Weekend at School Ch. 01

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Christina has an interesting weekend at school.
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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 07/15/2014
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This story was edited by Stephen7Redo. Who once again has done a fantastic job of bring the story together and helping with the flow and grammar.

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Christina plans on spending a quiet weekend in the dorms. She finds out that someone else has different plans for her.

I had been at school for almost two months when my roommate decided to go home for the weekend. She asked if I wanted to come with her, but I told her I had a lot of studying and laundry to catch up on. It was actually a quiet weekend in the dorms and on all the campus since the football team was playing an away game. Most of the student body had gone home for the weekend since it was the weekend before homecoming when everyone, including alumni, would be in town. I didn't feel like going home and just wanted to take it easy, and study of course.

As it turned out the weather outside was rather raw and unpleasant when I woke up on Saturday morning. I wanted to just stay in but was also very hungry. So I threw on some sweats and my NorthFace jacket and went over to the dining hall for some breakfast. I ended up having a nice chatty breakfast with two girls from one of my classes. Lots of gossipy girl talk while there were few other people around to hear us.

After that I went back to my dorm, got changed into my gym clothes and made the trek across campus to the fitness center to get in a work out. I pretty much had the place to myself so I didn't have to wait for the Stairmaster or any of the other machines I normally used. I worked out for about an hour and half, worked up a good sweat and a got a nice tingling tightness to my body. After a short rest, I walked back to my room through the dreary drizzle that had begun. I got back to my dorm about 10:45 and watched TV for maybe half an hour. I figured by then I should get started with my laundry, since I was wearing the only pair of panties that wasn't in the laundry basket. Of course, it wouldn't have been the first time I'd gone commando if I had had to. That thought for some reason put a wide grin on my face and sent a sweet tingle down to where the satiny crotch of my thong was rubbing my sex.

Maybe at this point I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Christina and I go to a college on the east coast. I am 5'6", weigh about 119lbs on my good days, and have brown hair and eyes. I am Hispanic with a nice olive complexion. I am also very blessed with a nice set of 36C breasts and a self-proclaimed great ass. See, I have worked hard to keep my body in great shape. I actually work out about 4 to 5 times a week to keep myself in toned condition I am. As for my college stats, I am a freshman, studying to be a nurse. I have a roommate named Jacqueline, who is nice and we have a lot in common. Besides being very pretty she also likes to work out, too, so we keep one another honest about not skipping the gym. I've gotten used to school and found a nice balance between working out, partying, and studying, although I haven't found time for that other pleasure of being a sexy coed, a boyfriend. Oh, don't get me wrong I have hooked up a few times, mostly at parties with guys, but all of them have been drunk. What sex I have had was okay, enough to keep me interested, but nothing to write home about.

So after hitching up my sweat pants I bent over and pulled the laundry basket out from under my bed. I grabbed the detergent and snatched up my room key before heading out the door and down to the basement where the laundry room is located. As I walked down the hall I heard music. As I got to the end of the hall I saw an open door. I looked in as I passed the room and saw a girl laying on her bed reading a notebook. She was a very cute girl, a long haired blonde. I'd seen her around the dorm a few times but didn't know her name. I slowed even more as I walked on by and thought about going back to introduce myself but figured she looked too into whatever she was reading and instead got a better grip on the laundry basket and made my way down to the basement. When I go to the musty dank room, I dumped out my basket of clothes onto the table and sorted my dirty laundry into darks and whites piles and then put the whites in first. Once that chore was done I turned and shoved the piles of darks into separate washing machines since there were so many of them. Once I got them going I noticed the only other washer being used had stopped. I decided to be nice and help out a fellow student and put the clothes in the dryer. When I opened the lid to the washer a quick look inside told me it was a fellow coed as it was full of underwear, bras and panties to be exact. As my hands reached in and tugged the tangled wet mess out I couldn't help but look more closely at them and saw they were all thongs and g-strings, like I wear. Most of the bras and thongs were from Victoria's Secret while a couple of the g-strings looked like they were from Fredericks of Hollywood, not that I was looking that closely. Whose ever they were certainly had good taste in lingerie. As I made the transfer from washer to dryer with another woman's intimates I could feel a familiar surge of tingles in my fingers as I touched the fine, dainty material, even if they were all wet and jumbled together. The tingle was familiar, but the source of that stimulation was not. I couldn't believe another girl's underwear was making me feel so, well, sexy.

