Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2016 13:24:11 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Catherine's Senior Year Chapter 1

Catherine's Senior Year Ð Chapter 01
By Tappy McWidestance


Author's Note: Like most of my stories, this one starts slowly and
builds. If you want a quick stroke story, I am not the author for
you. Chapter one follows the sexual education of a college co-ed who learns
that public nudity, while risky, can be very exciting.



My name is Catherine, but most of my friends call me Cat for short. Only my
mother calls me Catherine and usually only when I would be in trouble for
something. I just started my senior year at a small liberal arts college
along Lake Michigan in Kenosha, Wi. I am studying English and education. It
is my goal to be a teacher. I am on the swim team on a partial scholarship.
It's not a full ride but it covers my tuition. Unfortunately NCAA rules
makes it nearly impossible to work if you are scholarship athlete so I had
to bust my ass every summer working two jobs to earn enough to cover life
in the dorm, food and a little, very little, spending cash. Between swim
team, classes and studying, I had very little time for a social life.
That's not to say I was a nun. I did go out with friends when I had free
time and I did party to blow off steam after finals each quarter. Boyfriend
wise I didn't have anyone serious (no time) but I did date occasionally and
if he made it to a third date I was not so shy that I wouldn't blow him and
occasionally, especially if I was seeing someone at the end of a quarter,
I'd fuck him. But mostly, I was focused on my studies.


My junior year I was accepted to be a resident assistant (RA) for one of
the dorms. Basically it meant I got a single room (bonus) at the end of the
hall and I was supposed to impart life's wisdom onto underclassmen. It was
an unpaid position, but it meant I got the room for free. I still had to
pay for food, but there was no NCAA conflict to me getting the room and
would save me thousands of dollars. That year I had mostly sophomore girls
in the dorm (juniors and seniors usually had apartments by then) so really
I was a glorified hall monitor. I had to make sure they followed the rules
(no guys after 7, no booze, no loud music) and for the most part all my
residents were cool. I let the rules slide a bit if they were not
disturbing other people, especially about the guys. I let that slide to
about 9. I understood their needs. I had them too and I wasn't above
sneaking a guy up the back staircase, if I was feeling particularly needy,
since the door was across from my room.


I wasn't a huge drinker, although I wasn't a teetotaler either, so as long
as the girls kept it in their room and out of the hallways, I was pretty
lenient. Of course sometimes things got out of hand and I would have to
report someone. That usually made life on our corridor a bit awkward until
things blew over, but that is part of college. I found myself being
increasingly experimental (more frequent male guest and booze) as the year
went on. I knew I wasn't setting the best example for the other girls, but
they didn't seem to mind. I was the "cool" RA.


The first year, being an RA was a pretty good gig, so I signed up to
continue during my senior year. All my friends had moved off campus, but I
couldn't stand another year busting my ass working and then having no money
for fun. Besides, I could always visit them. My senior year, as it turned
out, was nothing like my junior. I guess because my wing had so few
problems (mainly because I ignored a lot of them) I was given a wing in a
freshman dorm. I wasn't thrilled because that meant I'd have to work
more. For the most part the girls were good. There was more rule breaking
and I did have to mentor them more than the sophomores. I started to feel
like their mother more than a friend, but that was fine. I needed to focus
on my capstone courses and the swim season so I was OK with not being
friends. After my wild by my standards junior year, I also found a new
appreciation for enforcing the rules in my senior. I became more rigid and
found having more structure in my life was a good thing. Being three years
older than most of the girls in my charge also helped.


But then there was Diana. Di for short. She was a freshman and a wild
child. She wasn't looking for advice from me. She wanted to experience
everything she could being away from home for the first time. Boys, booze
and drugs were on her early agenda, but after the first month she seemed to
calm down a bit. Against my better judgment, we became friends. I had two
reasons for this, unfortunately they competed with each other. The
reliable, mature, soon to be schoolteacher reason was I thought I could
help her grow and succeed in her education. I had seen plenty of people,
although usually guys, flunk out of school because of too much
partying. The other reason, one I should not have been so proud of, was
because I envied her freedom. I never got to act wild because I was always
swimming or working. Yeah, I'd party for a weekend at the end of the
quarter, but she was leading her whole life free. I didn't expect that I
would change myself overnight, but I figured maybe her free spirit ways
could rub off on me, at least a bit. As it turned out, they did and in ways
I could not have predicted.


