Jolly Hockey-sticks (Sheila)
Sheila was from Morpeth, and an avid hockey player. She was at university reading Pharmacy and was in a shared room on the top floor of the halls I was in. She shared a room with Jo, also reading pharmacy, who was a martial arts fanatic (not that that is relevant to this story).
Sheila was a really happy and ebullient character. She was quite comfortable hanging out with the hockey team, or the rugby team, and was able to sink a pint as fast as any bloke.
She stood about 5’8″, with curly black shoulder length hair, gorgeous brown eyes, full lips, and the most infectious laugh of anyone I’ve ever met.
Playing hockey on a weekly basis had left her toned and fit, with not an inch of fat on her 34-24-34 figure.
While she could be the life of the party, she suffered from a bit of home-sickness. Being all the way down south in Bath meant that she very rarely got to see her family, and, in the days before mobile phones, she found the absence really hard.
Still, she had a lot of friends, and was a caring and loyal individual.
She also had a “wicked” streak, as I was to find out.
In our halls of residence, we had been engaged in a long running water fight with the neighbouring block, meaning that the carpet of the corridor on the men’s floor (the ground one) was pretty much perpetually soaked. It didn’t help that the girls from the floors above loved to join in, and never seemed to really care if they soaked us or “the enemy”.
This one night, the battle had raged back and forth until about 1am before Campus Security came around and told us to stop, and to clear up, under threat of action from the Dean of Students on the Monday.
So, a few of us tried to soak up / mop up the water, and make a start on cleaning down, while the rest just decided that the issue could wait until the following morning.
I continued until about 2am until I too decided to wait until the following morning, and headed back to my room, which I shared with my roommate, Rich, a DBA student.
This night he was away, so I had the room to myself, I fell back onto the bed, knackered. I couldn’t even be bothered to undress. I just wanted to go to sleep.
I was just starting to drift off when there was a tapping at my door, followed by a stage-whispered “Adam?”
“Fuck,” I thought, “Rich is back, and has forgotten his key. Now I’ll be listening to Terence Trent D’arby until stupid’o’clock!”
Once again, the tap came, and the voice, “Adam, can I come in?”
That wasn’t Rich – it was a female voice.
I dragged myself off the bed, and opened the door.
It was Sheila, in a dressing gown, wearing slippers (which were now soaking from the wet carpet).
“Can I come in, please? Jo’s got Omar round, and I think they want privacy.”
This was an arrangement that we all indulged – if you wanted some alone time, and you had a shared room, you’d ask your roommate if they could let you have the room for the night. They’d then see if any of their friends could put them up on the floor overnight.
“Erm, ‘course you can,” I said, “but, you can have my bed, the floor’s a bit damp. Rich isn’t here, so I can sleep on top of his bed.”
“Thanks,” she said, “I’ll do the same for you next time.”
She came in, and stood next to my bed.
“Do you want an extra pillow?” I asked.
“Yes, please,” she said, and I got one from the top of the wardrobe that divided the room. When I turned back, she had removed her dressing gown, and was standing there in her pyjamas. A satin twin-set, with a blouse type top, and cami-style knickers. Not the most flattering, but nicer than some of the girly-girl stuff I’d seen others wear.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked.
“Of course not. Just try not to mind that my mattress is a bit hard. I have a board under it for my back.”
She sat down on the bed, and looked shocked as her spine compressed a bit – I don’t think she’d believed me about the hardness of the bed.
“Got anything to drink?” she asked.
I had some crates of French beer stacked at the end of my bed – everyone knew this, but I also had a couple of bottles of brandy in my wardrobe, plus two bottles of wine.
“If you really want, sure,” I said, “but you’ll have to use my tooth mug to drink from. I’m not going to the kitchen. The floor’s too wet.”
“Actually, you’re alright,” she said, “I had a few earlier, so I probably should go to sleep.”
“OK,” I said. “Do you want me to tuck you in?” I jokingly added.
“If you would be so kind, sir,” Sheila joked back, and I pulled back the covers on my bed for her.
She immediately climbed in, and pulled the covers up to her chin.
“Sleep well,” I said, and turned to go over to Rich’s bed.
“Erm, a goodnight kiss, please,” she said, grinning at me from the pillow.
