Dormitory Fire Drill

by Lia Monde

 

The bed in Beverly's dorm room was narrow. It forced their naked bodies close. That was fine with Les, it increased the intimacy. As they spooned together, Les's arm draped across her waist and fondled the bottom of her left breast. His face pressed into the hair at her neck and inhaled the wonderful aroma. His erect penis rested in the crack of her ass.

Beverly's hand reached back and gently massaged his hip and bare ass. She made a slight rolling motion with her butt that applied pleasurable pressure to his cock. Les smiled and responded by adding his own motion to match hers.

As they grew more aroused, the pace of their lovemaking increased. Les moved his palm to her nipple and barely touched it with small circular movements. She inhaled sharply and it forced her breast more firmly against his palm. The nipple was engorged and hard. Beverly slid her hand from his hip to his balls. Les kissed her neck in appreciation and nibbled her earlobe.

The heat continued to rise and their touching became more frenzied. Les moved his hand from her breast to the sensitive area at the top of her pubic hair. Beverly shifted position and separated her legs. He took advantage of the opening and moved his penis from her ass to between her legs. The tip of his cock nestled in the bottom of her pubic hair. Their rocking motion made it slide along the surface of her vagina.

His fingers slowly entered her thick and damp pubic hair as if on a safari. Beverly's body tensed and her breathing deepened. She bit her lower lip and concentrated on the building pleasure. She loved how Les gently worked her body and didn't just come in a groping rush. In that regard, he was sensitive and caring lover. Very different from her previous boyfriends. Even more tender than some of the girls she'd been with.

As Les's fingers started to probe her swollen pussy lips, she was building to a quick climax. The combination of his body pressed tight against her, his cock thrusting between her legs, his tongue in her ear and his talented fingers were overwhelming her senses.

She grabbed a handful of sheets, gyrated her entire body and said through clenched teeth, "Now Les, now."

He knew what she wanted and slid his fingers through the wet folds of her vagina and found her hard clitoris. It was like stepping on the accelerator. Within seconds, her climax burst forth in waves. Beverly's body bucked against his hand. Her insides melted like warm butter and a blissful glow spread through her body.

While she was still in orgasmic reverie, Les rolled her willing body over and spread her legs. He got between them and aligned his penis. As his cock touched her pussy, he leaned forward and gave her a kiss. Lost in passion and delight, Beverly gave the slightest feathery response.

As she lay docilely beneath him, Les pushed slowly into her. He enjoyed the tightness and the warmth and the extreme wetness. If possible, his penis got harder and larger. His was very close and he began moving his hips to pump in and out. Beverly smiled, but made only the barest of moves. Within a few strokes, Les felt his passion rising beyond control. Beverly started to squirm as she built to another orgasm. He pumped madly and then jammed as deep into her as he could, rocking her body. He breathed out in a moan, climaxed and shot strong spurts deep into Beverly. She experienced a second smaller, but nonetheless, satisfying orgasm,

He held the position on his elbows for a few seconds then lowered himself on top of her. They were both spent and satisfied.

After a few minutes, Les whispered in her ear, "You're the best, doll." He rolled off her and they both drifted into a deep and restful sleep.

Les dreamt the alarm clock was going off. He ignored it and turned over. Beverly bolted upright next to him and said, "Oh my gawd! It's a fire alarm!" She was immediately awake and out of bed.

Her naked body raced to the door and opened it a crack. The fire alarm wailed in the hall and the lights flashed. She closed the door and flicked on the lights. "Get up Les, we've got to go."

He was still lying in bed. He kept his eyes closed and tried to return to sleep. "Nah, it's probably a false alarm. They'll turn it off in a second." Les wasn't one to awake easily, especially not from a deep and short sleep. He pulled the pillow over his head to shut out the noise.

Beverly was in frenzy. She was at her bureau pulling out night clothes. She grabbed a pale blue baby doll nightie and pulled on the panties. As she moved, she repeated, "Les get up."

From under the pillow, he said, "You go, I'll stay here"

Beverly pulled the pillow off his head and shook him. He opened his eyes and saw her adorable tits hanging over his face. He had a last thought that maybe this really was just a beautiful dream.

"We can't stay here." Beverly insisted. "The Resident Assistants check each room to make sure they're clear. Besides, it might be a real fire." She tugged on his arm.

Les gave up and swung his legs onto the floor. Seeing progress, Beverly returned to dressing and slipped the silky baby doll over her head. The lace trim just reached the middle of her buttocks. Les rested his head in his hands and looked around groggily for his clothes.

As he reached for his jeans, Beverly said, "Shit!"

Les looked up and saw the panicked expression on her face.

"They can't see you in the dorm," she said in a tight voice. "You know it's against the rules to stay overnight."

Les knew, because each time he stayed over, they had to go through the ruse of pretending to sign him out by the eleven o'clock deadline and then sneaking him back in. Still, he didn't think getting caught was a big deal. Beverly obviously did.