The first time I really let go, with her help, was on my 21st birthday. It
was a Wednesday night in the beginning of October. I considered Di my
friend by now, but other than hanging out in the dorm lounge a few times,
we really had not done anything social. I wanted to go to a bar to
celebrate my newfound legal status. I'd never had a fake ID and never gone
to a bar unless there was an attached restaurant. Di suggested we go
dancing. I told her I didn't want to go to a teen club but to a real
bar. She insisted that she had a great fake ID and could get in
anywhere. Besides, she said, we were "hotties" and any bar would be happy
to have us. I didn't consider myself a hot, but I am attractive. Di fit the
hot category better. My over 21 friends all had excuses why they couldn't
take me drinking, so I accepted Di's invitation. I wore a short dress (not
too short) and sensible heels. Di was dressed more to party. I suppose I
should not have been surprised. At least she would be attracting all of the
attention and I could fly under the radar. She told me she would drive so I
could drink all I wanted. I got in her car not knowing where we were
going. I didn't know of any close by dance clubs so I figured maybe we were
heading to Milwaukee. We did go to the Interstate, but not much
further. When we pulled into the parking lot I recognized the name of the
place. I had heard rumors but had never been there.


"Isn't this a gay club?" I asked Di. In our conversations I had never
caught a vibe that she preferred women. I'd seen way to many guys going in
and out of her room to even consider that she was gay.


"Yes," she replied. "But they have the best house music and we won't be
bothered by guys hitting on us."


"What about women hitting on us?" I said only somewhat joking.


"Probably, but don't worry," she told me. "I come here at least once a
week. The gay guys are nice and the women leave you alone if you don't show
interest."


"Are you a lesbian?" I asked her.


"No, I love cock too much," she said. "But if I find the right girlÉ"
Her voice trailed off for a moment. "Let's just say it's on my college
bucket list."


She was out of the car before I could respond. I hoped she didn't think I
was the girl she was looking to bed. I didn't want to be a notch on her
bedpost and besides, I'd never even considered being with a woman.


Now I know what you are thinking. Once I went inside, Di got me drunk and
took advantage of me in the bathroom or in the car. Or that the lesbians
got together and gave me a birthday spanking. Sorry to disappoint you, but
that is not what happened. That's not to say I didn't get an education, but
despite what you are thinking, I didn't even get my first girl-to-girl
birthday kiss.


What I did get was an eye opener seeing people freely acting out their
sexuality. Di bought us both two shots and then led me to the dance
floor. She was right about this place having great house music. There was a
mass of undulating bodies moving to the beat. It was strange to see guys
with guys and women with women doing sensual bumps and grinds and making
out on the dance floor. I was sure Di was going to put the moves on me, but
apart from an occasional inadvertent bump, we didn't touch. I must admit,
after seeing so many people engaged in foreplay with each other, two hours
and four more shots later, I was almost a little disappointed that Di had
not tried anything. I also was feeling no pain, but thankfully she had
stopped after drinking the first two shots so she was fine to drive us back
to the dorm.


Back on our floor, I thanked her for the wonderful evening (I meant it) and
said my goodnights. She replied that I had to stay up a little while longer
and drink with her since she had been responsible and stayed sober at the
club. I'd never broken the no alcohol rule in the dorm, but in my tipsy
state her argument made sense so I started walking toward her room. She
stopped me and said we should drink in my room so we wouldn't disturb her
roommate. That made sense too, so I unlocked my room and Di headed down the
hallway to grab a bottle from hers.


I figured she would do some shots and we both would soon crash, but as it
turns out, we drank and talked well into the night. During the week quiet
hours start at 10pm and my midnight the dorm is basically dead. Here it was
2am and we were both laughing and saying stupid stuff in my room. We also
were getting to know each other and of course the conversation had turned
to sex about an hour ago. Di knew all my secrets and I think I knew
hers. One of the things she told me about what that she loved to go
streaking. She told me her old boyfriend turned her on to it by daring her
to do it. She said she got so excited that she fucked him in the park where
she had run naked just minutes before. I shook my head in disbelief.


"It's true," she told me. "I have not done it since getting here, but I
used to do it at home all the time. I'd get to hot that I'd have to
masturbate as soon as I was done."


I was very drunk by then or I probably wouldn't have said, "I dare you to
streak in the hallway right now."


She probably would not have agreed had she not been drunk also. At least
that is what I thought at the moment although now I know better.


"So how do you do this?" I asked.


"Do you have a robe I can borrow?" she replied. I told her I did. "OK," she
said. "Keep your door open. You can watch if you want. The thrill of
getting caught is the fun part."