I took a breath and threw the intimates in a dryer and set the cycle for delicate then headed back up to my room.

On the way back, I went past the room with the open door and the cute girl I had glimpsed. I passed by, slowing as I had before, but this time I got a cute smile from the cute girl which I more than willingly returned. But this time before I could walk all the way beyond her doorway she called out, "How's it going?"

I stopped and leaned back to peer through the open door.

"Not bad. and yourself?" I said to her as she sat there on her bed, her knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them and her notebook tucked between her thighs and her chest.

"I'm okay. It looks like we're the only ones in the dorm this weekend," she said then gave me that cute smile again only this time she nibbled on her lower lip a little as she appeared to give me the once over.

I felt a little self-conscious being I was dressed in my sloppy Saturday morning, lazy sweats, but I found myself edging through her doorway and leaning just inside. "Well, I think there's at least one other person in the building besides us. I was just down doing laundry and there were clothes in another washer." I said as that sensation of holding those intimate undergarments tingled though my fingers and up my arm.

"Oh that's my stuff. I forgot all about it. Was it done?" She asked somewhat excitedly as she sat bolt upright in bed.

For some reason that thought, of having just pawed this cute girl's bras and panties made something else down lower and deeper tingle even more. For a moment I know I lost my breath. I recovered quickly though and took a deep breath before uttering, "Uh, yeah it was done. I took the liberty of placing them in the dryer," I felt a warm sensation down deep thinking of those thongs and g-strings again while I stared wantonly at their cute owner. "I put it on the delicate setting, I hope that was alright."

Her eyes widened as that cute smile on her face only broadened, "Oh yes that's just fine. I usually let them fluff out a bit in the dryer and then bring them back up here and hang them all over the room to finish drying. My roommate hates it." At that I swear she looked me up and down again, while she nibbled on her lower lip.

I chuckled whether out of nervousness, relief this girl wasn't upset with me touching her underwear or knowing I did the same thing to my roommate. "Yeah, my roomie doesn't much like when I do that either. Good thing she's gone this weekend." I grinned a nervous grin back at her having divulged that innocent tidbit of information.

"You're a freshman, right?" She blurted out as she got up off of her bed and walked over to her desk where she put her notebook down.

"Yeah I am. Are you?"

"I'm a junior," she said as she picked up her bottle of water. "My name is Megan," she added as she moved towards me with her hand out.

I took it mine. "I'm Christina, nice to meet you," I said while feeling the nice smooth warmth of her skin as we shook hands.

It was a moment before I realized she was keeping a somewhat firm grip on my hand. What was one second rather pleasant was becoming weirdly awkward. I pulled my hand back and she finally let loose, but not before she trailed her index finger along my palm as she did. That simple gesture sent a sharp jolt of electricity right down to the core of my womanhood.

I gulped and took another deep breath. "Well I, I uh have to start studying," I said to her as I watched her giving me that up and down look once again.

"Sure, but let me know if you want to hang out later on. I can run out and get us some alcohol if you want," Megan said with that already familiar cute smile.

"Yeah, that would be cool," I said back with a catch of breath in my voice.

"Just stop by whenever, I won't be going anywhere, except to the laundry room. And by the way thinks again for taking care of my undies," she said and this time added a not so subtle wink to her cute smile.

"Yeah, sure, not a problem," I felt the fluster much deeper before it rose to my throat and impeded my speech. "I uh, will, I'll stop by later."

"I'm sure I'll see you walking by my door at least a couple more times as you go back and forth to the basement," again she eyed me up and down before she twisted the cap off her water bottle and tipped it up to take a drink.

