When I looked out my dorm room window, I saw a spectral shape wafting over the empty quad. An automatic jolt went through me, then I laughed out loud. Holy shit! Arlene was really doing it.

As if she’d heard me down there, the figure wearing the pastel bedsheet twirled in a circle. The edges of the covering lifted with the spin, and I saw bare calves, then bare thighs, then the sweet promise of Arlene’s shaved pussy. Instantly, my cock sprang into ready hardness.

I’d been hot for Arlene for months. But I’d been studying like a son of a bitch, trying to keep my grades up so my folks wouldn’t yank me out college. It was why I was still there during spring break, when the campus just about emptied out, leaving only a small group of misfits and loners. The place was like a ghost town as... Read More