"I'll get in all sorts of trouble." she said as her mind raced. The clanging alarm added to the urgency and didn't help her thinking. Beverly got an idea and moved to the closet. She grabbed a long nightgown and handed it to Les. "Here, put this on."

He took it and stared at it in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Put it on." she insisted. "We'll pretend you're one of the girls and no one will notice in the confusion."

"Are you crazy?" he said and dropped the gown on the bed. "I'm not putting that on." He reached again for his jeans.

She stopped his hand and sat beside him. Her voice was firm. "Les, put it on. I could really get in a lot of trouble. It's the only way."

He looked around trying to think of an alternative. "It'll never work. Everyone will see my face, honey."

She thought for a second, and then said, "I got it!" She bounced up and grabbed a large sweatshirt from a hook. "Wear this over it and pull the hood up. No one will see your head."

Les hesitated. He was still groggy and having trouble thinking. Regardless, Beverly left no room for debate. "Hurry."

He grimaced, but stood up and reached for the nightgown.

"Good boy, thank you." she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll never forget this."

"Yah, neither will I." Les mumbled as he pulled the satiny, feminine nightgown over his head. 'The things I do for love.' he thought to himself.

Before he had a chance to reconsider, Beverly moved to get the rest of their clothes. She peeked out the door. "Faster, darling. Everyone is leaving and the RA's are starting to check rooms."

The gown draped easily over his body and reached to his mid-calf. He slipped on the sweatshirt and pulled the hood over his head. Fortunately, the baggy style of the over-sized sweatshirt had lots of room. When pulled tight, the hood provided good concealment.

There was no time for further review. Beverly tugged on his sleeve and said, "We gotta go. Put these on." She handed him fluffy, pink slippers. He wrinkled his nose, but did as he was told and slipped them on his feet.

Beverly put her hand in the small of his back and urged him to the door. She had put on a cute lavender bathrobe to cover the revealing baby doll pajamas. It had only been minutes since the alarm first sounded. As they were about to enter the corridor, Beverly stopped him and urgently said, "Wait. You need underwear. Your penis is showing."

Les looked down and saw the tell-tale bulge through the nightgown. Beverly stepped to her bureau.

"Where's my boxers?" he asked.

"They won't work. They're too loose. Use these." she said holding out a pair of her dainty panties.

"No way!" Les said in a squeaky voice. "I can't wear those. Those are girl's panties."

"Shhh, keep your voice down. Don't be silly. They're just underwear." Beverly insisted. She dropped to her knees and lifted his foot. "These are tight enough to keep you in place." Before he could protest further, she was snapping them around his waist.

Les was surprised by her quick and insistent action. However, he was most surprised by the sensuous reaction and spark of arousal that shot through his loins from the feel of the panties. That sensation heightened when Beverly slipped her hand inside the panties, grabbed his penis and pushed it down between his legs. When she smoothed the material and his balls into place, his penis jumped.

Before he could fathom what the hell was going on, Beverly had pulled him into the corridor.

They were among the last to leave. The Resident Assistants were encouraging the other stragglers and barely gave them a glance. Beverly's room was on the eighth floor of a ten-floor high-rise. They headed to the emergency exit stairs.

Beverly was behind him and whispered, "Keep your head down."

He didn't need the reminder. His nerves were in a high state of anxiety. He tried to make himself invisible and shrink into the clothes. For once, he felt fortunate to be neither particularly tall, nor well-built. His thin frame and smallish size blended in among the coeds.

When they entered the emergency stairway, it was packed. The lower floors were still emptying and they moved at a snail's pace. They pushed into the crowd, and Beverly positioned herself on the stair above and directly behind him. Les was immediately claustrophobic. He didn't want to touch anyone and risk being discovered. However, in the crowded confines, it was virtually impossible to avoid incidental contact. The extreme vulnerability of his situation began to dawn on him as they inched forward. It was one thing to be caught after hours in the girls dorm, it was quite another to be caught in this embarrassing attire.

With his head tucked down, he got a close look at his complete outfit for the first time. During the rush in the room, he had just followed Beverly's commands and pulled on the clothes. He was stunned to see he was covered in pink from head to toe. In addition to the fluffy and girlish slippers, the flimsy nightgown was a pale pink with a lacy champagne trim at the edges and along the side slits. The cotton sweatshirt was a deeper pink with a bunny appliqué on the front. Les couldn't see the panties. However, if the color was as feminine as the feel on his body, pink was a definite possibility.

If he'd seen Beverly in these clothes, he would have been attracted. Now, he just felt uncomfortable. Fully awake, he realized this was a very bad idea. He thought he should have taken his chances hiding in the room. He was determined to get through this and out of here as soon as possible.

In examining his feminine clothes, Les had lost focus on his surroundings. Now, Beverly tapped his shoulder and said, "Keep moving, Lisa. Don't be scared. It'll be all right."

A space had opened in front of him and he moved quickly to close the gap. The last thing he wanted to do was attract attention. When he caught up, he looked at Beverly and mouthed the question, "Lisa?"

She smiled and whispered, "I couldn't very well call you Les." He knew she was right, and marveled at her quick thinking under pressure. Her confidence and take charge attitude was one of her traits that attracted him.