“OK,” I said. I returned to her side, bent over, and went to place a kiss on her forehead. At the last second, she moved, and I kissed her full on the lips. I felt pornolar the tip of her tongue explore my lips before I pulled away.
What just happened?
“Mmm, best good-night kiss ever,” she said, and rolled over away from me.
“Right, erm, good night,” I said, grabbed a spare blanket, and went across the room to the other bed. I stripped to my boxers and climbed on top of it (I wasn’t going to get into his bed – that was a no-no), and pulled the blanket over me. I reached over, and flicked the light off.
“Night, Sheila,” I said. No answer. She’s already gone to sleep. Not surprising, it was late (well, early, really), and she’d had a “few” drinks earlier.
I pulled the blanket up to my chin, and drifted off to sleep.
I can’t have been asleep for longer than about half an hour, when I woke up. I was really cold. I don’t normally feel the cold, being from Yorkshire, but that night it was chilly. The blanket wasn’t thick enough, that was it.
I knew I had a spare towel on top of the chair next to my bed – I could use that as a comforter.
I carefully climbed out of the bed, and tiptoed over to my side of the room. I grabbed the towel, and turned to go back to Rich’s side of the room. As I did, I knocked my knee against the chair, and let out a gasp.
“Are you OK, Adam?” Sheila immediately asked. She can’t have been asleep, or, if she was, not very deeply.
“I was cold. Just came to get a towel to use as a spare blanket.” I answered.
“I’m cold, too.” She said, “I can’t sleep.”
“Do you want this towel on top of the bed?” I asked.
“I have a better idea,” she said, and I heard the rustling of the covers as she threw them back. “Come here and warm me up.”
“Are you joking?” I asked, a lump in my throat. I mean, I liked Sheila as a friend. She was one of the “gang”. I’d never thought of being properly close with her, never mind sharing a bed with her.
“No, I’m not,” she said, “we’re both cold, and neither of us can sleep if we’re cold. I’m in my pyjamas and you’re wearing… What are you wearing?” she asked.
“Erm, boxers,” I answered.
“Then, get in here, I’m getting colder with no covers on,” she now demanded.
I climbed into the bed, aware of how close I was to her now, and how little I was wearing. Inside my boxers, my cock twitched slightly.
“This bed isn’t really big enough for us to not touch,” Sheila said, matter-of-factly, so you might as well cuddle up to me. It’ll help to keep us warm.”
Saying that, she rolled away from me, and reached back for my arm, pulling me across to her, so we were now spooning. My hips pressed close to her backside.
My cock twitched again, a bit more this time, but she made no sign she’d noticed.
Immediately I began to feel a lot “hotter”.
“Are you warmer now?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said, “just right.” With that she snugged her backside against me, pushing against my rising erection, and sighed deeply. “Sleep well,” she said.
Not a chance now – nothing, not even a double-espresso, can wake you up as much as feeling a sexy lady press her ass against your cock when you’re separated from her by no more than two thin layers of cloth. No chance. No way.
I lay there turning the situation over in my mind. What did Sheila want? Was this planned? Was she really “cold”, or was it a ruse? The kiss had been unexpected, but it could have been an accident, couldn’t it?
As I lay there torn, she gripped my hand, and moved it up her body, under her pyjama top, and placed my hand on her breast.
Fuck!
She had planned this. She must have.
But that was all she did. Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed against me. I thought she was going to sleep.
I lay there again thinking on the situation when she suddenly stiffened, and, removing my hand from her breast, rolled back over to face me. In the dark I could feel her breath inches from my face. What did she want.
I opened my mouth to ask, but she immediately placed her mouth on mine. Her tongue dived inside my mouth, exploring, delving, tasting, and I responded in kind.
She grasped my hand again, and placed it on her breast again. “Play with me,” she said, and went back to kissing me.
I needed no more prompting, kneading her breast in my hand, and squeezing it through her top. I pinched her erect nipple, and she drew her breath I sharply. I drew back from the kiss, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said.
“Don’t be stupid,” she answered. “That didn’t hurt, or, at least, not in a bad way.” She reached for my nipple and pinched it. The pain was sharp but travelled all the way down to my cock. Oh, I’d forgotten about him. He was now fully awake, hard, and throbbing inside my boxers.
“See?” she said.
I leaned back in, and went to kiss her again.
