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Booker Hall

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Another college story.Take note Odysseus: This story comes with no advance apology. (Although I must admit its because the boarding school's headmaster isn't around to cane us young women today for lack of apology. However we do still have to wear the uniforms!) LOLHope you all enjoy.:)Chrissy liked orientation. This year she was the Resident Advisor for one of the Residence halls. She was lucky this year and got her first choice. Booker Hall was a large house that had been converted to student living space when the school bought the land. It was much nicer than the much larger, cinder block buildings that the majority of students got stuck living in. Because Chrissy was an RA this year, she was required to be at school earlier than the other students to be sure everything was ready when the students arrived. That meant that other than for herself, Booker house was empty. Well, except for one first year graduate student who was going through his sort of orientation for graduate work, but Chrissy had hardly seen him so it didn't matter. And in only a few days her roommate Angel would arrive, along with the rest of her housemates. But for now she had the house almost to herself.She made a sandwich for herself, grabbed a glass of water, and took her dinner down to the study room in the house. She settled herself into a comfy chair in front of one of the computer terminals, pulled the keyboard onto her lap, and logged onto the school's mainframe. When she had logged on the day before she had re-subscribed to all her favorite discussion groups, and had found a new one on erotica while she was at it. She had subscribed to the new group and was extremely curious to see if she had gotten any messages from it yet.She skimmed through her messages, pouting when she saw no personal mail, but smiling when she saw 3 messages from the erotica group.The first two were simply requests for stories that were no longer available inthe discussion group's archives, but the third was a story, and looked long. Chrissy grinned and started to read.The story was good. Chrissy felt herself grow warm and wet as she read, and thought perhaps she print it out to read in the privacy of her own room. Sighing, she realized that that wouldn't be such a good idea. It wasn't worth the risk that Angel might find it. Besides duets were always so much more fun that solos. So she thought she better stick to just reading. Still, she was so hot that the urge to start touching herself was almost undeniable. And she hadn't even finished reading the story yet!A sound behind her broke her train of thought, and she whirled to see an empty room. She felt her cheeks grow warm and realized that she was blushing, even though there was no one around to catch her at her reading. She glanced back at the computer desk, and saw her sandwich, half-eaten and forgotten, sitting next to the monitor. Her mood broken, she returned to her dinner and her reading, easily squelching the feelings that tried to rise within her.After finishing reading, she quickly read the rest of her mail while an idea formed in the back of her mind. Once she had finished her mail, she started to edit a new file titled simply "story". In this, she started a story about a girl named Lisa and her new boyfriend Tom. Chrissy grinned as she wrote, starting with Lisa's arrival at her boyfriend's apartment wearing no more than g-string beneath her short skirt and halter.Chrissy paused in her writing, her tongue darting over her lips as she stared thoughtfully at the monitor before her. Then her fingers flew as she started writing again.Lisa stood proud before Tom as his eyes devoured her lithe body, clad only in a g-string. She stepped away from the wrinkled heap of clothes around her ankles, moving closer to her lover. She toyed with a button on his shirt with one hand while her other dropped to cup the hard bulge in his pants. "So, lover," she whispered throatily. "Don't you think you should be getting undressed?"Chrissy stopped again, her mind racing ahead to the scene she was about to write. Simply thinking about Lisa's seduction of her lover, as she slowly removed his clothes, stroking her hands down his hard body, cupping her hand about his throbbing member... Chrissy shook her head, realizing she was sinking into her fantasies and completely forgetting to write. She lifted her fingers from the keyboard and wiggled them in preparation for more typing. She glanced at the screen, and her jaw dropped open as she saw the text on the screen reflecting the seduction she had just imagined. She had been so involved in her fantasy that she hadn't even realized she was typing! "Are you going to write more?"Chrissy spun at the sound of the male voice behind her, her face flaming. Her hands struck the exit and then clear screen keys, hastily blanking the terminal screen. "Who...?"Standing behind her was a man she didn't recognize. He stood six feet tall, maybe