Les felt as though everyone was staring at him. He furtively scanned the stairway to confirm his suspicions. All the girls seemed to be involved in their own thoughts. Some were plodding ahead half asleep. Fortunately, the coed right next to him seemed to be in that category. Others were chatting with their neighbors or bitching loudly about the slow pace.

Relaxing a little after seeing that no one was concerned with him, he looked at the girls more closely. A few had on complete outfits, as though they had just returned home at this late hour. However, as expected, most of the girls were only semi-dressed. A few had sweat pants or traditional pajamas with pants. Some of those were only partially buttoned and revealed glimpses of their breasts. Many had on sexier, lingerie-type sleep wear. The sleepyhead next to him was one. She had pulled on a short robe that barely covered her butt. Through the translucent, white lace, Les could discern the outlines of her skimpy underwear. Her bare legs seemed to stretch forever. Her toenails were painted bright pink.

He became aroused. Once his mind started down this path, he couldn't stop. Les examined every girl within view. It was like reading the Victoria's Secret catalogue. Only these models were in the flesh. And very close.

An overwhelming feminine scent permeated the air. The heady mixture of perfume, powder, soap and lotion was intoxicating. Perhaps it was his imagination, but there was also a hint of sex. The unique, but undefinable, essence of sensuous arousal. His growing penis stretched against the tight and smooth fabric of his panties.

Les felt increasingly aware of the close quarters. He was crushed within feet of dozens of half-dressed coeds. Even though some weren't particularly attractive, and most were unkempt from just waking up, it didn't matter. He felt a sexual heat emanating from the crowd. It was like he was in a harem. His body reacted accordingly. His fear of being discovered was losing ground to his appreciation of their proximity. He fought a strong urge to reach out and fondle the swirling, swishing, rainbow of material barely hiding their treasures. As they continued down, he fixated on several of the more femininely attired girls.

Apparently, Beverly noticed. "If you keep gawking, Lisa, I'm going to pull off your hood and leave you here." she hissed into his ear.

His eyes went wide and he swung to face her. He saw an annoyed expression on her face and a spark of anger in her eyes. The girl next to Beverly looked over curiously. Before she had a chance to examine him too closely, she was prodded ahead. Beverly set her lips and nodded her head for him to continue. He was in no position to argue and walked ahead meekly. Les chastised himself to behave and keep his thoughts off the other girls.

They had reached the fourth floor and the pace picked up. The crowd moved quickly the rest of the way to the lobby which was filled with departing girls and a number of administrators. Les held back. Unlike the students who were all looking ahead, these managers were looking straight at them. The crowd pushed him forward.

The head Resident Manager stood by the door. She was a tall redhead who Les knew from joking with her at the desk. His knees started to get weak with fear of recognition. He ducked his head further. She was waving her arm and said, "Come on, girls. Let's move it, let's move it."

As he passed her, she brushed her hand on his arm to move him through the door. His body tensed and he felt an urgent need to pee. Then, he was through the door, beyond the gauntlet and into freedom.

The courtyard was filled with hundreds of milling coeds. It was a sea of frills and skin to be negotiated undetected. Fortuitously, the approaching sirens of the fire trucks caused most to turn their heads toward the road. Taking advantage of the diversion, and making sure not to lose Beverly, he moved them through the crowd to an empty space near the woods. Somewhat safe for the first time since leaving the bedroom, Les felt a modicum of relief. He realized his entire body was wound taut and made a conscious effort to relax.

Beverly clinched his arm and bubbled, "That was so great! We did it!" Her earlier fear was gone. It was typical. Her mood could change in an instant. She leaned in, grabbed his face and gave him a hot kiss under the pink hood. She was apparently oblivious to the fact that with his attire, others might perceive it as a lesbian lip-lock. Beverly was on an adrenaline high. She could be an excitement junkie in normal circumstances; always wanting to try new or illicit things and push the envelope. This unexpected crisis and the chance of getting caught had clearly given her a rush.

"Maybe it was great for you. I was scared shitless." Les said.

She waved away his concerns. "You loved it. I saw how you were undressing all those girls with your eyes. I bet you even got a hard-on." She reached down quickly and grabbed his penis. He jumped. The scary exit had deflated him somewhat, but he was clearly still excited. "I knew it." She exclaimed proudly, rubbing his balls tenderly through the sheer fabric. "Or maybe, you just like the panties." She said with a salacious grin.

Les backed away. There was no talking to her when she got in this state. Now that she was beyond the fear of being caught in her room, this was turning into a big lark for her. There was no telling how far she'd go, especially when he was in such a vulnerable position and at her mercy.

He had fantasized about sex in public. But it was never in this type of crowded situation and never with him dressed in these compromising clothes. To change the subject, he said, "I've got to go take a pee. When I get back, we'll figure out what we're doing next."

She gave him a disappointed pout and said, "Party pooper." As he headed into the woods, she called after him with a devilish smile, "Don't mess your panties, Lisa."

