The week of finals, I received a phone call from Paul, my roommate for the past two years. What he told me put me in shock. I couldn’t believe it; I just couldn’t believe what he said. It seemed that Paul had gone away to a camp to act as a counselor and while he was there for the summer, he met another counselor, they fell madly in love and he was going to attend another college in another state; her college. “What about Pam”, I asked him.

“She took the news real hard,” he said with not that much remorse in his voice. “Would I mind looking in on her during the term?” he asked. “She took it hard?” I thought. NO SHIT! I lost a lot of respect for Paul that day; not only did he screw his girl friend over, but he also screwed me because now I was going to have to get a new roommate.

I started inquiring about a new person to share the rent with until I got another call dropping the other shoe. This one was from Mike and he informed me that Molly and he were expecting a baby so he was dropping out of school and going to work for his father as a mechanic and start his family. He was happy so I was happy for them, but that left me with no roommates and a three bedroom apartment. I decided I was going to move.

I hung around for a month until fall term had started and signed a lease on a one bedroom place on the other side of campus. I was in the process of moving when I pulled up in front of my old apartment to pick up another load and there was Pam sitting on my doorstep waiting for me to get back. I got out of the car and walked up to her and gave her a big hug.

She started crying into my shoulder as I led her back into the old place. She really was taking it hard and I’m sure that being back in the apartment brought back many painful memories. She had come for a sweater she had left in Paul’s bedroom, or so she told me, but I suspect that she came over one last time when she heard I was moving. She just walked around, looking and crying, and then came up to me to use my shoulder once again for a crying pillow. She cried her eyes out for a few minutes then she stopped, looked up into my eyes and pulled me down and gave me a kiss right on the mouth.

I let her kiss me; I felt sorry for her, but when she started kissing me harder and was pulling down on my neck, I began getting a little concerned. I pulled free and managed to say, “Pam, what are you doing? I know you are hurting, but this is no way to make it go away.”

“Ben, make love with me. It won’t mean a thing, I promise. I just need to go to bed with someone, please. I want to feel loved right now,” she begged.

“Pam, you may think you want to make love with someone, but later you may regret it,” I tried to reason with her.

“I don’t care what I’ll regret or not regret. I just know that I want you to take me into your old bedroom and make love with me. Ben, will you do this for me this one time?” she was pleading. How could I refuse those tears and that sad face? I led her into my bedroom and closed the door behind us.

Stopping beside the bed, she flung herself into my arms and started kissing me passionately. Her tongue went into my mouth as her arms encircled my back. She was pressing her crotch into mine and she made her way over to the bed to lie down. Pulling me down on top of her, she continued to ram her tongue into my mouth as she started to breath deeply.

I was beginning to get aroused by this time with the constant pressure of her crotch on mine. She must have started feeling my erection grow because she was grinding into it harder and harder. I had always found Pam to be very attractive, but I had never had any amorous thoughts about her because of her relationship to Paul. But now that Paul was no more and she was here under me, kissing me and begging me to make love with her, well what could I do but comply.

I was tongue fencing with her by this time with our mouths wide open. My hands were roaming all over her squirming body and ended up down at the hem of her skirt. It had ridden up to just below her panties so when my hand made contact with her inner thigh, it was not a long slide upward until it found the crotch of her panties. I rubbed up the entire front until I was at her clitoris and then I retraced my hand down between her legs and up into her opening. She sighed and wiggled her groin into my hand as she pulled even hard upon my back.

I was prodding my finger up her vagina through the crotch of her underwear, pushing the material upward, deeper into her opening. It was getting very wet from her juices and she was vocalizing her pleasure. I suddenly removed my hand from her pussy and started ravishing her breasts on the outside of her top. Sliding my hand under the material, I placed it upon her left bra cup and squeezed the fleshy contents hard and rough. I then slid my hand under the cup and pulled it off of the breasts onto her chest, exposing them both to my hungry assault with my mouth.