taller. Chrissy couldn't tell for sure because his body, although not bony, was very slender and wiry. Still, she could see the strength concealed beneath his t-shirt. Her gaze skimmed over his short black hair, traveling down his body (well muscled though slender) and back up again, fastening on hiscoal black eyes.While she stared at him, Jeff took his chance to stare back at her. He'd seen her in the house earlier, but hadn't bothered to introduce himself. He'd been too busy with getting settled in to the graduate department to worry about his social life and housemates yet. But this housemate of his certainly promised to be interesting. She was tiny, almost hidden behind the heavy hanks of mouse brown hair, which fell across her forehead. Her green eyes peered up at him, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment in them, and she lowered them when she realized he was staring at her. Her face and neck were bright red, and she turned away from him as she carefully set the keyboard back on the desk and climbed out of the chair.Jeff reached out a hand to touch her shoulder as she stood. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." He could feel his cheeks beginning to grow warm. He'd spoken without thinking, as he read over her shoulder, and now realized that he shouldn't have. "I'll go and you can continue what you were doing."Chrissy turned to look at him, her eyes not meeting his. "No big deal," she said softly. She couldn't believe she had been writing this where just anyone could see her. Of course, she hadn't realized he was around. She shrugged his hand off of her shoulder and walked toward the door."Wait a minute," Jeff called after her. Chrissy turned slowly. Jeff grinned at her, an engaging grin that caught Chrissy's attention. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Jeff Carey, first year graduate student."Chrissy smiled, a slow smile that lit her face. "I'm Chrissy Thorpe, junior." She brushed a lock of hair back from her eyes, and as she moved Jeff followed the motion of her body with his eyes. It was a rather nice body, even concealed as it was in an oversize t-shirt and baggy shorts. She lowered her eyes from his face again, and turned to leave."Wait a minute," Jeff called again.Her smile was more immediate as she turned. "What now?" she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice.Jeff shrugged, not sure what to say. He'd never been easy about asking women out, and after embarrassing the poor girl half to death, he certainly wasn't sure how to proceed. "I... uh... I figured that since we're the only ones in the house, maybe we could go get some dinner later?"Chrissy held up the empty cup and plate, the smile still on her face. "Sorry, I just ate..."Jeff thought quickly. He wanted to make it up to her, and he certainly didn't want to miss out on the chance of actually getting to know someone in his house. "Okay then, how about dessert? I was planning on going to Friendly's, so you could get some ice cream while I get dinner..."Chrissy thought about it. She had a weakness for chocolate ice cream... she nodded slowly. "Sure." She dropped the plate and cup in a nearby trash, then dug a hand into her pocket, pulling it out with a few bills clutched in it. She hastily counted her money, relieved to find she had enough.As they walked to Friendly's, Jeff reached out to take Chrissy's hand as they crossed the street, and was pleased when she didn't pull it away until they were being seated in a corner booth. He smiled as she ordered a large, gooey hot fudge sundae with chocolate ice cream."What are you smiling at?" she asked, a blush starting to spread across her cheeks. She found it slightly disconcerting the way he seemed to watch her so carefully. She wasn't used to being watched. People watched her roomate, Angel, they didn't watch Chrissy."It's nice to see a girl who's not afraid to eat," he said, still grinning. "Most girls would be having a tiny piece of fruit, not daring to even look at the ice cream for fear it would attack their hips."Chrissy frowned, not certain if he was insulting her figure or not. She knew it wasn't the svelte model-like figure -- like Angel's -- that most men preferred, but she kept in fairly good shape. And she did have a good appetite, that was true, but she also exercised a lot. Still, it was a sore point with her, and she wasn't really confident in her shape. She refused to meet his eyes, not answering.Jeff watched her, wondering what he had said wrong. "I'm sorry," he said, not sure what he was apologizing for.She glanced up and saw the confusion in his eyes. Maybe she was just being too sensitive. She decided to try again. "No, I'm sorry. I was distracted for a minute.""No problem," he answered with relief. They sat in silence for a moment, neither sure what to say."Do you write a lot?"As soon as he had said it, Jeff wanted to take it back. However, by the way her eyes had lit up when he mentioned writing, maybe it wasn't the wrong thing to say after all.Chrissy felt her cheeks grow