Les just shook his head. She was having way to good of a time at his expense.

Watching him depart, Beverly smiled broadly to herself. He was so cute in that adorable outfit. Most guys would never have agreed. They would have freaked and ruined everything. She was unexpectedly intrigued by this turn of events. This was too good to keep to herself. When he disappeared into the dark, she turned and eyed the crowd. She saw a couple of girlfriends, glanced toward the woods, and then moved to join them.

Les went far enough to be out of sight, but not enough to be stumbling in the dark. The last thing he needed was to twist an ankle. He really had to pee. He reached under the sweatshirt and nightgown and tried to free his penis. Not being used to all the material, he kept fumbling in the semi-darkness and couldn't get it out of the way. Finally, he just gave up and squatted down. He pulled the panties down his thighs and jacked up the nightie so it was out of the way. His cock sprung free and almost immediately started to piss. Despite the humiliating position, the relief was wonderful.

Remembering Beverly's admonition not to soil the panties, Les waited extra long to drain the last drops and then shook his penis. He saw his panties up close for the first time. They weren't pink, but they certainly were extremely feminine. They were a sheer nylon type material in a subtle white and green floral pattern. There was a little flower at the waist and lace trim at the high cut, leg openings. Beverly had been wrong earlier. They were way more than 'just underwear'. They were sexy and erotic. He remembered the first time he had removed them from Beverly. The thought gave him a pleasant shiver.

He stood and pulled them up his thighs. He had to admit the feeling was different and exciting. The erotic touch on his skin and the memory association of Beverly filling them out in all her glory stirred him. Standing there in the sleek and girlish nightgown with her panties tight around his penis, he caught a scent of Beverly from her clothes. He looked around to confirm he was completely out of site then closed his eyes and thought about the great sex they had just consummated hours earlier. Les smoothed the panties across his butt and couldn't resist gently stroking his penis. The girlish fabric was like an aphrodisiac. His hands continued to roam and fantasies jumped unbidden into his mind. A cool breeze swept up his legs and cooled his bare thighs shaking him back to reality. With difficulty, he remembered the precarious situation and got control of his emotions. If he didn't get his semi-erect penis tucked between his legs now he wouldn't be able to. He wasn't sure what the next plan was, but a most unladylike erection bulging from his nightie certainly wouldn't help.

With his wayward penis back in place, he returned to the courtyard and discovered Beverly was gone. "Damn," he thought. "Can't that girl follow instructions just one time?" His eyes searched the crowd to locate her. In this get-up, he couldn't just wander around looking for her. Neither could he call her name or wave his arms. He didn't want that kind of attention. Les couldn't believe a night that had started so well was getting worse and worse. He was getting cold. The thin nightgown was little protection against the chill. He pulled the sweatshirt down to cover his butt and crossed his legs for warmth.

A few minutes later, someone made an announcement at the door to the dorm. There was a little cheer and the girls prepared to head back in. Les's spirits lifted when he saw Beverly separate from the crowd and head toward him. They immediately sank when he noticed someone was coming with her. The girl was wearing dark blue, athletic sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt. He recognized the tall blond as Melissa, one of Beverly's friends. His heart raced and he almost turned to flee, but there was nowhere to go. He looked desperately at his clothes to see if there was anything he could do to make them appear more masculine, but there was no chance. Too much pink and frills and silk and lace. The girls were on him in a second.

"There you are," Beverly said smiling, as if everything were perfectly normal. "They've decided it was a false alarm."

"Hi, Les," Melissa added. "Or should I call you, Bunny?"

He was puzzled.

Melissa pointed at the cute bunnies on the sweatshirt. "Love your shirt. It goes well with your nigthie."

Les blushed with every fiber of his being. "Very funny, Mel." He was mortified. He turned to Beverly and said, "Why did you tell her?"

Beverly's face took on a quizzical expression and she said with a small shrug, "She's my best friend." As if that explained everything.

He clenched his fists, looked at the sky and mumbled, "Women."

Melissa said, "Careful, girl. You shouldn't be talking like that the way you're dressed tonight."

Placing a hand on his arm to soothe him, Beverly said, "Don't be annoyed. She's here to help us."

Looking at Melissa's androgynous outfit, Les asked hopefully, "Great, is she going to trade clothes?"

"You wish. I'm not giving you my clothes." Melissa snapped. "Besides, I think you look pretty in pink."

Beverly intervened, "Les, you still need those clothes as a disguise. Mel's going to help us get back in."

"I'm not going back in. We barely got out."

"Of course you are. You can't stay out here."

Les thought for a moment and said, "You go in and bring out my clothes. Then you can sneak me in like usual."

"That'll take too long. Look, you're already cold." Beverly reasoned. "Besides, you'll look suspicious staying out here in the dark."

Melissa looked toward the door. "If this is going to work, we have to go soon while there's still a crowd."

Les followed her gaze. "It won't work. They're checking people at the door."

"Of course, it will work." Beverly insisted. "They're not checking close. They know nobody brought IDs. They're just making sure no guys sneak in with the girls."