She stood up, a bit wobbly, and walked to my door. I should have stopped
this game, but I was confident she was just bullshitting me and I wanted to
call her bluff. I watched from my door as she walked back to her room. I
felt stupid standing in the hallway in the middle of the night. I was just
about to give up on her when her door opened again and her head popped
out. She gave a quick look in both directions of the hall and then stepped
out. She had done it. She was naked.


I expected her to run to my room, but she walked. I suppose there wasn't
much chance of getting caught at this hour, but still, she surprised me. I
think my mouth was actually open as she squeezed past me and into my
room. As I walked in she asked me for the robe. I'd seen plenty of naked
girls in the locker room after swim practice, but having one standing in my
room was a new experience. I got my robe out of my closet and handed it to
her. She quickly put it on while saying, "What a rush." I wasn't sure what
to say to her. There was a pregnant pause in our conversation. Then she
said, "You have to try that."


I should have said no, but I wasn't thinking clearly due to both booze and
the excitement of seeing her naked in the hallway. When she was in my room
I also have to admit I imagined her victory masturbation after she walked
the hall. "I can't go in your room though?" I told her.


"No problem," she said. Yeah right. No problem for her I remember
thinking. "Go down to the bathroom. Leave your clothes in the shower stall
(there were small private changing booths) and then come back here. In my
alcohol induced haze that sounded entirely reasonable. I know I wasn't
smiling when I agreed to her plan, but I also wanted to do it. I wanted to
feel as free as she did. I knew I wasn't as sexy as her, but I had nothing
to be ashamed of either. I had a cute face and my body was rock hard from a
decade of competitive swimming. I told her, "OK. I'll do it."


The walk to the bathroom was the easy part. My ears were in tune to any
sound coming from any of the rooms indicating people were still up, but the
hallway was silent except for the pounding of my heart. Once in the safety
of the bathroom, I went into the shower stall and quickly undressed. That
was the easy part. It took me a few minutes to get up the courage to step
out naked.


I pictured getting caught by one of the school administrators or a Dean
making a surprise inspection and having to explain myself. I knew that
wouldn't happen at this hour, but I now understood why Di found the threat
of getting caught exciting. Like she had done, I stuck my head out of the
door and looked both ways before beginning the dash for my room. Unlike Di,
I didn't walk. I sprinted. I was surprised that she wasn't waiting for me
in the hall. Maybe she had given up on me because I took too long. When I
got to my door I grabbed the knob and twisted. Then I ran into the door
because it didn't open. It was locked. I began to curse because of the
shock just as quickly realized I had to be quiet if I didn't want to get
caught. I leaned my ear against the door and softly knocked. "Di, open up,"
I said. She didn't respond. But I thought I heard a moan.


It took me a moment to realize she was in my room masturbating. I knocked a
little louder, although it was still soft. "Di, I can hear you. Let me in."


I heard the sound of her slumping against the door. Then a moan. Then a
breathless response, "I'm sorry Cat. I need to come. I need a few more
minutes. Go back to the bathroom."


I wanted to stay and pound on my door. How dare she masturbate in my room?
But I didn't want to get caught so heading back to the bathroom until she
finished was the logical choice. I sprinted back down the hall. Thankfully
all was still quiet and 30 seconds later I was back in the safety of the
shower stall. My heart was pounding and I could hardly catch my breath. But
I was also excited. And not just in an adrenaline kind of way. I was
embarrassed, but when I touched my pussy I confirmed what I already knew. I
was drenched. I also knew I wasn't going to wait until I got back to my
room to pleasure myself. I didn't know if Di planned to leave my room so if
I wanted satisfaction, I was going to have to take it right then.


There was a small bench seat in the stall so I sat down. I spread my right
leg and put my left leg against the stall wall. Soon I was lost in a fog of
pleasure as I imagined myself running naked in the situations Di had
described and having a boyfriend ready to fuck me when I finished. I soon
had an orgasm building and I could tell it was going to be intense. I was
moaning way to loudly, especially since bathroom tile amplified every
sound. But I didn't care. I didn't manage to stifle my auditory
exclamations of pleasure when I heard the door open. I couldn't stop
rubbing my clit, but I held my other hand over my mouth. I didn't hear the
person go into a toilet stall. I found that weird. I heard the footsteps
walk around to the shower side. I wanted to stop masturbating, but I
couldn't. The thrill of getting caught was just too strong. When there was
a knock on the shower stall door, I almost came. Then I heard Di's voice.


