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Note: this story chronologically follows my other 3 stories: Halloween Fun, Halloween Fun 2, and Good-bye Banana Split. This story takes place when Rob goes to visit Marie at college.

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It has been about 6 months since I left the security of my hometown to come to the college I’m now at. I get along with my roommate, Tina, very well. She reminds me of Jessi back home. However, she is a much-easier-to-manage-Jessi and I am able to put up with her. All in all, she’s a nice person. Although over the last few weeks, I haven’t really been able to see much of her. You can take one wild guess why. . . Andy has taken her to Florida for Christmas break. Even my parents aren’t home. For the 7th consecutive year in a row, they’ve gone to Cancun, Mexico, where they will spend the rest of their Christmas vacation. Me? I’m just stuck in my stuffy dorm room. . . with no one to talk to. As if you haven’t guessed it, I stayed at college over Christmas break. Today is the last day of break, and classes start up tomorrow. Christmas break was fun. I only felt lonely the first week, but. . .

It’s not like I was alone. There were plenty of people who had also stayed at college through the break. Everyone else was going to visit their parents, or their parents were coming to visit them. Everyone’s parents, that is, except mine. My Christmas break had started on a Friday night, and my parent’s flight to Cancun left the following morning at 6 a.m. They didn’t have time to drive 4 hours here and 4 hours back. So I was left alone, visitor-less in my dorm. Not that I really cared, I had a TV and a stereo that I’d brought from home. I wasn’t going to die of boredom. But I did want to see my friends and boyfriend. I wanted to see some of the people (who were a grade behind me) who I’d left in my hometown. And that HAD been the plan, until my parents informed me (last minute) that they were going to Cancun. They always put their plans before mine, so off they went.

I knew that I wasn’t going to get to see my friends or boyfriend until spring break. That being another 4 months away, I didn’t see any point in sitting there and moping about it. Before Tina (my roommate) had left, she had hung mistletoe from the ceiling fan, which hung right over my bed. I remember her joking about how it would be a miracle if the mistletoe was ever put to use.

Out of the 3 weeks we had off, I spent the first week e-mailing all my friends. None of them were actually online, because it was the holiday season, but I still sent them little updates on how my life was going. And I listened to music. With my luck, I had been put on a floor where the girls all seemed to like the same music—> soft rock and pop. Each night, we got together to listen to music. I listened to all the sappy love songs on the radio each night, hearing “I’ll be home for Christmas” more than I ever had before. I was one of those people who listened to the radio so much, if a song came on, 9 out of 10 times I could have told you what it was called and who it was by.

So we’d get together and listen to music every night. On Friday night of the first week, I walked into the lounge area, to hear a Richard Marx CD being played at top volume. However, with the stereo it was playing on, it wasn’t that loud; they usually used my stereo when they played music. Everyone still at the college was singing aloud to the music: “Oh can’t you see it baby. . .you’ve got me going crazy. . .wherever you go. . .whatever you do. . .I will be right here waiting for you. . . whatever it takes or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you. . . I wonder how we can survive this romance. . . but in the end, if I’m with you I’ll take the chance…”

I walked in and sat down on a couch next to a girl I knew who was nicknamed B.J. She had definitely earned her nickname, as we all had found out one night in October when we walked into the lounge. That had been an interesting night.

When I sat down next to her, I noticed that she was not singing along with the rest.

“And they told me that I was pathetic when I was listening to Spin…” I said.

“The Darren Hayes’ CD?”

“Yeah. . . it just happened that I was listening to that one song, “I Miss You” when they walked in. I guess they thought I was depressed, so they changed it to “Dirty,” said I should cheer up, and left.”

“Well, hey, we’re all in the same boat here, just WAITING for someone we know to show up. I think that’s why “Right Here Waiting” has been playing on repeat for the last hour.”

“Is anyone coming to see you?”

“No, not even my boyfriend is coming. He went home to see his ‘rents. So he won’t be coming or cumming. . . either way. You know what I taksim escort mean.”