Les gaped at her, "Bev, what do you think I would be doing?"

"But you're not dressed like a guy. They'll just think you're one of the girls."

"You do look pretty girlish, Les." Melissa added teasingly.

He was not sure his nerves were up to it and thought desperately. "Go back in and throw my clothes out the window. I'll just sleep out here."

Beverly looked stunned. "I am not throwing your clothes out the window. They'll get caught in a tree or something. And you're not sleeping out here. You'll freeze, or get arrested. This is the only way, Les."

Before he could argue, Melissa said, "God. We're just wasting time." She grabbed him by the arm and moved toward the door.

Not having a good alternative and not wanting to create an attention-grabbing scene, he didn't resist. His stomach started doing flips. This was crazy. Approaching the door, Les pulled the pink hood tighter around his face and tried to do his best imitation of how a coed walked. With all his concentration, he worked at making his hips sway naturally.

Beverly noticed the transformation and filed it away for later use. "Stay between us and we'll block the view of the RA's." she spoke into his ear.

Melissa played on the basketball team. She was strong, as well as tall. With her leading the way, they shouldered through the crowd so they wouldn't be last and, therefore, more visible. At the door, the RA's were doing a cursory scan. The one to Beverly's right held the door and seemed inattentive. On the left, the Resident Manager did a double take on Les as he sashayed by. She appeared about to look closer, when Mel peeled off and asked her a diversionary question about the alarm.

Les and Beverly continued on and got lost in the crowd waiting for the elevator. He thought the stairs might be safer, but he wasn't going to risk talking to suggest it. He was back to marking time amid dozens of chatty girls. Soon, Melissa re-appeared next to them. After the chill of the night air, his body was warming in the cramped intimacy of the lobby. It had a womb-like feel: cozy and tight and comforting.

When each elevator arrived, the giggling mass surged forward and jammed on. They were jostled by hips and breasts and asses. Les was a little nervous, but no longer tense. He was more confident in his disguise. In the party atmosphere, no one seemed to care about all the touching and the contact. Everyone seemed perfectly comfortable. He was jealous of their open and relaxed attitude toward their bodies. He worked at getting himself in the same mindset.

After a couple of missed attempts, Melissa again took charge. She maneuvered them in front of a door. When it opened, she pushed them on. Les grabbed the back corner and pulled Beverly in front of him. Mel positioned herself to his left. As others fought on, they were packed in tightly. When the doors finally closed and everyone faced forward, Les thought he might actually make it safely back to Beverly's room.

He leaned against the back wall. Les tried to avoid thoughts about all the scantily clad females that had gotten him into trouble in the stairway. The not thinking part didn't work. The panties and bare legs and perfume and tits jammed within inches of him, charged his body and inflated his penis.

With so many people, the buttons for every floor were pressed. It would be a slow ascent. At the second floor, there was much jostling and pushing. Playful shouting and giggling erupted as people shifted around to let girls exit. In the past, Les would have been baffled by the constant giggling. Now, he saw it as a sign of female camaraderie. He closed his eyes and tried to catch the infectious mood. He thought, 'when in Rome.' The pink clothes and sexy panties certainly helped.

His thoughts were disrupted because Beverly leaned back and moved her butt into him. Neither the thin material of his nightgown, nor her robe did much to separate them. In fact, it emphasized the stimulating touch of the material on their skin. Les assumed the contact was inadvertent. He quickly changed his mind when Beverly nonchalantly but deliberately began to rotate her ass. It ground provocatively into his groin.

Beverly was excited again and back in a playful mood. She continued the subtle gyrations. No one else suspected, but Les winced at her game. He bit his lip and hoped she wouldn't carry it too far. He tried to turn his hips to break the direct contact, but Beverly kept him pinned.

Les was simultaneously afraid to be noticed and thrilled by the teasing sensation. He wanted to ring her neck. At the same time, he wanted to reach around and grab her tits. He settled for standing as still as a statue and enduring until they reached the eighth floor and this delicious torture would be over.

By the fourth floor, Melissa noticed what was going on and smiled at Les's discomfit. Between the fourth and fifth floors, she decided to join the fun. She reached her right hand behind Les and pinched his ass.

Surprised, Les let out a little squeal and thrust his hips forward to escape. Beverly didn't expect it and was bumped into the heavy-set girl in front of her. She apologized and thinking Les had done it intentionally, forcefully pushed her hips back and said, "Stop horsing around, Lisa."

This caused several girls to look in his direction. He kept his face toward the wall and the hood mostly blocked their view. When they turned back toward the front, Mel whispered so both of them could hear, "Lisa. Is that her pet name?" Les turned toward her with a trapped look in his eyes. Melissa smiled mischievously. He thanked god his college was three hours away. Perhaps word of this whole humiliating experience would never reach that campus.