"Sorry about that Cat, but I had to finish."


A wave of relief washed over me that my intruder was someone safe. I guess
I didn't realize quite how wound up I had become because as soon as she
said that, I orgasmed. And I was loud. There was no hiding what I was doing
and that was liberating. Shock waves flowed through my body as my fingers
danced on my clit and my screams of passion echoed off the walls. When I
was done, Di clapped. I'd forgotten she was listening. My body clenched
again.


"I'm going back to my room Cat," she told me. "I'll probably have to use my
dildo to get to sleep as I think about how that sounded. Next time I get to
see you naked. I left your room unlocked and your robe is back in your
closet."


I heard the bathroom door open and close as I sat back and tried to calm
down. Di said there would be a next time and she wanted to see me naked. I
may have been drunk, but that didn't sound right. Still my pulsating pussy
told a different story. That story was that I needed to learn more about Di
and her adventures.


I stayed in that stall for another ten minutes, give or take, before I put
on my dress. It was then I realized if my robe was back in my closet, Di
would have been still naked when she came into the bathroom. That thought
excited me all over. So did her statement that she would need to fuck
herself with a dildo after hearing me. I went back to my room and
masturbated to two more orgasms before falling asleep. I knew I would be
hung over in the morning and would pay for my birthday celebration, but it
had been worth it. The genie was out of the bottle and I didn't want to put
it back.


Thursday was rough. Not enough sleep, dehydrated from the alcohol and
unsure of what to say to Di about the night before. Fortunately, although
we said hi in the hallway as I returned to the dorm after swim practice,
she didn't appear to want to engage in conversation. That suited me fine. I
needed time to process our night together. As long as I was focused on
swimming and classes, I figured, I would be fine. That was a good plan
until I went to bed that night. As I was trying to fall asleep, my mind
flashed back to the locker room shower after swim practice. That was
weird. I never thought of that before. But now, I was suddenly remembering
what my teammates looked like as we showered. I'd never considered the
subtle differences between them. I mean, we're all competitive swimmers so
we have the same basic body type. But suddenly I remembered who had a
birthmark I never consciously noticed before. And who had calves just a
little more toned than someone else. Weird stuff like that. Then I thought
back to the lesbians at the club. Some were a bit butch. That didn't strike
me as appealing. But some were very beautiful. They were the kind of women
who could get any guy they wanted, or so I thought just 24 hours ago. Now I
wondered if they could get any woman who struck their fancy.


I didn't give any thought to why I was thinking about women all of a
sudden, but when my mind flashed back to a naked Di walking proudly down
the hall, my fingers found their way inside my panties. When I remembered
how I felt making my two fast trips running down the hallway, I felt my
pussy juicing and not long after I had a small, completely unsatisfying
orgasm. It was obvious I needed something more to bring me to last night's
high. I thought about going down to Di's room, but I wasn't ready to
confess to her that last night meant so much to me. Plus I knew she had
more experience in these matters and I wasn't sure I was ready to expand my
involvement. Fortunately the Internet knows all things and I quickly found
a website with all manner of exhibitionism stories. I knew they were
fiction, but just thinking about all the naughty things the characters did
aroused me.


I sat at my computer and masturbated while I read the stories. Granted I
still didn't reach the level of excitement I had last night, but my orgasms
were a bit stronger and eventually I wore out my libido enough to go to
sleep.


Friday was back to focusing in class and then our usual short pre-meet
practice. We always had only half a practice the day before a meet. I was a
little nervous about showering with my teammates because I was scared I
would look more intently at them and might get caught. I stayed in the pool
doing easy laps for about ten minutes after practice until the coach told
me to "Hit the showers." Fortunately only a couple of the girls were left
and I was able to stare at the wall in front of me while standing under the
showerhead. None of the girls had given any indication they were gay or
kinky, but I was perversely thinking about them. I had to figure out a way
to get myself under control or risk putting my scholarship at risk. I
didn't waste any time drying or combing my hair. I just got dressed and
headed back to the dorm. I ran into Di again. This time she wanted to
chat. I asked her to come into my room trying to sound like the RA and not
her streaking buddy.


Di wanted to go dancing again tonight. I figured that meant drinking and
wandering the campus naked. I admit, the idea intrigued me wondering if she
would follow Wednesday night's agenda or if it varied depending on her
moods. But there was no way I could go out. I explained that I had a swim
meet in the morning so I needed to stay in and rest. "No 2am showers for me
tonight," I told her. She laughed. "Oh well, your loss," she said.