My removed her top, taking the bra with it as she assisted me by raising her arms over her head. As it came off, she tossed it aside and grabbed me by the side of the head and pulled my face back down on her breasts. I slowly stood up and looked at her. Her arms her at her sides but she slowly raised them to cover her breasts out of shyness. She grinned at me a little and then put them back down to her sides.

I eyes followed her trim body down over her tummy, over her gathered shirt at her waistline, down to the moisture laden panties and onto her slender legs, pulled tightly together. As my gaze came back up to her face, I detected a wanting in her eyes, yet a slight sense of trepidation. I smiled at her in a reassuring way and moved my hands down to the skirts zipper in preparation for its removal. I pulled on her skirt as she rose her hips up and slid the garment off of her body.

I knelt down at her legs, extending them upward and pulled on her panties at the waist. Sliding them off of her butt, I was removing them upward over the legs to her knees and then pushing her knees back towards her chest, I removed them off over her feet. The view of her protruding lips; open slightly and oozing her vaginal fluid down onto her anus, was too much for me. I spread her legs apart roughly and plunged my face down on her pussy and took her clitoris between my lips.

I was sucking hard on her little nubbin and she was going wild. I was alternating sucking and flicking it with my tongue as I struggled to remove my own shirt over my head. Accomplishing that fete, I turned my attention to my shorts and boxers, never taking my mouth from her pussy. I was lapping at her opening as I slid the last of my shorts over my feet and flung them to the floor. Now I was ravishing her cunt with my mouth as I prepared to enter her great unknown.

Sliding myself up to her butt, I hooked her knees with my arms and penned them back on the bed with her wide open crotch exposed to my engorged cock. Placing at her opening, I proceeded to penetrate her cavity as the walls opened up to me and allowed my intrusion. It only stopped when I bottomed out with our pubic hairs co-mingling into a mat. A gush of air escaped her lips as a loud groan followed.

I withdrew it to the head and then reversed my thrust and buried it to the hilt again. My repetition was becoming more forceful and with greater speed. Her hands were on my ass as she attempted to ram me into her pussy even harder and deeper. I was grinding my hips in jack hammer fashion now as she was building up to a gigantic orgasm.

“O yes, Paul, fuck me harder, yes, O God, YESSSS!” as she spewed her juices out of her crowded vagina. Her orgasm was immense as she relentlessly thrust her hips into mine. Slamming her wet crotch into my throbbing cock, causing me to spray forth into her cavity gallons of sperm, she rode me like a wild bull but for far longer than eight seconds. Over and over she cried out for me to put it in harder, faster and deeper until she held her breath, stiffened and started her release. Finally she relaxed fully and collapsed under my body, gaining her breaths slowly until she drifted off in a wonderful afterglow.

After we woke up, we got dressed, she kissed me on the cheek and left. I never told her that she called out to Paul at she climaxed instead of me. I just didn’t think that would be right. We stayed friends for the rest of the year until she transferred to another college.
I settled into my new apartment that weekend, so on Monday, I traveled to campus from the opposite direction. It was my third week of classes and I have yet to contact the Cross Country coach to start my work outs for the fall. I felt I was derelict in my duties, so after I finished my classes for the day, I headed over to the coaches office to check in with him.

He was heading out to send the runners out when he saw me coming. “Well, it’s about time you showed your face around here,” he said with a straight face. I didn’t know if he was kidding or not but played it as if he was.

“Yeah, Coach, I’ve been real busy moving and all,” I said as my excuse.

“I heard that you lost your roommates, Ben, I guess they couldn’t take it another year with you, huh?” he said smiling.

“Yeah, something like that,” I said, smiling back.

“Well, I’ve got someone I want to introduce you to in a moment,” he said with great excitement in his voice. “This runner I got here from the state finals last year and I think you’ll be impressed. I want you to take her under your wing and show her the ropes…”

“Coach, did you say, “Her”?” I interrupted.