Mel's hand was still between Les and the wall. It rested open-palmed on his ass. As they looked at each other, she began to move her fingers in an attempt to pull up the back of his nightgown. He grimaced and she could barely contain her laughter. As the nightie climbed his legs, Les tried to push her persistent hand away. For the first time, he appreciated how unwanted groping felt to a girl. He finally got hold of Melissa's wrist and kept her from disrobing him. She released the material, but kept her hand on his ass. He figured this was as good a compromise as he could get in the situation and let go of her wrist. She nodded slightly, and then turned her face forward. Staring straight ahead, Mel almost instantly started to playfully squeeze his butt. In almost any other situation, Les would have loved such attention from an attractive girl. Now, he just closed his eyes and tolerated it, praying for the elevator to move faster.

Beverly sensed something sexual was going on behind her, but from her position couldn't see anything. She wanted to join the kinky fun between her hot girlfriend and her crossdressed boyfriend. She resumed her own erotic movements. It felt good to her and she enjoyed teasing Les when he was in this once-in-a-lifetime predicament.

Being sexually assaulted front and back, Les couldn't help but get hard, despite his best mental resistance. He promised himself that if he got out of this alive, he would swear off Beverly and her craziness forever.

At each floor, the crowd was thinning, but it was the longest elevator ride of his life. Les was sweating. As they approached the eighth floor, Mel dropped her hand down his ass and moved toward his engorged cock tucked between his legs. Just as the doors opened, she reached the tip and gave it flick with her fingernail. His prick jumped in the panties and Les almost jumped off the elevator.

As they looked back, Melissa waved and said loudly, "You girls have fun tonight. Let's do this threesome again soon."

Les was shocked. As the doors closed, girls in the hall and on the elevator covered their mouths and looked at them with wide eyes. Les said, 'She's the devil.' He turned to Beverly for confirmation and she seemed completely untroubled. In fact, she was giving Mel a goodnight wave with an expression that could almost be interpreted as lust. His already muddled brain was reeling. "What's with you two?" he asked.

"She's teaching me to be comfortable with all aspects of my sexuality. You should try it." she said with a twinkle in her voice. 'It's very expanding. And fun."

Les wasn't sure what she meant, but he wanted to get out of this exposed location before she attempted something right here in the hall. Fortunately, Beverly's room was in the direction away from the girls who were still staring at them. Les made for what he hoped would be the safe haven of the room like it was a foxhole in battle. When they stepped inside, he closed the door firmly and locked both locks. He wished there could be twenty more to keep the world out. He closed his eyes, leaned tiredly against the door and tried to regain his senses.

The combination of fear-driven tension and sexual sensory overload had been both energizing and enervating. The close proximity of so many, barely-dressed, nubile coeds; the prospect of being caught; the tactile clothes he had on; and the girls' elevator caresses had his adrenaline and hormones pumping. The hint of Beverly's promiscuity and inclinations were still sending off sparks in his mind. Les needed a few minutes to get his mind around it all and re-establish his balance. He blindly reached between his legs through the nightgown material and rearranged his uncomfortably trapped penis to an erect position stretching the front of his panties.

Beverly had no intention of wasting time on thinking. She engulfed Les with a full-body kiss. Her arms went around his neck and her lips crushed his. Her excited nipples pressed into his chest and her hips and loins joined his. She was in a hyper-active state.

Les attempted to slow her down. "Beverly, stop that. I'm furious with you! I could have been humiliated and you were playing around."

She momentarily stopped her assault. Pushing her hair behind her ears, Beverly said, "I know, baby. But you shouldn't have been worried. You played a great girl. Nobody could tell. It was just so exciting, I couldn't control myself! And knowing you had a hard-on and it was just sexy panties between us. And it was in public. I wanted to grab you and fuck your brains out since the minute we entered the stairs." She leaned in again and this time her tongue pressed between his lips. Her hands started to stroke his arms. Staring passionately into his eyes, Beverly said, "It'll be worthwhile, I promise."

Maybe it was her aggressive sexual advance or simply his physical reaction to the contact, but Les's annoyance melted away. It was replaced with a strong desire that had been building for the last hour. So much for his short-lived commitment to swear off Beverly's craziness. As she nibbled his neck and planted wet kisses on his ear, Les capitulated.

Beverly continued to grope and hug Les against the door. Through the tangle of arms, he managed to pull the pink sweatshirt over his head and drop it on the floor. While returning kisses and trying to keep up with her fevered attack, he started on taking off the nightgown and said, "Let me get out of these clothes." Beverly stopped him.

"Not so quick, Lisa." she said with a hungry look. She started to rub his chest through the soft material. "No sense wasting this opportunity. Let's go with it and see what happens."

Les felt slightly uncomfortable. "I'd rather take them off."

"Oh, we'll take them off. We just don't need to rush." she said talking into his neck as her hands shifted to trace the feminine neckline of the nightgown on his back. "You've already been wearing them for an hour. What's a few more minutes?" Beverly cajoled.

Les had doubts about making love while wearing women's lingerie, but he was succumbing to her ministrations. He managed to stammer, "I…I don't know."

She covered his lips with hers and whispered, "What does it matter what you're wearing, we're all alone now. Besides, we both know you were turned on by wearing these clothes. And you got into playing a girl. I saw how you were walking. You were sexier than half the real girls."