“Wait a minute,” she said, and sat up in the bed. There was a rustling sound, and she lay back down. She’d taken off her top. She was entirely naked down to her waist next to xhamster me.
Wow!
“Where were we?” she said, and grabbed my hand, placing it on her breast again.
I began to massage it in earnest now, kneading it in my hand, rolling and pinching the nipple, drawing a gasp each time from her as we kissed again and again.
She gripped my hand again and moved it to her other breast. “She’s getting jealous,” she said.
Now I slipped my other hand under her back, pulling her towards me as we kissed. In this position my cock was pressed against her thigh through my boxers, and I could feel her pushing back against it.
I decided to see if she’d let me touch her. I slid my hand slowly down her front towards the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. She didn’t resist, and I slipped one finger underneath, making circling motions around the top of the hairs I could feel there.
She suddenly stopped kissing me, and reached down to my hand. “Damn,” I thought, “I went too far.”
Instead, she pushed my hand down the outside of her pyjama bottoms, and down to the side of the leg. “It’s easier this way, there’s more space,” she whispered, as she guided my hand under the leg of her cami-knickers and into the gap between her legs.
Immediately I became aware of how hot and wet she was down there! She had a fair amount of hair, but her pussy lips were engorged and wide apart. She pushed my hand further down, and guided my finger to the soaking wet entrance to her cunt.
“Go on,” she whispered, and resumed kissing me.
I slid my fingers between her lips, and felt for her clit. Fuck me, she was soaking! I found her clit, and began a gentle circular motion around the tip. I pressed my finger now into the folded hood hiding it, and was rewarded by Sheila clasping her thighs together and bearing down on my hand. OK, so she liked that.
After a few seconds she relaxed enough that I could continue my exploration. Finding the entrance to her vagina, I slid my middle finger in as far as I could. Again, she grasped my hand between her thighs, as she pushed her hips against me.
She relaxed again, and I hooked my middle finger in a “come hither” movement inside her. I could feel the tip of my finger scraping against some rougher bit of her vagina. She stopped kissing me, and froze.
I repeated the motion.
She shuddered and began to pant.
“Again,” she gasped.
I began moving my finger against the inner wall of her cunt, pressing a bit harder each time, getting faster and faster in time with her breathing. Her head was thrown back against the pillow now, and her hands were playing with her own breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, “fucking don’t stop!”
I leant forward and kissed her just as she stifled a scream, and came on my hand, clamping it between her thighs, and pouring her juices all over my palm.
She held my hand like that for what felt like ages, before relaxing, and releasing me.
It was no use, I needed to see her properly, the light coming in through the curtains just wasn’t enough. I reached behind me and switched on the bedside lamp.
She was a mess. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and neck. Her breasts were red and looked like they were blushing. She was panting, but a smile spread across her face as she looked at me.
“I’m not cold now,” she said.
I slid my hand out from her pyjamas, and gripped the side of them to slide them down her legs. She grasped my hand and stopped me.
“I’ve not done that yet,” she said. Did I understand right? Was she saying she was a virgin?
“Trust me,” I said, and resumed removing her bottoms. She relaxed a bit, and then released my hand as she realised that I was moving down her body as I did so.
I kissed her neck, then her breasts, one by one, drawing each nipple into my mouth, nibbling them, biting gently, eliciting a gasp from her each time I did, and causing her to grasp the back of my head.
She held onto my hair as I moved lower, pushing the covers off the bed. The room reeked of sex, and I knew I had to taste where that smell was coming from.
As I kissed lower, now her belly button, now lower through the bush of hair above her sex, I reached down with my finger and played gently with her clit.
She now relaxed her legs entirely, opening herself completely to my exploring tongue, as I delved lower, and ran it along her pussy lips from clit to cunt in one motion, and back again. She gasped and gripped my head.
I slid further down the bed, I was now pretty much kneeling on the floor, and lifted her legs up so they were over my shoulders. I now had unrestricted access to lick her, to finger her, to make her mine.
Again, I swooped my tongue from front to back, from back to front, along her lips, between her lips, thrusting the tip into her hole, trying to get every drop of her juice into my mouth, trying to find what made her twitch, what made her moan, what made her cum.
She held onto japon porno my head as I did this, trying to guide me to the spots that needed attention. Soon she was gasping and writhing under my mouth, and I began focus on her clit.
