Chapter 41: Sleep Over

Olivia’s tiny hand was clasped in mine as we reached the elevator. It was beginning to storm outside, but thankfully we made it to the dorm before the rain really started to come down.

I automatically hit the button for my floor, not thinking entirely. Olivia had asked to spend the night in my room, and I was so floored I wasn’t even thinking she might need something.

She leaned against me, smiling to herself and playing lightly with my fingers.

I placed my hand on her hip, simply to touch her a little more.

“Oh, do you need to stop at your dorm?” I asked nervously.

Olivia shook her head. “I don’t see a reason to.” She pursed her lips.

“Well, I was thinking maybe if you wanted to stop for pajamas or something…” I stuttered awkwardly.

She leaned against my chest, taking my other hand and interlacing out fingers on that hand as well. She leaned her back against my chest and stuck her hips out. I rested my chin on her shoulder.

“Hmm… well, I don’t think I’m going to really need pajamas…” She cooed. I could see her grin in the reflection of the metal doors.

I swallowed thickly. I was nervous. This was new to me too. I’d had sex plenty of times; but never the same girl twice; or at least not on purpose.

This made me increasingly nervous. What if I couldn’t be as good the second time around?

Granted she had nothing really to compare it to, but I still didn’t want this to be disastrous.

The doors opened and Olivia released one of my hands, and I followed her out of the elevator. I swiped my card to let us onto the floor, unable to comprehend how much my hands were sweating.

I walked next to Olivia down the hall and let her into our dorm.

The lights were off, except for the kitchen light which Thomas and I usually left on so neither of us tripped over a pile of crap on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

“Is Thomas here?” She whispered to me.

“Yeah, he’s asleep. It’s the only time he ever closes his door.” I answered.

Before I could even kick off my shoes, Olivia was tugging on my hand, pulling me toward my bedroom. I grinned. “Eager are we?”

“A little…” She whispered to me, pulling me closer to her as she backed into my room.

My lips met hers and I instantly forgot all of the nervousness I’d been feeling. My mouth devoured hers, and she moaned the second I made an attempt to stick my tongue down her throat. I simultaneously kicked my door shut and backed her roughly against my desk.

She gasped sharply. I lifted her up onto the desk and fought my way between her thighs. She couldn’t get her legs around me with her dress on and I was very soon going to remedy that. I yanked at her pink cardigan and got it off her, draping it to the floor. She yanked off my shirts in one mess of flannel fabric, her hands exploring my chest and shoulders.

I kissed her throat, testing to find the sensitive areas I’d found a week ago.

She sighed and tilted her head to give me better access.

My hands roamed her back eagerly, pressing into the flesh at her hips to pull her closer.
My lips found hers again and I kissed her, deeper than I had ever before. I was craving her deeper than I ever thought possible. Her fingers moved into my hair, tugging lightly at it as she wrenched it free from the elastic band.

She made an unusual sound against my mouth, it was half sigh and half moan, and it was entirely delicious.

She slipped toward me, sliding down between me and the desk until her feet reached the floor.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.

“Wait, wait.” She whispered against my lips. “Can I get more comfortable first?”

I nodded.

My mind raced. Did she have more sexy lingerie for me? If we hadn’t made a trip to her dorm did this mean she’d been wearing it all night beneath her dress? Or was she carrying it with her in her purse? Either option was incredibly hot to me.

I plopped down on the edge of my bed; she reached behind her and pulled at the zipper of her dress. It fluttered to the floor in a heap at her feet.

My jaw instantly hit the floor, and words flooded out of my mouth before I could even think them. I groaned.

Olivia stood before me in a lacy, strapless bra in pristine white. She was wearing matching panties; both were almost entirely see-through. There was something so sexy and innocent about the ensemble; it was driving me wild just thinking about it. She looked perfect and angelic in crisp white.

I groaned. “Oh, god.”

She smiled faintly, moving toward me.

Suddenly I was carrying a massive hard on for her, and if I didn’t slow down now things were not going to go as planned.

She climbed over me, straddling my lap, I kissed her slowly, torturously so. She moaned and turned her head to the side, arching her breasts into my view.

I couldn’t help it. My hands reached out and cupped them both, pushing them into perfect cleavage. I nestled kisses along the soft skin, taking large mouthfuls.

“Oh, yes.” She whispered. “Oh, god, I love it when you…” She panted.

She was grinding herself against my painful erection, no doubt that the zipper of my jeans felt good against her arousal.

My thumbs toyed with her nipples, as I raked my tongue along her flesh.

Her breasts were perfect; no wonder why I couldn’t stop looking at them. They were the perfect size and shape.

She arched her back, and reached behind her for the clasp on her bra. I found it first and released it, dropping the lacy fabric to the floor.

Before I could return my attention to her chest again, she kissed me deeply, edging me back until I was lying down and gazing up at her.

She ran her fingers lightly down my chest. “I… I’m sorry… I’m no good at being sexy.” She admitted, blushing lightly.

