Rude college tricks

Dipping back into my cobwebbed, dusty memory I recall getting tapped by a friend to be the subject of a profile for her psychology class. Nowhere in her paperwork or notes would my name be listed and she seemed intrigued as to how it would come out. I must also confess a certain degree of curiosity as well.

My roommate that year kept truly eccentric hours, or perhaps it was I who kept such a bizarre schedule, but in either case it provided us uninterrupted hours in my room where she could interview me in privacy.

I hadn't intended on seducing Prue, she was largely what I considered to be just a pal. It wasn't that she was unattractive, for she was winsome. She had long dark hair, pale skin, and a shapely, if petite, body. She was fun to talk to and it was utterly delightful when she would spontaneously brush my hair or offer me various treats. Aye, it was a hard life at times having to suffer the attentions of my female friends spoiling me rotten. But I digress.

No, the biggest mental hurdle was that Prue had a tremor of frantic energy coursing through everything she did that would manifest itself in markedly "twitchy" mannerisms. It required only the space of an hour to discern the woman was one balked desire from supergluing pastel-dyed roadkill to her boyfriend's residence as a gesture of affection. As I was possessed of some shreds of survival instinct, I kept her at arm's length.

Or such had been my cunningly designed plan until that evening. Somewhere along the line when the concept of participating in her class project was first being considered, some key points had failed to register in my increasingly intrigued brain. All these factors had however come into play immediately.

So I had deftly placed myself alone in a comfortable room with a woman I found physically attractive and both of us knowing we'd be undisturbed for at least a couple hours. There was no tension in the air, no nervousness, so I chatted and occasionally flirted like I normally did. However, like I had mentioned earlier, the variables were altered. In addition, I was also blissfully ignorant that Prue had any inclination toward lust regarding me.

Until she kissed me. It was a nice kiss and she put her body behind it. It was enough to have the voice of self preservation summarily gagged, shackled, and tossed into an oubliette. I thought I was going to make-out with her for a bit and then we'd return to normal modes of interaction.

It was a nice little delusion spawned by a startled mind while it lasted; then she unfastened my jeans and proceeded to inhale as much of me as she could into her mouth. The game was most definitely afoot. She eagerly sucked on me until my knees got wobbly and I decided it was payback time for teasing me.

Her clothes rapidly littered my floor; I intended on kissing her soundly while my hands made a very detailed survey of her naked form, unfortunately, she was too short for my neck not to cramp up in all too brief a time. On the other hand, it was a trifle to simply sweep her off her feet and to the floor. I pinned her down and licked, bit, and kissed her writhing body until she was literally dripping between her thighs and her breaths were soft moans.

Rug-burn was déclassé, especially given we had the whole of my furnishing to use. We were rushing toward my bed when some wanton impulse took me and I threw her over my roommate's bed. I ravished her with her knees on the edge of the cheap mattress, her face and shoulders pinned to his quilt, her cries of passion muffled in his bedding.

I fucked her long and savagely. When I was finally spent, we both collapsed to the floor in a boneless tangle. While we were getting cleaned up, she coyly asked how long it would take my roommate to notice we'd trysted on his stuff. It didn't take too long before we were refining our personal betting pool.

It was uncouth of me to do such a thing to my friend and roomie, so perhaps it was for the best he never discovered my transgression or if he had, mentioned it. Pathological paranoia on my part does reassure me he never paid me back in kind.

For all I know, he knew the karma of embarking on a feral sexfest with Prue would be enough of a price to exact.