I licked around the hood, and pushed it back with the tip of my tongue. She drew a breath, and clenched her thighs around my head.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and nibbled on it in the same way that I had bitten her nipples.
She gripped my head tighter and tried to push one hand between my mouth and her pussy. I pushed it away and redoubled my efforts.
Now I pressed the tip of my nose against her clit, and pushed my tongue into her vagina as far as I could. It wasn’t far enough, but I could get my finger in there too, I was sure.
I adjusted my position a bit, and managed to push two fingers straight up her. She cried out, and squeezed my head tighter. “Damn, I think I’m going to pass out,” I thought, “I can’t breathe.” But I pushed on with my fingers and tongue trying to get her to cum again.
Just as I felt sure I would pass out, and idea sprang into my mind. With my other hand I reached up and felt for her ass. It was covered in her juices and my saliva, and opened at my touch. I buried my finger up to the first knuckle in her ass, and she immediately came, mewling and crying like a banshee as her cunt gripped my fingers and her ass did the same to my other ones. Juices poured from her as she panted her way through wave after wave of orgasm.
After what felt like hours she relaxed against me, and I could finally get some much-needed air.
She lay back on the bed, legs akimbo, fully spent. A smile spread across her face as she looked at me. “What now?” she mouthed?
I knew that I had to do something about the raging erection I had. It was straining against my boxers, and I had already created a patch of pre-cum on the front. Staring straight into her eyes, I reached down and freed my cock from my boxers. I pushed them down, and knelt at the end of the bed, my cock jutting out from my belly. I’m not long, but I make up for it with girth. I saw her looking down at me. What she did next would set the stage for how we were to proceed.
She reached down with both hands to my hips, and began to pull me forward to her. My cock was moving closer to her pussy, and she never once broke eye contact with me.
As the tip of my penis met her pussy lips, feeling the wetness and heat there, she just said, “I may be many things, but I’m not on the pill. Please don’t cum inside me.”
I knew I should stop and get a condom, but she was still pulling me towards her.
Now she reached down and guided the head of my penis into her opening. She stopped moving and stared right into my heart.
“Don’t cum in me, OK?” she said again.
“I promise,” I said, and, moving my weight forward, I slid my cock into her waiting pussy in one movement.
She gasped, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
I’d never been in a pussy so wet or hot as this. It felt like my cock was in a warm bath.
Slowly I pulled my cock back out so that only the tip remained inside Sheila, and then pushed forward again.
Now she opened her eyes and locked her gaze on mine.
I repeated the move, and she responded, pushing up against me, meeting my thrust with one of hers.
We setup a rhythm like this, getting faster and harder with each stroke. All I could concentrate on was that I wanted her to cum again, I wanted to cum as well, but I couldn’t cum insider her. I’d promised.
Carefully shifting my weight to my left arm, I reached down with my right hand, and found her clit.
As I pushed into her, I pulled and rubbed it first one way, then the other, drawing circles with my finger over her tip, pressing into her mound first hard, now soft.
She responded, increasing her thrusting up towards me. A red blush was spreading from her neck down across her breasts and towards her stomach. She reached behind me with one hand and grabbed my ass, pulling me in tighter to her. With her other hand she reached up and pinched at her nipples, pulling and tugging at them frantically.
“I’m close to cumming,” I said.
“Me too,” she responded, “don’t you stop!”
I renewed my effort rubbing her clit, and felt her orgasm begin inside her, as the walls of her pussy contracted around my cock, making it harder to push into her, but making the sensations much stronger as her tightening muscles rubbed the head of my penis.
I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer, and, just when I thought I would cum, she went rigid against me and began to shudder. I stopped moving entirely, feeling the waves of her orgasm rush through her hips and legs, centring in her cunt, gripping my cock, and relaxing again. Once, twice, three times, and I realised that I was about to cum as well.
I hastily pulled myself out from her gaping pussy, and pressed the shaft of my cock against her clit. I pressed my stomach against it, and thrust into this makeshift pussy. Not as good as the real thing, but I didn’t need it to be. I just needed somewhere to cum that wasn’t actually in her.
I looked down at her face, she was looking askance at me. “Did you cum yet?” sha asked. I knew what she meant – had I cum in her.