Vengeance 17

We sat on a blanket on the stones atop the roof of my three story dorm, looking into the small town that was a literal two minute walk away. It was a cold November night, but snow had not yet started to fall. She wore a hoodie over a long sleeve shirt over a black tank top over a black lace bra. I know because I picked it all out. I had a hoodie and an equal number of layers on also.

I sat against the tall chimney and she sat in between my legs leaning against me, her hands and mine in her hoodie’s front pocket. It was a tough, but obviously not impossible journey to the roof. It involved stepping on a window ledge and hoisting yourself onto the 10 foot overhang above one of the exits. Then it was a jump, sufficient arm strength and another eight feet up onto the two story building that connected the two dorms. Finally a ladder went up another 15 feet onto either of the dorms, not too difficult since the buildings were brick and easy to grip with your shoes. I made it easy, Ellie didn’t have much trouble either, several years of softball having done her good.

We just sat there for a while, her head resting next to mine against my shoulder, the light wind blowing an occasional strand of hair into my face. I put her hood up for her and pulled her in tighter as she started to get cold, she snuggled in closer. I continued to hold her there for a while as we just stared off into the night sky

Eventually my hands came out of her pockets and rested under her many layers of shirts on her stomach. She shuddered as my cold hands came into contact with her bare skin, but grew still once they warmed up and she got used to the feeling. I held her close that way for a while before slowly starting to slide my hands upwards. Her shirts rode up, but not too much as I undid the clasp on the front of her bra, allowing me access to her wonderfully firm c-cup breasts.

She left her hands in her front pocket as I fondled and pinched her as I pleased. Every once in a while I was able to coax a gasp or a squeal out of a happy Ellie. Passing over her nipples less and less, I wound down the play, clasped her bra again and settled my hands on her stomach. She sighed, and we sat there for another long while, enjoying the night.

Suddenly I slipped my hands beneath her wind-pants and started massaging her pussy over a pair of nice black panties. She immediately began to regret wearing them as I continued to torture her on the outside of the fabric, rubbing her clit and running my hands up and down her lips.

Her hips moved to accentuate my work, and her teeth clamped down on her lower lip. Again, I slowly wound down my play and brought my hands back up to settle on her stomach. Taking no more, she pushed me over onto my back and slid on top of me, her tongue invading my mouth, and her hands bringing mine to rest on her ass. I slid my hands under her pants for a more personal grip on her firm derriere and made a counter-invasion into her mouth. I pulled her hard into my fully grown cock, grinding against her a couple times before sliding my hands out and onto her back.

Rolling away from the chimney, I put her on her back and continued to kiss her. Breaking the kiss for a moment, I shifted my hands into her hood and behind her head as I again pulled her lips to meet mine. I lifted her shirt, but she started to shiver.