The Dean’s Dirty Secret

Oh my god... this is just too much...

The girl on her knees on the dorm bed let out a choked, sob-like gasp. Her delicate frame arched forward, fingers digging into the sheets as she went completely still.

I held her tight until she collapsed onto the mattress, limp and boneless as melted jelly.

I'm a freshman.

Yesterday, after weeks of brutal military training finally ended, my girlfriend—who'd been pent up the whole time—dragged me straight into the girls'dorm. With some help from her and her roommate, I slipped past the dorm matron and stayed the night.

The second the lights went out, she grabbed my hand.

"Big Stallion, I want you..."

She shoved my hand under her nightgown and kissed me like she was starving.

I squeezed her cute little ass. "They're still awake."

"Don't even," she whispered, writhing against me like a water snake, one slender leg hooking around my waist. "You always make me scream on purpose... so they can hear you... fucking me..."

She breathed those last two words right into my ear.

"You little slut. That desperate?"

Her tongue traced my ear, and yeah—I was getting there. I yanked her nightgown off, pinned her hands above her head, and pressed her down.

"Yes... I'm your slut... don't you love me like this?" She rocked her hips, teasing. "Am I being slutty enough for you tonight? Hmm?"

"Slutty? You're the sluttiest."

I lost it. Flipped her over onto her stomach, gripped her waist, and took her from behind.

That's when I noticed movement from the other side of the room.

Sophia.

Was she watching?

I glanced over. Clear as day: Sophia's chest rising and falling fast, lips parted, face flushed. Her eyes were glazed, tracking every move I made—while her hand slipped into her pajama bottoms, fingers working slowly underneath.

Our eyes met. Shock first. Then pure thrill.

Sophia looked so innocent. Turned out she was a total Jekyll and Hyde.

Watching us. Touching herself.

I didn't care if my girlfriend noticed. I spread her legs wider and drove into her like a wild animal, pounding hard, again and again.

"Ah... I can't... have mercy..."

I didn't stop until her cries turned to whimpers and she melted completely.

Early the next morning, the dorm matron dragged me out of bed.

By the time the Dean finished lecturing me and I got out of his office, lunch break was long over. I'd been holding it all day, and my bladder was screaming.