Laniyah reached around and grabbed her braided ponytail and pulled it away from her shoulder, keeping it out of the line of fire as Jahlil shot three more spurts across her back and ass. He kept stroking until he was empty and then sank down and leaned forward against her, breathing hard.
Alan had been furiously jerking himself off as he watched the display but stopped abruptly. Now that they were no longer having sex, either one or both of them would surely notice his bouncing blanket.
“Can you get a towel?” Laniyah said.
Jahlil let out a satisfied sigh. “Yeah, I got you.”
He inched over to the edge of the bed and stepped off on wobbly legs that looked like they might collapse. He retrieved a grey towel from his dresser and brought it back to the bed. He wiped it across Laniyah’s back and ass and then handed it to her. She rolled over onto her back and passed it between her legs.
“I’mma go shower,” Jahlil said. He grabbed another towel from his dresser and laid it over his shoulder. He picked up a washcloth and a bottle of body wash and headed out the door. East Hall was one of two remaining dorms on campus that still had communal bathrooms. It was unlikely that he’d come across anyone on his way down the hall at such a late hour, but it was still a bold move to go naked.
When the door shut, Laniyah let out a melodic sigh and then rolled over on the bed and got to her feet. Alan’s eyes drank in her form as she walked to her pile of clothes on Jahlil’s desk.
Every curve. Every bounce of flesh. Every movement. It was as if each one was specifically created to entice guys. Alan was sorry to see her get dressed so soon, but he’d seen enough of her to last him through at least two or three weeks’ worth of jerk-off sessions.
Laniyah dug through her clothes and pulled out her phone. Its screen threw a pale glow across her face and chest as she thumbed the screen. She returned it to her clothes and walked back to Jahlil’s bed, swaying her hips as she went. She fell down and rolled onto the bed sending her breasts rocking back and forth on her ribcage. She stretched out her lithe body and then put her hands behind her head. After a moment of lying there, her phone buzzed, and she sat up and got off the bed. As she crossed to Jahlil’s desk, her head turned toward Alan’s side of the room and her eyes locked with his as they peered out from beneath the pillow.
“I didn’t know you were up. You shoulda said somethin’,” Laniyah said. She picked up her phone but left her clothes on the desk and made no effort to conceal her nudity.
Alan froze. He knew he’d been caught looking, but there was the bigger implication that he’d just watched her and Jahlil having sex. The only thing he could think to do was pretend to be asleep, so he closed his eyes and tried to remain still.
Laniyah laughed. “Boy, stop playin’. You know you ain’t asleep. Your eyes were just open.”
Alan heard footsteps approach his bed and then felt cool air on his face as his pillow was snatched away.
“Peakaboo!” Laniyah shouted.
Alan still refused to budge or open his eyes. Even when he felt her sit on the edge of his bed, he kept his body still.
His dick became achingly hard with the realization that, for the first time in his life, there was a naked girl in his bed. But he didn’t know what to do in response to it, so he continued to do nothing. That is…until he felt her fingertips on the edge of his eyebrow and then felt her trying to peel his left eyelid open.
Alan jerked his head away. “Hey! What are you doing?”
“I told you you weren’t asleep.” Laniyah smiled down at him with a look of victory. She glanced down across the blanket that covered his body from the chest down. His shirt was visible underneath. “Do you always sleep in all your clothes?”
“No. I mean, yes. Well, sometimes. Err…it depends.” Alan’s attention was focused on the amazing set of tits hovering in the air next to his head like a pair of ripe fruit. She could’ve asked him his name and he would’ve struggled to answer.
“Aren’t you hot with all that?” Laniyah grabbed the edge of his blanket and began pulling it off. Alan grabbed it at the last second when he remembered he had his pants down.
“No, I’m fine. It’s not that hot,” Alan said, even as he could feel the perspiration breaking out on his forehead. The sweat was just as much from the heat of the blanket as the heat she was giving off.
Laniyah shrugged and got up but then turned back to face him. “Were you in class yesterday?”
“What class?” He was once again having trouble forming coherent thoughts. His mind was preoccupied with how soft her beautiful tits might feel against his face.
Laniyah put her hands on her hips which only served to accentuate her chest. “Biology. With Masterman? Were you there? I missed class and need to get the notes.”
Through his sexual fog, it dawned on him where he had seen Laniyah before. In that class. There were about 200 students in the class, but he remembered having seen her the first day and a few other days after that. From what he recalled, her outfits left little to the imagination. And yet, he never could’ve imagined the beauty they concealed.