"What about waiting until tomorrow?" I asked.


She told me she was looking for some adventure tonight and it may be her
time to knock women off her bucket list. I reiterated that I couldn't, but
added, "But I'll be thinking of you when I go to bed." Why did I just say
that? I hope she thought I meant I was rooting for her at the club to find
what she wanted, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I realized that
wasn't how they sounded. I decided correcting myself was worse than letting
the statement stand on its own so I just told her to have a good time, but
to be safe.


The thing was, I did think of her when I went to bed. She was very
distracting. I needed a good night's sleep and I wasn't getting one. I read
a few more stories and hoped an orgasm would wear me out, but even though
my fingers danced furiously on my clit, I couldn't quite reach the zenith I
desired. I even thought about driving over to the club. But my rational
side took over and I settled into my bed for a restless night of tossing
and turning. I was in an out of REM sleep until a soft knock on my door
woke me at 2:45. I'm sure you can guess who it was and probably are not
surprised that she was naked. I should have left her outside my door like
she had done to me, but that's not my style. Plus I wanted to dismiss her
and go back to sleep.


I let her in and it was clear she was drunk again. I figured she had been
doing shots in her room, but that wasn't the story. She plopped down on my
bed making no attempt to cover herself. Then she started crying. The
consoling side of me came out and I sat down next to her and put my arm
around her. Then she told me her tale.


"So I am dancing and having a fine time. There were a few women I saw as
potential partners to take my lesbian cherry. They were all very cute, mid
twenties and one of them even bought me several drinks and was hitting on
me pretty strongly. We danced and she put her arm around my waist during a
slow song like a guy would and was leading. I just melted into her
embrace. She was definitely the one or so I thought. I was waiting for her
to take me home, when this hard butch walked in and right up to us. My new
friend started to try to make excuses when this hard woman just slapped her
across the face. It stunned her and everyone around us was looking. The
butch then took her hand and marched her out of the club. I have no idea
what happened to them."


"That's crazy," I replied. "But why are you naked?"


"I'm getting to that," she told me. "I needed to get out of there too. Lots
of people were still looking at me and I felt embarrassed. As I was walking
out the bartender waved me over and offered me a drink on the house. She
told me that wasn't the first time that scene had played out. It was part
of their thing. She apologized for them using me even though it was hardly
her fault. That made me feel a little better. She poured me a whiskey on
the rocks. It was a bit larger than a double. Having already drunk a bit, I
probably should have refused. But I slammed it down pretty quickly. I
thanked her for her hospitality and walked out."


"So you drove home drunk?" I asked incredulously.


"Yeah," she confessed. "I'm pretty drunk. It was a stupid move but I didn't
want to call you for a ride."


"I wouldn't have been happy about it, but I would have picked you up," I
told her. "Next time call me."


"Yes, dorm mom," she said with a sarcastic tone.


I wasn't pleased with her mocking tone, but I let it go since she was drunk
and part of my job is to help my residents learn life's wisdom.


"But that still doesn't explain why you are naked knocking on my door?" I
reiterated.


"That's my own dumb fault," she said. "Thankfully I made it back to campus
without causing an accident or getting pulled over. I sat in my car for
half an hour beating myself up emotionally for being so stupid."


I didn't tell her I'd been doing a fair amount of that myself. Di was
anxious to be with a woman and I was still turned on by exposing myself. I
also didn't want to tell her how much I was enjoying sneaking peeks at her
naked body.


"So as frequently happens when I'm in that kind of mood, I decided to strip
and walk to my room. I confirmed the side stairwell was unlocked and then
went back to my car and took off my clothes. It didn't take long as I
didn't wear much to the club. I then locked my car keys in my car so I
couldn't chicken out. I have another set in my room so I figured I would
get my clothes in the morning. Campus is quiet tonight so I really didn't
risk being seen, but when I got to my door, I realized by room key is on
the same ring as my car key. I had been proud of myself for walking in
naked, but I guess I was too drunk to realize my mistake. So here I am. I
know there is a master key in the office and I need you to let me in my
room. Will you do that for me?"


I really felt close to her at that moment. Emotionally I mean not because
my arm was around her and I had been staring at her nipples.


"Oh course, Di," I told her. Let me go get the keys. Do you want my robe?"


"No," she said with a wink. I interpreted that as she was going to fuck
herself the moment I left the room. I put my robe on instead of getting
dressed and left her alone in my room.