Things were moving too fast for Les. He couldn't keep up with the rush of ideas and emotions and feelings. He knew he was stimulated by the touch of the panties and nightie, but he wasn't sure he was ready to acknowledge that to Beverly. However, she already seemed two steps ahead of him. As he debated with himself, she was massaging his body with the clear intention of having her way with him as he was dressed. His mind wasn't sure what to do, but his libido was screaming that it wanted everything she could give.

He made a last attempt at resistance. "Why don't we just have regular sex?"

In a hot and throaty voice, she breathed into his ear, "This isn't a regular night. This is a night for exploration and discovery. Your penis sure seems to like the idea." As she said this, Beverly moved her hand to rest on his cock. It was fully erect.

Les didn't know if that was due to wearing panties, her taboo suggestions, or the increasing heat of their foreplay. However, he couldn't deny that he was fully aroused and that the erotic attire was contributing. As her hands continued to work his body, he had to admit that the soft touch of the panties and nightgown were enhancing the sensuous feel of their contact. His overloaded senses precluded any further rational thought. He knew for certain he was incredibly horny. Les decided to take her advice and just go with it. He gave up on thinking, put himself in her hands and turned his attention to their lovemaking.

Instead of verbalizing his decision, Les reached out and removed the robe from her shoulders. She smiled and shivered at his willingness to add a new and unplanned dimension to their sexual repertoire. The robe dropped to the floor and revealed the short baby doll nightgown. Les had a special weakness for baby doll nighties. The combination of implied innocence and naughty revelation made him weak at the knees.

Beverly was a lovely vision in pale blue. Her erect breasts pulled the fabric taut across her nipples. Each movement created a stimulating friction. As she watched Les's gaze focus on her breasts, Beverly arched her back and sent them closer toward his face. The motion caused the front of the baby doll to rise above the bikini panties. They were drenched from her excitement.

The visual treat and the damp evidence of her arousal notched Les's craving even higher. His right hand grazed her breast in tender strokes while his left cupped her butt and pulled her panties against his erection.

Beverly seemed to have other plans. "You relax. I'll take the lead." She reached out and turned off the light. Taking his hand, she led him to the bed in the darkness. She guided him to lie on his side facing the wall and moved in to spoon behind him. Reversing their position of several hours ago, Beverly draped her arm across his waist and fondled his chest through the silky fabric of the nightgown. Her face nuzzled into his neck and tickled his hair with light kisses. She pressed her damp panties firmly against the crack of his ass.

For the past hour, Les had been yo-yoing between intense arousal and fear-induced deflation. Large levels of hormones were still coursing through his body. As he relaxed into their lovemaking, those substances did their work and his entire body was aflame with passion and sensation. With his libido set to erupt, he knew it would be a short trip to climax. Every move within the satiny cocoon of the nightgown and panties brought him closer. He reached back, fingered the lace of Beverly's baby doll and gently massaged her hip and panty-clad ass. Les began a swaying motion with his butt that applied pleasurable pressure to her vagina. Beverly responded by moving to match him.

With their mounting arousal, the pace of their lovemaking increased. Beverly took control and moved her hand to his thigh and slowly pulled the hem of his nightie up his leg. The material moving across his skin and the anticipation of what was next built his excitement. When Beverly reached under the nightie and grabbed the inside of his bare thigh, Les inhaled sharply. His engorged penis began to pulse. He slid his hand from her hip to the front of her panties. Beverly kissed his neck in appreciation and worked her hard nipples erotically into his back.

The heat continued to rise and their touching became more frenzied. Beverly moved her hand from his thigh to rest on his penis. Les shifted position and raised his ass to allow the nightgown to be pulled up to his waist. She took advantage of the change to position her vagina against his hipbone and started a humping motion that applied heavenly pressure along the full, wet lips of her pussy.

Her fingers danced along the surface of his panties to massage the length of his shaft and his tightly encased balls. Les's body tensed and his breathing quickened. The concentration and mix of stimuli was overwhelming his senses. He bit his lower lip and focused on the building pleasure.

Beverly's fingers teased the sensitive area beneath the crown of his penis. The combination of her gyrating body pressed tight against him, her lusty smell in his nostrils and his cock being worked beyond endurance in the sexy panties were more than he could tolerate.

He said through clenched teeth, "Oh Beverly, now."

She knew what he wanted. Beverly reached inside the panties, enveloped his cock in her fingers and placed a finger on the tip of his penis. Using his precum as lubricant, she squeezed and pressed in quick pumps. Going beyond the routine, she licked the index finger of her other hand and placed it at the entrance to his anus. It rubbed there for a few seconds to relax him and then she pushed it inside. Once in, both hands moved in unison. Within seconds, his climax burst forth in shots. Les's body bucked against her hands. His mind whirled and lights flashed. His entire body stiffened as if electrified.