“Uhh…yeah, I was there.” Alan cleared his throat, suddenly desperate for a bottle of water. “I can send you my notes.”
Laniyah snapped and gave him a finger-gun point. “Cool, I appreciate ya.” She walked back to her clothes and began combing through them again.
Alan’s eyes stuck to her breasts like glue and watched them wobble back and forth as she moved.
“Lou won’t climb ivy bent or upright boo-boo,” she said.
“What?” Alan responded. Her nipples looked like Hershey’s Kisses and probably tasted just as good.
“I said, you won’t try and amend the right to truth?”
“What?” Alan repeated, continuing to only half-listen.
Laniyah laughed and lifted her shirt in front of her chest which finally broke Alan’s trance. “I said, you don’t mind if I spend the night, do you?”
“Oh, no, not at all,” Alan said immediately. “Make yourself at home.”
“Thanks.” Laniyah dropped her shirt and Alan’s eyes snapped right back to their original position. She laughed and shook her head. “I’m gonna get some sleep,” she said as she walked toward Jahlil’s bed. “Unless…you need me to finish you off?”
Alan was fairly sure he had misheard her. “Need you to what?”
Laniyah turned and sat on Jahlil’s bed and then made a fist in the air then raised and lowered it several times in a handjob motion. “Finish you off. I know you hard under that blanket. That’s why you hidin’ under it.”
“What? No, I’m not hiding,” Alan said even as he pulled the blanket tighter around himself. “It’s just a blanket to keep me warm.”
Laniyah laughed again. “It’s hot as shit in here. You know you don’t need that damn blanket.”
“No, I’m fine. It’s not that hot.” The inside of his mouth felt like the Sahara. The air under the blanket felt like a rainforest. His hair was sticking to his forehead.
And his dick felt like it could break concrete.
Laniyah shrugged. “Aight, suit yourself.” She continued to sit on the side of Jahlil’s bed staring at Alan. “Aren’t you gonna take care of that so you can go back to sleep?”
Was she giving him permission to jack off? No, she had to be joking. But his dick was aching. He was so desperate to touch it that he was considering doing it right there under the blanket with her watching.
“I…uhhh…”
“You hard right?” Laniyah said.
“Well…I’m not…I mean, not right now…”
Laniyah huffed and stood up. “Oh, Lord…” She stomped across the room to Alan’s bed and reached for the edge of his blanket. Alan felt like he was stuck in slow-motion. He grabbed for his blanket, but it slipped through his fingers as Laniyah yanked it off the bed. She didn’t appear the least bit surprised to find him with his pants down and gestured toward his exposed dick. “See? Told ya.”
Alan moved his hands to cover himself. No girl had ever seen his dick before. He’d had a couple off-and-on girlfriends back in high school but had never done anything more than kissing and touching over the clothes.
Laniyah shoved his hands out of the way and grabbed for his dick. Alan groaned and let out a puff of breath as Laniyah’s hand wrapped around his solid shaft. Her hand slid along the smooth skin from base to head and back down, and for a moment, Alan thought he was going to pass out. He shut his eyes and his head flopped back on his pillow as Laniyah slowly jacked him off.
Alan jacked off two or three times a day and was well-accustomed to his body and what felt good. Conversely, Laniyah had never touched him before but somehow seemed to know exactly how to touch it–and it felt a million times better than when he did it.
He felt her shift and put weight onto his bed. When he opened his eyes, she had put her right knee onto the bed and shifted her hips and the rest of her body onto it until she was pressed up against his side.
“That feel good?” Laniyah’s warm breath washed across his face as she spoke. It smelled like chocolate and honey.
“Uh-huh…yeah,” Alan whispered. It was all he could manage to say as she kept stroking him.
She looked him up and down and smirked. “You know, you can touch me if you want. I won’t break.”
Alan had been doing his best to avert his eyes from her naked body out of respect. Even though she had her hand on his dick, it seemed impolite to stare. But after her last words, he couldn’t help looking her over again. Her smooth ebony skin stood in stark contrast against his. Her full breasts made his mouth water even though he felt like he hadn’t had anything to drink for the past day.
He turned his torso slightly and tentatively reached across his body toward hers. His hand hovered in the air over her breast with the thick, dark nipple centered below his palm. Even though she’d just told him he could touch her, he was afraid. What if she slapped him? What if she screamed? What if she laughed?
report Laniyah reached over with her free hand and pushed his hand down onto her chest. Alan had never touched a bare tit in his life before. It felt glorious.
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