, and a double shower. The arrangement was probably quite sensible back when the dorm (in fact, almost the entire school) had been men-only. With women in the picture, new etiquette had evolved. The bathroom door was normally open. If you were in the bathroom, you closed the door. If you needed to use the bathroom and the door was closed, you knocked - the occupant would either reply "come in" if they were in a closed stall or just doing their hair or whatever, or "go away" if they were naked or just didn't like sharing. Some people, myself included, would even let others come into the bathroom while we showed. The shower curtain was opaque, and the practice helped to move people through during the high-traffic times of the morning. There was a mousy little girl who lived in the room right across the hall from the bathroom on my floor. She wasn't what I would call really attractive, but had a certain appeal because of her small size and shyness. I didn't know her name. She had dark, slightly curly shoulder-length hair and slightly dark skin. I had only ever heard her speak a few words, but she seemed to have a little bit of an accent, and I imagined she might be from Greece or Lebanon or some Eastern Mediterranean place. It was not unusual for her to knock on the bathroom door while I was showing in the morning, and I could always tell when it was her by how soft and tentative her knock was. So I was in college. I was male. I was horny as hell. I would often wake up with a powerful hard-on which I would relieve with a little morning jerk in the shower. One morning, getting lathered up and searching mentally for a good fantasy, I thought of the girl across the hall. Not long after, I heard the almost reluctant-sounding knock on the door. Hormones raging, I decided to have some fun with her. I reached up and drew the shower curtain. It would have sounded to her that I was making sure I was completely covered up before giving her the okay to come in. I wasn't. I had drawn it open halfway. I told her to come in. The sinks and a long mirror were along the wall opposite the shower. I stood facing the showerhead, away from her, pretending to wash normally. She said nothing. I heard the sink running. I snuck a quick look back at her, trying to make it as natural a part of my washing as possible. She was in a pink robe, wearing her glasses (apparently she wore contacts during the day), her hair a bit messy. She was filling a small coffeepot at the sink, and she was looking in the mirror at me. Seeing me seeing her, she quickly smiled in an embarrassed way, shut off the sink, and hurried out of the room. I smiled at myself, pleased to have made an impression on her, closed my soapy hand around my cock and gently fucked myself as I thought about roughly penetrating the mousy girl from behind. It was only a minute or two later - I hadn't had nearly enough time to come - that I heard her knock again. I was taken quite by surprise. I turned back to the showerhead like I had been the first time, and told her again to come in. The sink started running. And it ran. And it ran. I managed another glance. She had the coffee pot again. I was amused at how pathetic an excuse it was. She was looking at me in the mirror. I looked right at her and gave her my best unashamed, unaccusatory, friendly smile, then turned back away. The water ran a little while longer, then she left. At this point, the adrenaline was really flowing. The possibility screamed at me: What if she came back again? What should I do? My cock was throbbing at full extension. I didn't have time to decide. In under two minutes she knocked again. I invited her in. She still had her coffee pot. The excuse was way past ridiculous. She was undoubtedly fascinated. Did she want me to fuck her? I guessed she probably didn't know, just kept coming back because she felt drawn. I couldn't imagine that she was very sexually experienced. Perhaps a virgin, perhaps not, but definitely inexperienced. What did I want? I had to do something. My adrenaline level was so high I was having mild shakes. What did I want? It was too difficult, so I retreated to an easier question: What did I not want? I decided that this was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of opportunity, that what I would regret most would be not having taken this chance at a steamy sexual encounter with a near stranger. This still didn't tell me what exactly I wanted to do with her, but I knew I had to make a move. She was uncertain, so I had to be assertive. I was so hyped up that this whole thought process only took about 5 seconds from start to finish. I turned around to face her. One step at a time, now. Whatever we were going to do, it would require privacy. The shower still running, not saying anything, not bothering to dry off, I stepped out of the shower, walked past her, and locked the door, leaving drips and pools on the floor from my wet body. I turned back toward her again with a gentle smile. She looked scared, but didn't move. Okay, that was a good next step: calm her down. "I'm glad you came back," I said, trying for a combination of soothing and sexy in my tone. I advanced toward her slowly, put my arms around her waist, and kissed her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly. She was a tentative kisser, at least right now. I moved one hand up to the middle of her back and tangled the fingers of the other in her hair. I pressed my body up against hers and gently opener her lips wider using mine. She was slowly but surely relaxing. I tried a little tongue. She started to pull her head back. More assertive, I thought. If she won't even kiss you, it all stops here. I firmed my embrace behind her head and leaned further in, my tongue probing her boldly. In