Beverly was thrilled she had manipulated his body to such a shattering climax. However, her desire didn't allow time to gloat. She wiped her hands on a tissue. While Les was lost in orgasmic reverie, Beverly rolled his willing body over and positioned his legs. She straddled them and aligned her vagina with his deflating penis. As their mutually soaked panties touched, she leaned forward and gave him a kiss. Immersed in passion and delight, Les gave the slightest response.

Beverly loved to be sitting on top of him and in control. She felt somehow wicked and strong. As Les lay spent and docile beneath her, she removed her panties. Then, she started to move her dripping pussy along his panties to feel his penis on her lips. The moisture enhanced the stimulation. She moved slowly at first to feel the full range of delightful friction. Beneath her, Les smiled but made only the barest of moves.

As hot and eager as she was, Beverly wanted to stretch this glorious sensation. Continuing the rocking motion, she moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed them tightly to double her pleasure. She closed her eyes, put her head back and breathed deeply through her mouth.

Watching this, Les began to recover. He moved his hands to her hips and rubbed slightly in time with her movements. His reservoir of desire seemed endless tonight. His penis made its fastest recovery ever and stiffened.

Without looking, Beverly's vagina could sense the change. She smiled and pressed down more firmly. He responded and grew to complete erection. Beverly dropped forward, dragged her rock hard nipples across the pink material covering his chest and gave him a butterfly kiss. His sex drenched mind reveled in the feel.

"Do you like this, dear?" she asked with her brown eyes smoldering with desire. He simply smiled and nodded. "Are you ready to help me come?" Beverly pressed on.

He nudged his erection against her and said, "Ready and willing."

She kissed him again and then reached into the drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out a black velvet bag and dumped its contents into her hands. It was a small, silicone double dildo. A recent gift from Melissa. At a thin five inches, she had called it a training cock.

Les' eyes widened. Before he could speak, Beverly put a finger on his lips and shook her head no to silence him. She had never been so aggressive and determined to be in charge of their lovemaking. It felt different. It felt good. Without a word, she expertly opened her swollen lips and pushed the knobbed end inside her. The lush moisture slurped as it slipped snuggly into place. The ribbed part of the shaft landed on her clitoris and would give intense sensation with every thrust.

Fascinated, his eyes were riveted on Beverly's erotic show. Les was disquieted at the implication, yet tantalized.

Noting his concern, but also his raging erection, Beverly soothed him. "It'll be fine, beautiful. You know I'd never hurt my pretty, pink lover." She signaled him to turn over and get up on his knees. He looked into her eyes for reassurance. She provided it with a blown kiss and a tender fondle of his balls.

He moved into position and she snuggled in behind him. Her hands played with the shiny material holding his cheeks. She eased the tip of the dildo so it barely touched the base of his balls. His face sideways on a pillow, Les involuntarily inhaled and tightened his sphincter.

To relax and divert him, Beverly palmed his penis and masturbated it gently. By leaning forward, the silicone penis rubbed along his balls and added stimulation. Getting into the fantasy, she cooed quietly, "That's a good girl, Lisa. You are so hot."

With his eyes closed, Les let the words and the sensation wash over him.

The exhilarating pressure on Beverly's clitoris precluded any more foreplay. She reached for some lubricant and applied it to the length of the dildo. Next, she pulled the dainty, floral panties down in back just enough to give her access.

She rested the tip of her penis at the entrance of his warm and inviting ass. Beverly placed her palms on the lace inserts covering his hips at the sides of his panties.

She toyed with him for a moment and then pressed her hips slowly forward. He gasped and gave a little jerk. Then his ass seemed to open and take her completely in. They were both surprised by how easy it went. Les moaned at the feeling of fullness. Beverly settled there for a second and then slowly rocked in and out. Each time she drilled in, her clitoris lit up with ecstasy. After the extended build up, it was the final thing she needed. She could sense her orgasm rising and was resolved to control these final actions. While Les passively accepted her control, she began to fuck him hard. She pumped. He moaned. If possible, her clitoris got larger and harder. It drove her even more.

Within a few strokes, Beverly felt her passion rise beyond control. Les started to squirm as his penis built to another orgasm. Beverly was at the edge. She pumped wildly and exploded in a deep animal spasm of delight. A cry of triumph and satisfaction that echoed down the hall burst from her lips. Her pussy was in full flow and the contractions sending shivers of joy through her body rocked the penis inside Les' tight ass. He clenched his hands and experienced a smaller, but satisfying orgasm.

Beverly lay forward on top of Les enjoying the buzz and listening to the racing beat of her heart. They were sweaty, exhausted and exhilarated. After a few minutes, she whispered in his ear, "You're the best, doll." She slipped out of him and they snuggled closely.

Lying next to him in a blissful, post-orgasmic glow, Beverly knew this had been the sexiest night of her life. She ran her hand over the pink nightgown still covering his chest. As she drifted into a deep and restful sleep, she dreamed of undiscovered pleasures yet to come.

With a raft of new sensations and three orgasms, Les knew this had been the sexiest night of his life. As he drifted into a deep and restful sleep, he dreamed that the next time he slept over there would be another fire alarm.

  

  

  

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