“Are you kidding, you’re amazing at it!”

She smiled briefly and her fingers were shaking as she fumbled with my belt and jeans. I let her take her time with this, secretly enjoying the view.

I sat up suddenly and caught her face between my hands, kissing her deeply.

She moaned softly against my mouth. I carefully rolled her onto her back, pressing against her. Her thigh hitched around my hip and tightened around me.

She helped me kick my jeans off, which was easy since they were about two sizes too big for me. I was now in a pair of flannel boxers and she was in a pair of skimpy white panties.

I carefully laid her head back against the pillows and stroked her hair. “Are you okay? You’re not tired or anything?”

She shook her head quickly, biting her lower lip. “Not at all.”

I smirked. “Me either.”

I reached into my nightstand and removed a condom, holding it up.

She studied my face for a moment. “Can I?” She asked shyly.

“Sure… if you want.” I added to make myself seem less eager. I rolled off her onto my back and tucked my hands beneath my head.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and seemed to take a deep, unsure breath.

“You don’t have to…” I started, though I secretly hoped she would.

“I can do it.” She insisted, though it seemed like she was trying to assure herself more than answer my question.

She slipped my boxers down and I lifted my hips to help her remove them. I kicked them off once they reached my knees.

She straddled my thighs and I really wished she wasn’t wearing the panties, even if they were incredibly hot. While she tore into the package, I ran my fingers along the lacy ass of her panties.

She got the package open with shaky fingers.

She withdrew the condom slowly and I watched her slowly unfurl it on my painful erection. Her soft, trembling fingers felt amazing, I hissed softly and she smiled lightly.

“That’s… that’s right?” She asked.

“Perfect.” I grinned.


I sat up and reached for her, practically tearing the flimsy panties with my thick fingers.

She climbed over my legs and positioned herself over me, anxiously.

I caught her hips and guided her into place; she smiled, and bit her lip to hide a huge grin.

I chuckled. “Like that?”

“Oh, yeah.” She whimpered.

I chuckled, sitting up fully, crossing my legs Indian style beneath her.

I leaned forward to kiss her. “Wrap your legs around me, tight.” I murmured against her lips.

She did so and sighed softly. “Oh…” She breathed suddenly.

“Feel good?” I grinned, lightly stroking her hip.

“Too good.” She frowned.

“Is it too… deep? Uncomfortable, I mean?” I worried.

She shook her head. “No, perfect.” She sighed.

I carefully rocked into her. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers were in my hair and she gave a tentative push against me.

She sighed and tossed her head back.

I groaned softly at the view. I let her control the movements and I leaned forward, kissing along her chest. She whimpered, her breathing speeding up. I clamped my mouth around her sweet, pert nipple, suckling at it as I lightly palmed the flesh in my hand.

She whimpered uncontrollably, struggling to keep up the movements; the gentle thrusts she was allowing herself to take.

Her eyelids were heavy with desire and her hips rolled sexily against mine. A huge part of me wanted to flip her onto her back and fuck her until she couldn’t walk; but I knew I could never be so rough. And she was definitely enjoying this.

I gripped her hips tightly, letting my hands wander her lower back, inching myself into her deeper, I pushed up into her and she gasped sharply, her head rolling back. “Oh, Isaac… I can’t!” She mumbled.

“You can baby, just keep it up.”

“Ungh… it feels so… so good…” She panted.

“I know.” I grunted. I continued thrusting up into her as she rolled her hips in delicious, bucking thrusts.

My mouth closed around her nipple again and my hand slid down between her legs to stimulate her clit.

She gasped. “Isaac!”

Before long, I could feel her body trembling with more force than before. Her arms tightened around my neck and she buried her lips into my shoulder, to stifle the screams and raucous moans of her impending release.

I kept one hand on her hip, squeezing tight enough to leave a bruise, while my other hand buried in her hair. A few more short thrusts and I followed her release with my own incredible one. I groaned loudly into the soft flesh of her shoulder, muttering a few explititive

She collapsed against my chest, panting hard.

“Are you okay?” I asked, stroking her hair back from her forehead and lightly kissing her.

She nodded, giggling softly. “Incredibly. I feel like my whole body has fallen asleep and is tingly…”

“Hmm…” I mused, kissing her again as I stroked her arm lightly. “But otherwise okay?”

“Otherwise perfect.” She grinned. “Beyond perfect.”

I lay back against the bed with my arms around her, sighing softly. I kissed her hair.

“I think you’ve actually exhausted me.” She breathed. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“No, not at all.” I answered. I pulled the blankets over us both. “Lets both get some sleep, okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “Good night.”

“Good night, sleep well.” I breathed. I clicked off the light on the nightstand, plunging the room into darkness.

Within moments, Olivia was asleep.

I listened to her soft, steady breathing, and enjoyed the soft smooth expanse of skin against my body.

This was a new experience for me as well. I’d never actually slept with a girl before. Usually after sex we both went our separate ways, but here was a girl who trusted me enough to sleep naked next to me.