warm, knowing which writing he meant. But still, she did write other things as well. "I've been writing since I was in high school," she said softly. "Haven't gotten anything published yet, but I hope to before I graduate." She smiled, slowly relaxing. "I don't usually write the kind of stuff you saw.""Why not? It looked good." He paused as she started to blush again. "I'm not trying to embarrass you. I really thought it was good. And -- don't take this as an insult, okay? -- I like to see a girl who has a healthy interest in sex. This doesn't mean I'm going to jump you. It's just nice to see one who might be able to talk about the subject without the words "gross" and "disgusting" every five seconds."Chrissy had to laugh. "I guess you've known some pretty uptight girls, eh?"Now that the dam had been broken, the two found that they had plenty to talk about, and before Chrissy realized it, her sundae was gone, and the waitress had long since cleared the table. She felt sad to realize that the dinner had ended. Jeff stood, and held out a hand to help her up as well. She left her hand in his as they left the restaurant and walked slowly back to campus."What are you doing for the evening?" Chrissy asked as they headed back into thehouse."I have a meeting with my advisor at his house in a half hour," Jeff told her. He watched her face and was pleased to see she seemed sad at this statement. "But I'll be back in a while. What are you up to?"Chrissy shrugged. She'd had no plans other than relaxing, before she'd met Jeff. Now she found herself looking forward to when he came back to the house. "I'll be around, I guess." She hurried to her room, and shut the door behind her. Only when she had heard him leave for his meeting did she dare go back to the computer room and complete her story. Once it was done, she sent a copy of it to the main printer, and then walked over to pick up the copy. She brought it back to her room, put it into a manilla envelope, and slid it under Jeff's door before she could change her mind. Then she went and curled up in a chair in the back of the lounge to watch a movie.Jeff walked through the halls of the house, checking each lounge, looking for Chrissy. He'd found the envelope she had slipped under his door upon his return from his meeting, and had quickly read the story. The story was damned good, leaving him feeling hot and unsatisfied. He had waited for his body to cool off before starting to look for Chrissy. He didn't want her to think that the only reason he looked for her was because of the story. It wasn't. He'd enjoyed the time they had spent in the restaurant and wanted to spend more time with her. Of course, he had to admit, that anyone would want to spend time with a girl who could think and write like Chrissy could.He stepped into the lounge and saw the T.V. quietly playing, but almost missed seeing the girl curled up in a chair hidden in the corner. As he stood in the doorway, observing her, he realized that she was asleep. She had curled up into a tiny ball in the chair, her arms wrapped across her chest, her hair falling in her face as she leaned back. Her features were soft in sleep, and Jeff felt a wave of something strange pass over him as he moved closer to her. Reaching a hand out, he softly brushed back a lock of hair from her eyes, tucking it gently behind her ear. He traced the lines of her jaw from her ear to her chin, cupping her chin with his palm as he bent to place a soft kiss on her lips.Her eyelids flickered as she slowly came awake. Yawning, she stretched, and then she saw Jeff. Her hand flew to her lips, touching them as if she could still feel his touch. Jeff blushed, as did Chrissy, and she turned away, afraid to meet his eyes.Jeff found himself apologizing again. It didn't appear he could do much right on the first try with this girl."That's okay," Chrissy said softly, her face still turned away. "It was...nice." She turned slowly back to face him, the blush slowly fading. "Did you..." her voice trailed off, as she wasn't quite certain how to ask about the story, still somewhat surprised she had left it for him to see.Jeff reached out a hand, taking Chrissy's and pulling her to her feet. He led her over to the sofa, sat down, and tugged on her arm until she sat next to him. She looked like a scared rabbit, sitting there next to him, green eyes wide with apprehension and nervousness. "Are you scared of me?" he asked, a slight chuckle escaping.Chrissy didn't answer at first, taking the time to examine his expression. Although he was trying to act confident, she could see the uncertainty in his eyes, and that made her feel more comfortable. It had been a rather nice kiss to wake up to, and she did wonder if he was planning on doing it again.Still... one thing worried her. Despite the fact that she wasn't a virgin, she had only ever had sex once, and that one time hadn't even been the best idea she'd ever had. She didn't really want to jump in the sack again right away, so she usually avoided giving people any ideas. But so far