It was only then that I saw how chesty the girl was. With her head tiled back gulping down that liquid her boobs pushed out under her t-shirt and her perked up nipples pushed even further on out. I backed out of her room trying not to stare and by the time she had brought the water bottle, her head and her eyes back down I was thankfully staring back at her face.

"Okay I'll talk to you later Megan," I said as I turned and walked out the door.

Megan's room was only five down from mine but that walk seemed like an eternity as so much flashed across my mind in those few steps, that cute smile of hers, that bountiful bosom and the poking nipples...not to mention the feeling of holding the very cute girl's sexy underwear in my hands. When I got back to my room I shut the door behind me quickly, leaned back against it and shut my eyes then took a huge cleansing breath. I somehow calmed myself for the most part.

When I reopened my eyes I caught sight of my books on my desk. That's what I needed right then, a very boring distraction. So I grabbed my textbooks a notebook and sat down on my bed. As I opened a book to the reading assignment for the upcoming week I flexed my legs which innocently stretched my underwear taut against my pussy. But it was all but innocent when I realized I was really wet down there. So wet feeling in fact I lifted my book to stare down at the crotch of my sweat pants to be sure I wasn't leaking through. Nope. No telltale wet spot, but it felt so very damp down there.

I put my book down and pulled out the waistband on my sweat pants.

Damn, but my thong was certainly wet!

It was then I remembered I hadn't taken care of myself in at least a couple of days and wondered if that was the reason my pussy was giving me the obvious notice of need. Whatever it was that need was turning desperate. So I took off my sweatshirt, pulled my t-shirt up and released my bra, which exposed my nipples that were standing up hard and pointed. Looking at them immediately had me flash back to the sight of Megan's nipples poking up through her t-shirt. That only made mine tingle so I started to rub them with my palms and as they hardened even more I laid back on the bed and spread my legs. My right hand moved down between my legs while my left continued to play with both erect nipples which were hard as pebbles by then, I was so turned on. I also started to rub my equally hard clit between my thumb and index finger while two other fingers twisted around and went lower into my wet pussy. I inhaled sharply, at the exquisite feeling and the realization that I was wetter than I thought. As I inserted them deeper the warm wetness enveloped them. I nibbled on my lower lips as my breathing increased. I kept my thumb on my clit and started to rub it faster as I curled the two fingers up to my g-spot and began rubbing earnestly on that.

At that point I flashed to a certain purple pair of panties I had seen and touched in that jumble of Megan's underwear. It was as if I could feel them in my hand as I felt myself get even wetter. I also astoundingly felt myself quickly approaching a sweet climax, a much needed orgasm. I rubbed my clit furiously as I thought longingly of those purple panties and then suddenly pictured Meagan wearing them and then seeing her with her hand down inside them rubbing herself off just as I was rubbing myself.

Then it hit me all at once.

I threw my head back on the pillow as I pinched my nipple and my clit at the same time and the most intense orgasm ever swept through my entire body. I tensed all over and released several times, letting out one guttural moan after another as my fingers kept up their wonderful work while at the same time I envisioned the long-haired blonde doing the same, cumming as she also rubbed her clit and g-spot.

I continued at this for almost a minute before I closed my eyes, breathing hard.

I must have passed out, for the next thing I knew I awoke with the fingers of one hand still in my pussy and the other partly in my mouth where I must have bit down on my fingers to keep from screaming out loud. I laid there for another moment feeling my heart racing, but my breathing having slowed, then I did what I've done ever since the first time I'd masturbated years ago, I pulled my cum covered fingers from my pussy and brought them up to my mouth and licked them clean. I so love the taste of my own cum juices and I have always licked my masturbating fingers off. I savored the taste as I always have until I knew they were good and clean then sat up and pulled my sweats back over my hips and pulled my shirt down. I more unconsciously decided not to put my bra back on. But it may also have been because I wasn't planning on going anywhere anyone would see me anyway. Through the window I had seen it was still dreary and drizzling. I also looked up at the clock on my desk and realized my wash should have long since been done.

I hopped out of bed and went back down to the basement.

When I got down there, I found Megan folding her laundry.

