The phone in Brian’s dorm room rang three times before he picked it up.
“Hello? Oh yeah, hi, Mitch, sure. Okay, give me fifteen ok? Yeah, yeah I’ll meet ya there.”
After hanging up, Brian vaulted over his bed, scanning his tiny dorm room. It had been a dog’s age since he had played tennis, let alone seen Mitch.
“Now, where’s that fucking racket?” he asked the room, till searching it with his eyes.
“Closet?” Brian asked himself, his eyes finally coming to the closet he shared with his roommate Charlie at the side of the closed door.
“Shit,” he said stepping up and opening the door. With it’s light burned out (did it even work, Brian wondered) and all the stuff he and Charlie had managed to pack on the hanger, but mostly floor of the cramped space, Brian got on his knees for what he knew be a long uncomfortable search.
Working to removing armfuls of junk, about two minutes in and quite a few inches forward Brian noticed a sliver of light coming in from right over his head, through the back wall of the closet. Closing the door behind him, he peered into the slit and saw perfectly into the adjoining room right next to his. It was the women’s shower.
When Brian and Charlie had first acquired this room they thought their libido prayers had been answered. But far from catching dewy bouncy breasts or little wet hairy pussies flittering by the boys got nothing other then women in their robes, hair under towels and curt smiles and helloes. If anything being this close to the boys’ room, the girls were even more cautious.
Figuring he was owed at least this requisite peak, Brian adjusted his eye at a right angle, spying the lower part of the eastern corner of the dripping white communal stall.
For the moment no one was in the room, so just about as Brian was retrieving his racket a tall lean red head he knew as Carlee came bouncing into the room, naked holding a bar of soap in her hand.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Brian stammered watching the woman begin to shower.
“Weren’t we supposed to do tennis that day?” Mitch asked as he and Brian and two of their other friends sat in the campus Rathskeller chugging back beers and pizza.
“Yeah, where you been bro?” Steve asked. “I mean, I see you in class and shit, but…”
“You know, hittin’ the books,” Brian deflected and gulped the rest of his brew.
He was in his closet that night-having had to skip a day because Charlie was around-sitting cross-legged with his eye pushed up to the spot in the wall. As he had learned, Tuesday nights were the best ‘viewing night’, when at least five girls made it into the shower together…five very hot girls.
There was Jen, a tall blonde with enormous cans, a very conservative shy girl when he caught her in the hallways but with a sparkle in her blue eyes that really shown when she stood under a hot spray and tickled her big boobs and her ass quivered as she touched herself and though of God-knew-what; Becky a spirited red head with pointy tits and a shaved pussy who spent an inordinate amount of time helping Jen 2 (as Brian called the petite black girl) soap her back. It was simply accepted by the girls (and by Brian, he was that kind of a guy) that Becky and Jen2 were lovers, though they kept their groping to a minimum, or discreet enough that only Brian caught the little tickles or rubbing; there was Carlee, the red head he had watched the first day, who not only showered for him that first day but had masturbated with her whole hand literally up her wide pussy as she moaned and shook…Carlee had a magnificent ass; and then lastly Wendy a tall intimidating Amazon-of-a-black-chick supporting what had to be 36 D’s, a firm stomach and a shaved pussy Brian caught sight of more often the not cause it was slightly pinker then the rest of the girls and the way Wendy’s powerful legs were her vagina sat high and slightly open when she showered facing him.
Each time he peaked, as he was right then, Brian took his pounding cock in hand, picked one girl out of the group to jerk off to, and watched her exclusively for the time it took for him to shoot his stream of hot cum into the tissues he balanced in his lap.
Rubbing his seven inches to its fullest extension the girls frolicked, splashed, gossiped and soaped, unaware of how much they were continuing Brian’s college education.