She had asked me, because (think about it) when that line is said, those two words sound no different. But yeah, I knew what she meant.

“What about your boyfriend?” she asked me, “Has he ever visited?”

“Not yet. . . his parents don’t like the fact that I’m older than him, so I’ll probably see him, at the earliest, at spring break.”

“Do you guys call or e-mail each other? I guess I’ve never heard you talk much about him. . .”

“We started out calling each other, but I can only afford so many calling cards, and it is long distance. He has e-mail, but he rarely checks it. So we just IM each other. . . I wish he could have come down for break. . .”

“Well, you never know. . . hey, why don’t I call him and invite him down for you?” I can even pay for gas or the plane ticket or whatever. . .”

B.J. was filthy rich. I had no doubts on how she came to be that way.

“No, his parents probably wouldn’t let him come, anyway.”

“Ok, fine. Hey, do you have Rick’s number?”

“Yeah, why?” Rick was a guy who was in one of my classes. He was nice enough, but he had an everlasting desire to have sex with me. It was NOT going to happen. And I had about 3,390,639,470 slips of paper with his phone number around my room because he always managed to sneak one of them into my bag. To get him to stop giving me his number, I finally wrote it down in my little phone number book and (found and) pitched all the 3,390,639,470 other copies of it. Then he finally stopped giving me the little slips of paper. But he still bugged me.

“I told you how I had that engineering project I have to work on, right?”

“Yeah, I think you pretty much told the whole dorm. . .”

“Right, well, he’s my partner, and I seem to have lost his number. And I need to work on the project over Christmas break.”

I handed her the key to my room. “My phone book’s on the desk.”

She took the key and was gone. Now it seemed to me that she had been gone an awfully long time, when she finally returned, an hour later.

“Did you call Rick?”

“Yeah, I made my calls. . .”

“‘Calls’ as in with an ‘s’? Who else did you call?” I asked incredulously.

“Your boyfriend. . . but he said he can’t come. His parents won’t let him leave the house,” I should have realized that she wanted to see my phone book for another reason than to find Rick’s number.

“Well to start off with, my Christmas present to you will be not killing you for calling him. . . and I hate to say it, but I told you so.”

She just grinned a devilish grin as I laid down on the couch. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” she paused. “I’m gonna go to my room and rest.”

Most of the weekend was pretty dull. And then came Sunday night. It was about midnight when I finally stepped out of the shower and headed towards my room. It hadn’t been a minute after I turned off my light that someone started to knock on my door. I figured they’d go away if I didn’t answer, but they incessantly kept knocking. So I got out of bed to answer the door. Before I could get there, the door was opened right in front of me. A Chinese girl stood there, holding the spare key to my room.

“There’s a guy downstairs for you. . . he said he thought you might want to see him.”

“What did he look like?”

“Tall, around 6′ maybe…brown hair, brown eyes. . . I think I’ve seen him on this campus before. . .but maybe not. . .”

The first person who I thought of that looked like that was Rick. “Ok, thanks.”

“Oh, one more thing. Can I borrow your picture album? We’re talking about boyfriends in the lounge, and one of the girls seems to think yours is hot. We need to verify it.”

I gave her my picture album and she left. I closed the door. I didn’t want to think about Rick, and I was positive that it was him, waiting downstairs to see me. Well, he would be waiting all night, because there was no way in Hell that I wanted to see him.

I had totally forgotten about the other key. College policy was that if you left the college to go on break, you had to leave your room key with the Floor Monitor so that in case your roommate (who was still at the college) got locked out, they would still be able to get back in. I almost wanted to get up and tell the girl that I wanted the other key, so no one else could come up, but as I started to drift off to sleep, I forgot about it.