two seconds, she responded. I got the feeling she had never kissed like this before, but in an abrupt reversal, she started frenching me enthusiastically and reciprocating the pressure of my body against hers. I let it go on for about 90 seconds. Then it was clearly time for escalation. An important wall had been broken down in her: she was now happily involved in an act of passion with me. I still didn't know where it was all headed, but I knew I wanted to keep the momentum. I moved both my hands slowly down to her ass. I caressed both her cheeks through her robe and whatever else she had on underneath. (What that was, I hadn't had the opportunity to find out yet.) Then I held her firmly by the hips and ground my pelvis against hers. She immediately grabbed my ass and sunk her fingers deeply into the cheeks, exhaling impatiently. This was nice, but I could tell it wouldn't be long before I rubbed my dick raw against the terrycloth of her robe. I reluctantly withdrew from her mouth and turned my attention to her neck, my body pulling back just a hair from hers as I moved lower. Her hands went to my head and she ran her fingers through my hair, letting her head tilt back as I nibbled around her neckline. I undid the tie of her robe and reached inside to cup her breasts through the faded blue t-shirt she wore underneath. She was braless, of course, and her breasts felt magical, only about a B-cup, I would guess, but the perfect size for her frame. I continued to let my body slowly sink, planting kisses down the front of her shirt to her belly until I was kneeling in front of her, my hands now on her hips. It had been as perfect as a wet dream up to this point, but I was getting too lost in it, and wasn't being careful enough. Too soon, I slipped my hands under the hem of her shirt and into the waistband of her plain, somewhat old, white panties, one hand at each hip, intending to strip the panties swiftly off. It was as if she woke suddenly from a trance. She gripped my wrists and looked down at me with an almost terrified expression. I looked back, frozen and suddenly confused. Damn! Then she turned quickly and yanked the door handle. It didn't open - you'll remember I had locked it a few minutes earlier. She hurriedly and clumsily unlocked the door with her shaky hands as I stood and put a hand on her shoulder rather tentatively. She ignored my gesture and ran out of the bathroom, a few steps across the hall, and disappeared into her room. Damn, damn, damn! I turned off the shower - I had finished washing long before. I toweled off and started to wrap my towel around my waist, then stopped and hung it back on the hook so I could brush my teeth in the nude, just in case she came back. She didn't, so I wrapped it around me and went out. I paused, facing her door, for several seconds, lost in my disappointment. Then - was I imagining it? - it seemed I heard the faintest of rhythmic sounds coming from her room. I glanced up and down the short hall, then moved quietly closer and put my ear near the door, not quite touching it. There was a sound. It was very soft, but there was just the hint of the creak of a mattress, then eventually, a muted, high-pitched squeak that sounded like a choked-off cry, then a short while later, another. My pulse was once again racing. She was masturbating. I knocked on the door. The noises stopped. Nothing happened. I knocked again. I heard her getting up and walking to the door. There was a pause - she was probably looking through the peephole - then the door slowly opened partway and she peeked her head around its edge, hiding her body behind it. "Can I come in?" I asked. She opened the door wider and stepped back. I entered and closed it behind me, my eyes fixed on hers and hers on mine. She wore her t-shirt, but not the robe or glasses. I moved two steps forward, which she matched with two steps backward. Then she stopped and I closed the distance between us and slid my hands around her waist, lowering my head to kiss her again. Something was different: I couldn't feel the waistband of her panties through the shirt. My hands glided out to her hips and back around her waist, confirming that she had removed her panties to finger herself. We had been kissing tenderly, but I swiftly ramped up the passion at this discovery. I ran my hands over her back and her ass, my palms flat and firm against her. She imitated this, and soon tugged loose my towel to include my bare butt in her caresses. She was definitely back into it. The hem of her shirt was riding up in the back, and I slipped my hands under it to feel her bare skin. I could feel the urgency in her now, and the psychological barrier the panties had posed was now gone. I decided it was time to try again. I dropped to my knees, lifted her shirt a few inches, and kissed her clitoris through a matt of pubic hair. She didn't resist. I kissed up and down her closed slit a few times, then began a series of short licks from the bottom up to part her hair. Her taste was forbidden and delightful. I had eaten pussy several times before and thought I was getting pretty good at it. As I started to lick slowly and firmly up her now-exposed outer labia, though, she backed away. The sudden rush of disappointment evaporated as quickly as it had come as she sat down on the edge of the bed and parted her legs slightly, holding out her hands to me. I crawled a few feet forward and resumed my ministrations, her fingers in my hair, holding me gently to her. My wet strokes parted her lips and caressed the length of her open slit. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the hole beneath at the start of each stroke, a little deeper each time, and flicked her clit at the end, a little harder each time. Her hands slowly pulled my head tighter to her crotch and she began to move her hips to my rhythm. I opened my mouth wide and drove my tongue as deeply into her as possible, then drew her entire labia into my mouth and began to flick her clit repeatedly. She lay back on the bed, then scooted herself up to get her heels on the bed. My mouth followed, remaining locked to her pussy, my tongue still working. Her heels slipped off and she briefly tried to reseat them, but quickly gave up and locked her ankles behind my head instead. She held me tightly with her hands and her legs and ground my face into her pussy. Her inhalations were sharp, and she made a few of the high squeaks I had heard from outside the door. Finally, after about five minutes of my merciless tongue-lashing, she began to breathe as if hyperventilating, and I saw her abdomen tense and felt her shudder. I eased and stopped my strokes as she released the pressure on my head. I continued to kiss her wet pussy gently for about 30 seconds. She propped herself up on her elbows, then struggled upright and sat on the edge of the bed. I moved to kiss her, but she tugged upward at my arms, indicating that she wanted me to stand. I did, and she tentatively touched my hard cock with the tips of her fingers, lightly caressing it. I let her explore. She used her fingertips for a minute, then her flat palms, finally rubbing the tip of my cock in small circles against her hand. This didn't feel very good - more rough and burning than pleasurable - so I guided her hand back down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, then eased her head down toward it. It was clear she had never given a blowjob before. She kissed the shaft and the head here and there with pursed lips, then gave several very small licks. She kissed the head with her lips slightly parted, putting it in ever so slightly. She glanced up at me, and I could see worry and frustration in her face. It wasn't working. I thought briefly about trying to teach her to suck cock, but I was worried about momentum. I needed something else. I took half a step forward and found the hem of the t- shirt she was still wearing. She held her arms up and I drew it over her head and off, dropping it on the floor. I cupped her breasts and held them together, making a nice little cleavage between them, then pressed my cock inside. My skin was clean and tacky, and her breasts were dry. There was too much friction, and it wouldn't slide. My penis, still large, was starting to loose some hardness. She looked up at me again, and I could see her mounting distress at not being able to please me. Something else, something else quickly. There was only one other thing, and my racing mind finally hit upon the key to make it possible. I kissed her quickly and said, "Don't move," and ducked out the door, naked. In a flash, I was across the empty hallway and back in the bathroom. For reasons I never knew, and didn't at the moment care about, one of the other residents of my entry kept a box of condoms on the shelf by his (or maybe her) toiletries. I had always found this curious, but it was now my salvation. I ripped two off of the strip and dashed back to her room. She was still sitting on the bed, exactly as I had left her. She seemed a trace hopeful as she saw me re-enter, then a trace fearful as I ripped open one of the condoms and took it from its package. This was it. I pressed on. As I neared, my dick grew fully hard again. Her eyes were locked on it. She slid backward on the bed, lying across it, until she could get her feet fully on the mattress, requiring that she prop her head against the wall. I rolled the condom on and crawled over her on the bed. In my sex-crazed delirium, I wasn't thinking about her possible virginity. After a brief pause to find her entry, I slid cleanly in without obstruction. Whether from previous sexual experience or tampons or something else, her cherry had already been popped. She was small, and I filled her completely. Even through the condom, the sensation was electric. In no time, I was fucking her roughly, her hands over her shoulders to push back against the wall as I tried forcefully to drive her through it. With each stroke, I seemed to reach the very back of her cunt, only to find myself going deeper with the next. Her hips began to buck up to meet mine. In less than a minute, I exploded into her with a cry. She reached down to grab my ass and pulled me into her. My entire consciousness was in my cock, and I floated on endorphins. She hadn't come, but mine was an unutterably sublime orgasm. We lay like that for a long time until my cock began to shrink and I withdrew it to remove the condom. I gave her an exhausted smile and said, "Wow." She smiled back. Alas, I must now admit that I lied to you. This is not how it happened. Everything is true up until the third time she returned to the bathroom. But at that point, young and uncertain as I was, I didn't have the nerve to make a bold move. I did shut off the shower, draw back the curtain completely, step out, and dry myself off, facing her the whole time and smiling invitingly. It seemed like a big step at the time, but it fell far short of what I needed to draw her into spontaneous passion. There really was a box of condoms in the bathroom, so we really could have fucked. She stared openly as I dried off, then she left as I wrapped the towel around me. She never again knocked on the door while I was showering. Young men and women, take heed: These chances are few and fleeting. Be fearless and bold, so that you won't have to live with the eternal regret that I do, and you will be able to write stories that are wholly true, not, like this one, only half-true and half-fantasized. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 26