"How's it going?" she greeted me with that familiar question in a cheery voice and that newly familiar cute smile.

I know I blushed inside but hopefully not too noticeably outside as I thought of what I had done in between times seeing her. "Not bad, I was just studying and lost track of time. I came down to change over my laundry," as I turned to the washers I realized the lids were up on all three machines I had been using.

"Oh, I returned the favor and did it for you," she answered the look on my face. "I even spaced out your darks in three dryers since they were available and also was sure to put your intimates...," she seemed to draw out that last word and even paused before she went on, "...on the delicate cycle." She beamed that smile and oh, that wink again!

My breath left me and my heart leapt into my throat at the thought of her warm fingers and hands on my panties. I swallowed hard and looked back at her with a nervous smile. I also noticed Megan was folding her own panties and what a vast array of colors she had already stacked up. As she stared at me, her eyes doing that up and down again, I saw in her hands that pair of purple panties. Not only did my heart nearly leap out of my chest this time, but I felt a warm gush of moisture spill onto the already damp crotch of my own panties.

When I looked back into Megan's eyes I swear she knew what had just happened as she looked directly at me and smiled the broadest smile than ever.

She broke the silence. "Is it cold in here?"

"What?" I shook my brain clear of the earlier naughty thoughts and tried to comprehend her question.

"I don't think it's cold in here, but it must be to you,'" she said as she nodded downward in my direction.

I immediately looked down and to my horror I saw my nipples poking up proud and loud, hard as can be through my t-shirt. I nervously brought my arms up to my chest and awkwardly tried to cross them over the offending hard nubs.

"Oh! I uh, I'm sorry, I well, I decided to take off my bra and relax while studying and I guess they, uh, my nipples got hard from rubbing up against my shirt," I fibbed a ton in that one sentence.

"It's okay, I don't mind. Although they do look quite large," she said smiling back at me as she gently folded that sexy pair of purple panties.

I felt a serious warmth from head to toe at that very moment. Part of me wanted to run out the door and up to the safety of my room, but another part, the part that desired, no demanded attention again kept in place and even emboldened me.

"Yeah they can get pretty huge. They are very sensitive, not unlike yours I see," I said back to her as I nodded down to her own nipples standing up proudly. I blushed however, as I said it and even more so when she looked down at her chest and then back up with a smile and another subtle wink.

I blinked and glanced down to see she had finished folding all her underwear. "It looks like you haven't done laundry in a while either. I was down to nothing but what I have on," I said to her as I felt the warm dampness of my thong pressing sweetly into my pussy lips.

"Yeah I didn't have time to do it last weekend as I went to visit some friends," she said as she took the stacks of intimate apparel and placed them one by one into her backset. As I watched her put all of them in nearly filling it up I thought sure this girl must have robbed Victoria's Secret one night, because she had just about every color possible.

The emboldened me couldn't help but ask...

"Did you hit up a sale at Victoria's Secret recently?" I asked with a grin and a nibble of my lower lip myself this time.

"Actually, I used to work there, so I was able to get all this stuff at a big discount."

"Must be nice," I actually felt a bit jealous all of sudden.

"It has been one of the best jobs I have ever had and I might even go back to work there over winter break."

"Sounds like a pretty good place to work," I responded as I hopped up onto a washer nearest the folding table she was standing at.

"Yeah, it is. I really love helping women try on bras or find just the right outfit for a special evening, if you know what I mean," she said this with a smile again, but with a very overt wink this time.

I felt my pussy gush again and wondered if I could really be getting turned on by Megan or the thought of all that sexy underwear, or maybe even Megan helping me try on some of that underwear. I wanted to look down to see if this time I had indeed soaked through from my panties into my sweat pants. Showing off my hard nipples was one thing, but giving her an obvious glimpse of my arousal down there was beyond anything I was ready for.

My embarrassed self suddenly returned.

I decided I should go back up to my room before my pussy got any wetter.

"I think I better head back up and get some more studying in," I said to as I got down from the washer and tried to keep my legs together the best I could. "Oh and thanks for the hand with my laundry."

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