I couldn’t have been asleep for 20 minutes when I thought I heard the door open. I wasn’t sure if I was awake or dreaming, so I let it be and turned over. I remembered that my roommate said that she topkapı escort might be gone all 3 weeks, or she might come back after the first week. Figuring it was her, I started to fall into a deep sleep. I could have sworn that I felt someone sit down on the end of my bed, but again, I brushed it off, telling myself that it was Tina.

The next morning, I learned why the girl had really wanted the photo album. I woke up around 10 a.m. and was surprised to open my eyes and see someone laying in front of me in bed. That caused me to jump about 10 feet in the air.

“Easy, cool it, he came in late last night. The picture you gave us was really helpful. . .” the Chinese girl was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room.

I sighed as I looked over at Rob. He appeared to be sleeping peacefully.

“You guys slept like babies last night. . .” she said before she left.

I could hear music playing down the hall. Someone turned on their stereo in the next room and as “Celebration” came blaring out of it, Rob woke up. “Hey.”


“You know, your friend should find a career in persuasion. . .” Rob mused.

“Really. . . which friend and why?”

“B.J. . . she seemed to have no problem convincing my parents that she was a college representative and wanted me to come down and see the college. . .”

I laughed, “That sounds like her. . .except she said you weren’t coming.”

“Well, she didn’t want you staying wide awake waiting for me. I wasn’t sure what day I’d get here.”

“It’s nice to see you. . .”

“Same here.”

He then sat up in bed and leaned over to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. The whole situation quickly turned more intense, as he reached one hand down to my ass and the other down to cup my breast. It was all going wonderfully peachy keen until the door burst open.

“Hey, you two lovebirds, time for breakfast!” It was B.J., seeming very pleased that everything had gone well so far. “Or wait. . . Marie, you haven’t already HAD breakfast, have you?” she asked, looking over at Rob.

I just sighed and shook my head.

She somehow managed to get us out of bed for long enough to get a meal in us. Immediately after that we were back in my room to catch up on things. Little did I know what had been placed in my room while I was not there.

Upon returning to the room, we sat and talked about our lives, who was going out with who, and every little detail of the other’s life that we cared to know about. After grilling each other for hours, we practically started right from where we left off.

“Now where were we?” I asked, right before I kissed Rob.

“Right about here,” he said as he leaned into the kiss. Our kisses quickly turned into something more as we started playing tonsil hockey and our breathing speeded up. For a while, we just made out, to get ourselves reacquainted with each other. But then it wasn’t long before our hands started to roam freely over each other’s bodies. I lowered my hands down his back until I reached his ass and gave it a playful squeeze. His hands were not idle, either. He had one of them stroking my pussy through the thin fabric of my jeans, and the other was massaging one of my breasts. I felt my nipple get hard as he played with it through the fabric of my shirt.

By that time, my hands had snaked around the front of his body and were softly kneading the hard flesh of his manhood through his jeans. When I gave his cock a gentle squeeze, he closed his eyes and softly groaned.

“You know, I think we have too many clothes on. . .” Rob commented.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

I had opted to wear a long-sleeve button down flannel shirt that day. . . partially because the only time I’d been out of the dorm room was for breakfast, and that was just to another building on the campus.

“Lay back. . .” Rob requested, and I did so.

Once I had laid down on the bed, Rob started undoing the buttons on my shirt, one by one. He started kissing his way down my neck, and then kissed the piece of skin revealed each time a button was undone. He then reached for the clasp for my bra, which was in front. As he unsnapped it, my bra fell to the sides of my chest. Rob leaned down and softly sucked on each nipple, in turn, and then moved up to kiss me. As he did, he laid down on top of me, allowing me to feel his hard cock insistently pressing on my thigh. For a while, we just made out in that position.

The time came for other things, though, and he moved so that he was laying next to me on the bed. As we continued to explore each others mouths, he returned tesettürlü escort his hands to my breasts, expertly kneading them in his hands, and causing me to gasp. I didn’t allow my hands to be empty as I lowered them to the throbbing bulge in his pants. I gave it a light squeeze before I moved my hands to undo his fly. Once I had gotten it unzipped, I reached one of my hands into his briefs to gently massage his cock. I could feel that it was already starting to ooze pre-cum. Rob moaned as I ran my fingers over the head.