I don't know how much of her story was real and how much was bullshit. I
did know the main office on the first floor was where the master key was
kept. I took the stairs so I could waste some time. If she was jilling off
I didn't want to get back until she was finished. As I walked back up the
stairs, I thought about how she would have looked sneaking into the dorm
and what would have happened if she had been caught. That got my own libido
going. I even considered telling her the key was missing and that she would
have to spend the night in my room until it could be found in the
morning. But as I said, I wasn't ready for that just yet. I did pause at my
door and tried to listen to determine if she was masturbating again. Since
I had a key this time she couldn't lock me out of my own room. She would
have known that. I didn't hear anything so I turned the knob and opened my
door. Yup, she was at it again. This time she was lying on my bed with her
right leg off the edge with her foot on the floor and her left leg bent at
the knee. She had turned off my room lights, but her pussy glistened in the
light from the hall. I would have been mortified if I had been caught in
that kind of position. But not Di. She just said, "I'm almost there. Come
in and shut the door."


I have to admit, I got a thrill standing in my room while she masturbated
on the bed. I held my phone up so the glow from the screen illuminated her
in a surreal light. I felt perverse being her voyeur, but at the same time,
I knew she was getting off on having me there and I couldn't stop watching
her. I wondered if my fingers looked the same as hers as they danced over
her sex. Were my moans as arousing to hear as hers? What was it like to
have someone watch your intimate acts? Did I dare touch myself? I wanted
to, but I was scared. First, I wasn't sure if I could handle exposing
myself emotionally like that. Two, would I break her mood? I didn't want
her to lose out on her own experience that she was obviously enjoying. I
opted to remain a watcher and not a participant. I'm not sure at this point
that Di even noticed I was there anymore. She was lost in her private world
thinking whatever nasty thoughts drove her after one of her naked walks. I
moved a little closer to her so I could watch her face in more detail as
she orgasmed. Is that how I looked when I came?


Watching her orgasm had my own need to cum in hyperdrive. I knew Di wanted
to have sex with a woman, and although I didn't necessarily share that
desire, I would have offered little resistance if she had offered to go
down on me. Alas, after she calmed down for about a minute (there was a
very awkward silence where I just stood there and her breathing slowly
returned to normal) she stood up, took the key from me and walked out of my
room. I followed her as far as the door, although I must confess I did
watch her walk down the hall. I told myself I was just making sure she
didn't have any trouble if someone happened to come out of their room right
then, but if I am honest with myself, I was watching the wiggle of her
ass. Its gentle sway was a bit hypnotic.


As soon as she was safely in her room, I quickly stripped and retreated to
my own bed. I was confident that I could rub out a fast one and fall back
asleep so I would be rested for the swim meet. But I couldn't quite
cum. Oh, I was aroused plenty. Visions of Di first appearing at my door and
of course later of her pleasuring herself on my bed danced in my head. But
I couldn't get over the top. Then I thought back to how exciting it had
been to streak from the bathroom. I thought about running naked to the
shower again, but I also thought about how exciting I found Di's story
about going naked through the parking lot. I wasn't ready for that, but I
did think that maybe a nude trip down the stairwell was possible. I got up
and put my robe on. I wasn't ready to do this with 100% commitment. I also
made sure I had not only my room key but the building key and my car
keys. I wasn't going to risk getting locked out and I figured if I had to
throw my robe on if someone came along I could pretend I needed to go to my
car to get a book. In retrospect it wasn't a great plan. But I wasn't
exactly thinking straight. I felt guilty leaving my room. I should have
just gone to bed without climaxing. I was risking a lot playing this
game. But I was too excited to think rationally.


I quickly checked the hall and then took my robe off. Once again I was
naked outside my room and once again I felt the strong pangs of arousal as
my dirty plan began. We were on the fourth floor so my plan was to walk run
the stairs, touch or maybe even open the outside door, and then run back to
the room. If I heard anybody I would stop and put my robe on and pray they
didn't ask too many questions. But as I reached the top of the stairs, I
decided it was risky to run down the stairs so I had better walk. I knew Di
would approve of my taking this journey slowly. She felt it was better to
lengthen the time and lengthen the risk. With my robe slung over my left
arm and my keys clutched tightly in my right hand, I began to descend the
steps. I surprised myself at how quickly this seemed normal. I was starting
to sense how Di found it easier and easier to do what I considered
scandalous just days before. I even considered venturing outside to my
car. I knew that was risky, but that was where my brain was at the time.