she liked Jeff.Jeff was amused as he saw that she wasn't going to answer his question, as her gaze fastened on his eyes as if she tried to see deep inside of him. Rather than ask again, he simply reached out a hand to caress her cheek, drawing her close to him as he bent to kiss her.Ah! Chrissy sighed inwardly. Not only something nice to wake up to, but kissing Jeff could quickly become a habit. His lips were firm against hers, but soft as well. She felt her own lips part softly as she leaned toward him, and felt his tongue dart across her lips, trailing a path of warmth. She felt her hands slide up to go across his shoulders and around to the back of his neck where she toyed with the strands of his hair. His hands moved to her shoulders, massaging them as his tongue gently probed against her lips. Her lips parted more, allowing his tongue to dart inside, tracing the rise of her mouth.Jeff felt Chrissy relaxing, and began to draw her closer to him, until his arms easily reached around her back and her held her close against his body. Then he drew back, smiling as he saw her partially closed eyes stare up at him, calmly trusting. Her hand touched his cheek, tracing a path across to slide down the bridge of his nose, then gently touch his lips. She leaned forward, licking her lips in an unconscious gesture, and Jeff pulled her close again, his lips on hers.Chrissy could feel her heart rate match Jeff's as she leaned against his chest.When he drew back from their kiss, she almost moaned, not wanting him to leave.She looked up at him, her eyes trying to convince him to return to her.Jeff's voice was hoarse as he tried to speak. "Perhaps we should move to one of our rooms," he suggested.He could feel Chrissy's body stiffen and draw away from him. Her voice was stilted when she spoke. "I'm not sure that would be a good idea."Catching her chin in his hand, Jeff turned her to face him again. "I'm not suggesting we do anything more than we've been doing here." He kissed the bridge of her nose, trailing his tongue down to the tip, then over to brush lightly against her lips. "I like kissing you, Chrissy, but I just don't feel comfortable doing it in the middle of the lounge with "Die Hard" playing on the T.V. in the background." He could feel her starting to relax again, and wrapped his arms around her comfortingly. "Don't worry, Chrissy, I would never push you to do something you didn't want to do. Just say the word and I'll let you go and walk right away.""I like the way you hold me," Chrissy whispered. Her mind felt foggy, but she did know that she trusted Jeff. When he said he wouldn't hurt her, she believed him. She felt him slide one arm behind her back, under her arms, and the other arm under her legs, and then realized in surprise that she was being lifted. She looked up at him in surprise.Jeff grinned down at her, kissing the tip of her nose again. "You didn't look like your legs could carry you, so I figured I would. Your room or mine?"Chrissy grimiced at the thought of what her room looked like -- almost everything was still packed, and the few things she had unpacked were strewn everywhere."Yours. Mine is a pigsty."Jeff carried her down the hall to his room, kicking the door open, glad he had left it unlocked. He set her down on the sofa on one side of the large double and went back to close the door. Returning, her sat down next to her and enfolded her in his arms for a deep kiss.Chrissy felt as if his kiss were warming her whole body. Each time his lips moved on hers she could feel it all the way down to her toes and fingertips. She was relaxed, with a hazy warmth in her brain and between her legs, and she wanted nothing more than to stay there, with Jeff's lips on hers, for as long as possible.Jeff could feel her breath going ragged, and slowly slid his hands against her back, massaging the muscles, helping her relax. His hands traced the side of her body, teasing the swells of her breasts, and he felt her breath catch every time he came close to touching the tender flesh. Slowly he slid his hands to her waist, until he could tug at her t-shirt and slip his hands underneath. Then he simply held his hands against the small of her back as he kissed her, waiting until she was used to his touch.Chrissy felt her body relax, growing impossibly warm. She moaned slightly against Jeff's tongue as his hands slid against her bare back, sliding up until he could brush her nipples with his thumbs. At the shock of the touch, a gasp escaped, and when Jeff glanced at her, she felt herself blush. Jeff grasped the edge of her shirt and glanced at her questioningly. Chrissy felt her cheeks grow warm again. It seemed such an unusual situation for her, yet she enjoyed it, enjoyed the way he made her feel. It was so different, so much more, than she'd felt any other time. Slowly, she raised her arms above her head so Jeff could slide the shirt off of her, leaving her in her bra.Jeff bent to kiss the swells of Chrissy's breasts, visible above the top edge of the bra. She caught her breath and leaned