“Let me make that a little easier for you,” he said as he pulled his pants and briefs off.

He also pulled his shirt off, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes. He then proceeded to finish undressing me. It did not take long for him to get my jeans and panties off, which left us both bare to the bone. We again started making out. My hand stroked his cock as he buried two long fingers deep into my pussy. He fingered me like a pro, bringing me to an orgasm rather quickly. My orgasm hit me like wildfire. My pussy gripped his fingers and it felt like bolts of lightning were streaking through my body.

As my orgasm passed, I looked up at Rob. “Your turn,” I said, before lowering myself on the bed so that my face was even with his cock. With one hand, I gripped his cock at its base. Then I leaned in and lightly placed a kiss on the tip of it. I took the head into my mouth and lightly sucked on it, eliciting a moan from Rob. From then, I took his whole shaft into my mouth and started to give him the best bj of his life. I licked all around his cock, while I played with his balls with my hands. It took no time at all to make him putty in my hands. As I played with his balls, I could feel them tense up as he started to cum. Rivers of cum shot out of his cock and into my mouth. I greedily swallowed all of his cum down, not losing a drop. When he was done, I moved up on the bed and again laid down next to him.

We made out a little more and in no time flat, his cock was ready to go again. When he was ready, he moved on top of me, placing the head of his cock at the entrance of my womanhood. He slowly pushed his cock into me, allowing me to savor every moment. Once he had buried his cock to the hilt, he started to slowly thrust in and out of me. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts, making it very pleasurable for the both of us. It wasn’t long before we were both moaning and groaning out our mutual pleasure. We came together, my pussy firmly clenching down onto Rob’s cock, and milking the cum out of it. I could feel Rob’s cock throbbing as it emptied its cum into my pussy.

After our orgasms subsided, we laid there for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. We ended up falling asleep and when we woke up, it was already around 6 at night. Not long after we woke up, we heard a knock on the door.

“Time for dinner, guys! We’re going to that fancy place in the city and I’m paying! Come on!” B.J. shouted at the closed door.

We ended up dressing and going to dinner with the rest of the people in the dorm. When we eventually got back, we couldn’t figure out why everyone was being so friendly towards us. I could have sworn that we had everyone in the dorm asked us how our afternoon went. Later, I would find out why.

Later that night, I was trying to pull something off of a high shelf in my room, and I accidentally brushed my hand over some of Tina’s stuff. Noticing that I had knocked something down, I picked it up. To my great surprise, it was one of those wireless recording devices. My dad had one at home, so I knew how they worked. I could only hope that it was Tina’s. . . and not someone else’s.

Of course, my hoping proved itself to be wrong. I found that out one night when I had left my room to go to the bathroom. One of the other girls, not recognizing me, asked me if I wanted to go and watch some porn. Thinking “Oh, what the heck,” I got Rob up and we both followed the girl. As we walked into the lounge, the Chinese girl was placing a videotape in the VCR. When the video came up on the TV, there was no doubting who it was.

The Chinese girl saw me, and said a string of things in Chinese, probably cussing at us, and then (in English), said, “Wait, you two aren’t supposed to be here. . .” She looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Neither is that videotape. . .” I mused, going up to the VCR to eject the tape.

“You can take it, I don’t care. I have about 10 other copies of it floating around in some of the other girls’ rooms.”

I looked over at Rob, who had fallen silent.

“Oh!” grinned the Chinese girl, “Don’t look so grim. . . now you can tell Tina that her mistletoe got put to good use after all! Oh!! I almost forgot to tell you: I sent a copy to each of your parents, addressed from you, saying ‘Merry Christmas.’ I bet they’ll enjoy that gift! Rob, maybe next time, your parents won’t let you ‘cum and visit’ any colleges!”

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