I reached the bottom of the staircase and touched the outside door as I had
planned. Again I thought about heading to my car, but my conservative
nature won out and I decided not to push my luck. But there is a funny
thing about luck. Eventually it wears out.


I had made it to the middle landing of the stairs between the second and
third floors when I heard the echo of the stairwell door opening. My first
instinct was to run up the next two flights, but then I realized I wasn't
sure from where the sound was coming. I wasn't sure if I was above or below
me.


My heart was racing as I slowly crept up the next half flight of stairs
while trying to figure out where the sound emanated. Unfortunately, it
turned out it was a girl from my floor trying to sneak her boyfriend out of
the dorm. That cut off my exit back to my room. Fortunately she was giving
him a very passionate good night kiss (he was feeling up her breasts big
time, by the way) so they didn't notice me peaking at them from below. That
gave me a moment to think. I could go onto the third floor and put my robe
on, but I really didn't have an excuse why I would be there if I got
caught. Plus I didn't get along well with the RA on that floor so I didn't
see that as an option. Instead I spun and quickly, but safely, began
heading back down the stairs. I didn't know how long their goodnight kiss
would last so I didn't waste any time. I heard footsteps on the stairs
above me as I was on the last portion of my dash to privacy. I knew I had
to head to my car. That was the only sensible thing I could come up with. I
know, you are probably saying, "Why didn't you do É" but I wasn't really
thinking straight and my car seemed like the best plan. I did decide I had
enough time to put on my robe before I stepped outside. I didn't see
anybody in the parking lot as I dashed to my car so that basic level of
safety probably wasn't necessary, but it made me feel better. It did
nothing to curb my arousal, however.


The risk of getting caught had been compounded by the fact that it was
somebody from my own corridor. That really turned the excitement factor
up. Once in my car, I unconsciously began to masturbate. I didn't realize I
was even doing it until my first orgasm hit. Then I felt a wave of
humiliation wash over me as I realized I'd just fingered myself in the
parking lot. Of course that turned me on more and I had to rub myself to
two more orgasms before I could focus enough on getting back to my
room. You may be disappointed that I didn't leave my robe in the car. Di
would have done that, but I still wasn't quite that daring. I did take it
off two flights up the stairwell. I stopped and listened but I didn't hear
anything so I decided it was safe. I slowly walked up the next two flight,
holding my robe ready to put it on at the slightest sound. By the time I
reached my floor, by pussy was pulsating again demanding attention. As I
reached for the doorknob, a terrifying thought flashed through my
brain. What if the girl who snuck out her boyfriend had seen me and was
waiting on the other side of the door to bust me? Worse yet, what if she
had woken up some of the other girls on the floor? Would Di defend me or
join in their mockery in order to protect her own actions? Your mind thinks
of strange things when you are running around naked in public. I took a
deep breath and turned the knob.


Yes I was a chicken and peaked around the door as I opened it slowly
instead of just opening it an owning what I was doing. And yes I was having
paranoid thoughts about somebody waiting for me on the other side. I safely
made it into my room without getting caught and jumped right into bed. It
took me half an hour with my vibe (it would have been longer but the
batteries died) before I even attempted to fall asleep.


I was pretty ragged the next morning and admittedly I didn't swim my
best. I did OK and the team won the meet so I wasn't too upset. I hurried
back to the dorm and took a well-deserved nap until my phone rang about
4pm. It was Di.


"You blew me off last night so you have to go to the club with me tonight,"
she announced. It wasn't phrased as a question and I didn't really have an
excuse not to go, so I agreed. She then told me she had rented a hotel room
at the business hotel near the Interstate and conveniently right by the
club. That certainly would help mitigate the drunk driving, but I had a
feeling she intended it more to have a place to bring back a woman. I have
heard guys put their tie on their doorknob to warn their roommate to stay
away. I suppose Di could use her stocking. Mentally I prepared myself for
having to hang out in the lobby for a while if she got lucky.


We probably looked a little funny checking into the hotel. We were tarted
up a bit with Di definitely adverting her charms and we had no luggage. Di
had a small bag, but that was it. Once in the room I realized she had
brought booze and shot glasses. She must have figured she needed a little
liquid courage before we headed over. I appreciated that I wouldn't have to
pay for as many drinks. We both did two shots and then we headed over to
the club. It was still early but I think Di's plan was to get picked up
quickly. Maybe if it was early enough, I could stay behind to dance while
she got her freak on at the hotel.