forward into his kiss. Sliding one hand to support her at the base of her back, his other hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb lightly teasing the hard nub of her nipple. Lifting his head from her nipple, he whispered, "Wait a minute, I have a better idea."Chrissy looked at him curiously as he stood, but he only removed his shirt before sitting back down. He then reach over and held her arm. "Stand up," he instructed, and when she did he moved her around so she stood in front of him, his hands on her hips. "Sit on my lap," he whispered hoarsely, drawing her down against him.She felt herself leaning forward, and instinctively positioned herself so one leg was on either side of him and she was sitting chest to chest with him. It felt so nice to feel his naked chest against her breasts, and she didn't object when he undid the clasp of her bra, massaging her shoulders as he slid it off of her, baring her breasts to his view.As he suckled first at one nipple, then the other, while his hands continually teased her breasts and back, Chrissy felt the heat spreading through her body, coalescing at the base of her legs. She instinctively moved against him, where she could feel his hardness through his jeans and her shorts.Jeff held in a groan as he felt Chrissy's slight movement against his hard cock. He could feel her warmth, igniting his manhood, until he felt he would burst, and her movement excited him further. However, a glance at her flushed cheeks, and listening to her ragged breathing told him how close she was to orgasm. He grasped her hips, helping her to move against him, grinding her down against his hardness.Chrissy moaned as she felt him move against her. With every movement, licks of fire spread through her, and she could feel herself tensing. His mouth circled one breast, then the other, while his hands at her hips grasped her, moving with her. She moaned, feeling the heat building, knowing it was going to release. His mouth drew back from her breast and she moaned, her hands grasping his head, drawing him back until his tongue reached out to tease the nipple. Her hips thrust against his, and with a loud groan, she felt her release.Jeff felt her tense in his arms, and held her tight until she relaxed again. Only by strong concentration had he managed to hold himself back. He glanced at her face and was surprised to see that she was blushing.When she saw his gaze, she said softly, "I've never had someone see me orgasm before." Jeff's eyes opened wide in shock. "That's a pity, because you're beautiful when you do.""Really?"Jeff bent to kiss her softly on the lips. "Really." Groaning, he lifted her off his lap. "However," he continued, still brushing light kisses across her face and neck, "I think perhaps you should leave for awhile until I'm a little more in control."Chrissy glanced away from him, then returned to stare at him, her eyes serious. Her hands snaked forward, and before he could stop her, she had pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His underwear bulged forward, and she easily tugged it down, releasing his member into her waiting hand. She glanced at him again, as if wanting to know if she should, and then gently began to rub her hand along his length.Jeff moaned, unable to find the will to stop her. He knew she was still reluctant and unsure about what they had done, and didn't want to frighten her off. But how could he tell her to stop? He closed his eyes and leaned back, unable to fight the sensation of her hand moving along the length of his hardness, her thumb caressing the sensitive tip. He gasped, his hips moving forward involuntarily as he felt a damp touch, and then felt himself enveloped in the warm cavern of her mouth. Her tongue licked up and down, swirling about the head, as her hands cupped his balls. She moved her mouth up and down, and Jeff could feel the sensations build.Chrissy could feel that Jeff was coming close to orgasm, as his hips pumped against her mouth. As he tensed, she withdrew her mouth and slid her hand along him, massaging him until his fluids spurted against her hand. She sat back on her heels, glancing up at him as he opened his eyes."Was it okay?" Chrissy asked softly, a slight smile on her face, his fluids still dripping from her hand. She raised a finger to her lips and tasted him, and made a face, as if not certain what she thought of the taste."It was fantastic," Jeff sighed. He reached down to pull her back onto the couch so she leaned against him, in the circle of his arms."Good." He glanced over to see Chrissy grinning. "I've never done it before."Jeff grinned back at her. "Well, I suppose you could use some practice then, but overall a fairly enjoyable experience.""Did I shock you?" Chrissy glanced up at him, suddenly shy. Jeff shook his head. "Did you like it? Chrissy nodded, a smile on her face."Then everything's fine." Jeff pulled her head back down onto her shoulder, holding her tight against him. They both sat quietly for awhile, thinking about the year to come in Booker Hall.