Dorm Memory

by Leigh Two years together and countless orgasms, it finally happened. I had read that it was possible, and was jealous of the women who were lucky enough to achieve it. But this last weekend, I found that I can proudly say that I know what it feels like to experience the phenomenon called female ejaculation. It was my last weekend at my midwestern university for the year, and my fiancee, James, had come to visit. Although I am a 21 year old virgin, my man and I have explored the possibilities of blowjobs, head, and getting each other off. It all started off the same as usual. We wandered our way up to my cramped dorm room, hormones pushing us up the stairs the entire time, and couldn't get each other's clothes off fast enough. As James laid on my bed I eagerly took his stiff, throbbing, and sensitive cock into my waiting mouth. I love sucking his rod and smelling his musky aroma rising off his crotch. I can't get enough of it. Making him cum sets off a deluge between my legs, and by the time he has cum hard, my pussy is drenched and aching to be touched by his probing fingers. This particular day, my juices were flowing so freely that it was running down my left thigh by the time he came. He had filled my mouth with two weeks worth of creamy man juice and I took my time savoring his taste. Switching places on my single bed, I laid on my back and waited for the familiar touch of my lover on my body. James's fingers set off a fire on my skin and I shivered in response. He chuckled as he lightly ran his fingers down my neck, between my heaving breasts, across my stomach, and down my left leg. He purposely avoided the apex of my legs knowing that the neglect would produce even more wetness to flood the area. After torturing me thoroughly, James spread my legs and immediately rammed his thumb into my pussy. Since I'm waiting until our wedding night to actually make love (call me hopeless, I know), he has contented himself with feeling me with his fingers and tongue until I'm ready. His arm pumped furiously and his thumb moved in my like a piston. I love it when he's rough, it gets me off harder, and this day he was on the verge of bruising the delicate lips of my vulva. But I didn't care. I was so close to cumming that I just whimpered for him to jam into me harder. I finally came, crying out as loud as I dared, seeing as the walls were paper thin. As I was coming back down to the human realm, I could feel my PC muscles convulsing on their own, gently milking my love's thumb, sqeezing it in a loving embrace. As I calmed down, the spasms subsided, and I closed my legs, trapping James's hand in my crotch. He smiled and asked if it had been a good one. Had it?? Better than usual! I snuggled into his body and sighed in contentment. As my body slackened, he slid his hand from my pussy that was now flowing freely of orgasmic juices. The tip of his thumb slightly brushed my swollen clit and I tensed in a sudden orgasm. It was small, but I am extremely orgasmic, anything can set me off if I'm sensitive enough, and that was one of those days. James smirked and muttered something under his breath, but I was too dazed to care what. All I could focus on was the tingling of my pussy and the heat radiating off his firm and luscious body. I spaced out for a few minutes, not thinking about anything but was completely aware of the roaming hand between my thighs. Although I was tired from my orgasms, I could feel myself reacting to the marauding fingers on my slick skin. The more he stroked, the hotter and wetter I got. James's fingers teased me to the verge of yet another convulsion, but he focused on my clit, instead of slithering inside my drenched pussy. I couldn't believe the sensations that this was producing! My body twisted and turned as his fingers worked their magic on me, and I found myself squealing much louder than I really can afford to in a dorm room. I clamped a hand over my mouth and continued to moan. James pressed on, encouraged by my moans and groans. His fingers felt so good, rubbing my swollen tip with the pads of his fingers, I was so close to cumming! It was at this point that he decided to switch to a more familiar action and rammed his thumb back into my waiting hole. But it wasn't what I wanted, and I cried out for him to go back to what he was doing. Amused, James pulled out and eagerly resumed petting my enlarged tip. Just as he applied more pressure, I felt my orgasm building and I knew that it was now or never. Riding the wave of sheer pleasure, I turned my body completely over to James and let it wash over me. Suddenly, my body tensed and shuttered, and I felt a wetness pour out of me like a shot. I felt like I had just peed the bed! I muttered something like "stop touching there" and James moved his hand down to the opening of my pussy, asuming that my clit had just over-sensitized. "No, don't touch there either". Now he was concerned because he hadn't felt the spray come out and was worried that I was hurting. After I explained my ordeal, he let out a hoot and informed me that it wasn't pee on the bed. I was blown away by this experience. Why would it take me two years worth of orgasms to finally cum like that? Neither one of us could come up with an explaination, but now that I know what it feels like, I can't wait for it to happen again! Sadly, I go back to my parents' house for the summer, and next year I will more than likely have a roommate for the school year, so privacy will be limited. But we're both resourceful, and there's always the Super 8 on the other side of town, so I guess we'll just have to see. I hope this got you guys turned on, cuz just talking about it has made me wet. I think I'll be dripping when I get off the seat!