There were not many women there that night even as the hours turned
late. We danced, we drank, we flirted but Di didn't find the right woman to
take her cherry. Dejected we headed back to the hotel. I assumed Di would
want to do some shots and probably streak in the hallway before
crashing. That's pretty much how it went down. At least for her. Once we
were in the room she immediately stripped. I never got tired of this part
of the game. She then announced we "needed some ice" and headed to the
door. I noticed that she didn't bother checking to see if the coast was
clear. She just walked into the hallway naked.


I took the opportunity to strip down to my bra and panties. I was pretty
confident Di would end up masturbating in front of me again. I was also
pretty confident that if she did, I might not be able to avoid doing the
same in front of her. Again I wondered if I was her mark and she intended
that I would be her first woman. Maybe the entire night, and last night for
that matter, was an elaborate seduction. If it was, with a few more shots
in me, it might just work. I was feeling randy already so if she made a
move, I might just go along for the ride.


Upon her return, Di didn't jump into bed as I expected. Her nipples were
like rocks, though, so I knew she was excited. She told me the ice and pop
machines were around the corner and the couple in the room next to us left
their room while she was getting ice. They walked by and Di told me the guy
saw her, but the girl didn't. She also said the guy didn't make a typically
rude guy comment because I don't think he wanted his partner to catch him
looking. My nipples began to stiffen as she told me the tale. She filled
two glasses with ice and began to pour two stiff drinks. I might pass out
if she filled the glasses I mused, but she stopped at about half
full. "Damn," she exclaimed. "I forgot the mixers. Your turn to hit the
vending machine." She smiled and I realized that was her plan all the
time. I didn't waste time. I just peeled off my bra and dropped my panties.


"You really have beautiful breasts, Cat," Di said. "I would love to suck on
your nipples."


I was more convinced she had set up this entire weekend to get me to be her
first. "I think I need a few more drinks first," I said jokingly, although
I wasn't really joking. I watched as she put down her glass and then moved
to the bed doing a fine catwoman impersonation and stretching out on the
bed daring me not to look at her. She then moved her hand between her
legs. If she had asked, I would have buried my face between her amazing
thighs, but I think she was just using me to drive her arousal. Again.


I took a few dollar bills and headed toward the door to pick up a soda. I
knew she didn't really need a mixer. We usually did shots so diluting the
whiskey wasn't an issue. I knew her real plan was to excite me and of
course, I was very willing. It wasn't too late yet and the odds of being
caught were pretty good. I was getting squishy even before I turned the
knob. I did peek out the door before leaving the safety of the room. I
could hear Di moaning at this point and I wanted to hurry to get back to
her. As it turned out, my journey 50 feet down the hall would take much
longer than I anticipated. Why? You might ask. Simple. The inevitable
happened and I got caught.


I made it to the vending cubbyhole just fine. I actually was feeling pretty
good about myself as I had done this enough that it was starting to feel
normal. Exciting, to be sure, but normal. Then I heard the elevator bing. I
had a 50/50 chance the person would go down the other hallway. They
didn't. I heard them coming and my heart started pounding. My stupid
nipples didn't know they should be worried and not hard as rocks and my
pussy didn't realize it shouldn't be flooding with juices. I tried to use
the vending machine as a shield, but it was too close to the wall. My last
hope was the person wouldn't look into the cubby and would be focused on
finding their room. That almost worked. I held my breath as an older woman,
impeccably dressed with stockings, heels and a short skirt walked past. I
didn't want to exhale for fear of giving myself away.


Just when I thought I'd gotten away, she stopped. She didn't turn
immediately as if she was thinking but then she turned toward me. She
didn't seem shocked or surprised. I was the one in for a shock. I knew
her. Her hair was different and her skirt was shorter. Her blouse also
exposed a very large and deep cleavage. She must have been wearing a
Wonderbra although I had to wonder why she wanted to make them seem
bigger. They were clearly DDs already. I knew that from seeing her at
school. The only difference was at school she wore conservative business
attire, always had a buttoned up blouse and her hair was always up in a
tight bun. Now it was down and framing her face with soft curls and hints
of red highlights in her otherwise blonde hair. I'd never noticed the
highlights either. She always looked stern at school, but now she looked
decidedly sexy. I also noticed a large diamond engagement ring and a
wedding band on her left hand.


"Hello Dean Beckett," I said softly. Visions of my place on the swim team
and my scholarship disappearing flooded my consciousness. Why had I let Di
talk me into playing this game in the first place?