So, there I was sitting at my computer, listening to my Imagineradio station play "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton and my roomie sing along with it. I was so anxious, totally wound up, ready to go and SO HOT. The book I was supposed to be reading, so I could write an essay on Tecumseh, was laying unopened on my bed. Fortunately, my roommate decided to go out to Jordan Creek with her friends, leaving me alone in the room, for just long enough. I just hung out, getting more impatient with every passing second that I was chatting with Lellen on my Yahoo pager. Which is why I jumped about six feet in the air when there was a knock on my door. I ran across the room, and stuck my eye to the peephole. When I found myself looking at "05", there was only one person that FUBU shirt belonged on. I flung open the door, grabbed Nick's wrist and pulled him into the room, and locked the door. I shoved him back towards the bed. "God, someone's feisty tonight!!" he said, laughing at my aggressiveness. "Feisty, horny, whatever. On the bed, NOW!" He flopped back onto my bed and I pretty much jumped on top of him, attacking his lips with mine. As I kissed him, my hands went down to his jeans, untucking his shirt and pulling it up. I broke the kiss just long enough for him to sit up and me to yank the shirt up over his head and toss it across the room. "That's hardly fair. You. Strip now!" he commanded, smiling. "Yes, sir!" I saluted, then straddled him, kneeling over him. I crossed my arms, grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it off. I leaned over to kiss him again, chucking my shirt near his. I stood up then, and began to unzip my lowrider jeans. I pushed them down over my hips, revealing my green underwear with "Tuesday" emblazoned across them, that I'd worn just to be silly. Nick about died laughing- "So when you need to remember what day it is, you look at your underwear?" "Like I could ever forget what day it is knowing that you're gonna come over here and turn me out." I said as I slipped off my jeans, taking my undies down, too. I commanded Nick to get off the bed and go sit on the computer chair. As he walked to the chair, I grabbed at his tearaway pants, ripping them off. I came up and yanked down his boxers, leaving him bare-ass naked in front of me. God, what a sight. I pushed him down onto the swivel chair, my hands on his shoulders, tilting the chair back. I ran my hands over his chest, down to his stomach, stopping just before I got to his rapidly stiffening cock. I got down on my knees in front of the chair, and licked my lips while looking at him. He gave me a goofy grin, and scooted forward. I hungrily wrapped my lips around his dick, and licked around the tip as I began sucking gently. I fought the urge to just suck the life out of him, because I wanted to get on him. He looked sort of disappointed when I stopped, but quickly got over it as I stood up, positioned myself over him and sank down onto him. He moaned as I began rotating my hips slowly, while tightening my muscles around him. The little extra bounce put in our motion from the springs of the chair made my ride a little more exciting. Everytime I'd raise myself up to thrust back down onto him, the chair would raise slightly, slamming him into me harder than I would expect. This made for one hell of a good time...and an even better climax. I brought myself down onto him forcefully, grinding him into me. His cock slid across my clit, giving just the right sensation to set me off. I sank my teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming so loud someone would call hall security. I guess that bite did something for him, cause I felt him come hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned forward against him, panting, "God, I love Tuesdays." "You're not the only one" he replied, taking a little nip at my earlobe. I stood up, and got off him, telling him I was going to give him a little time to recover before round 2. We talked for a while, about all sorts of stuff...our predictions for McGuire's season... my history prof is Satan... Eminem's new record, etc. We also discovered that we were both pretty tired, so I suggested we lay down for a while, maybe a short nap to re-energize. We lay on my bed, spooning, and the nap attack got the best of us. When I woke up, I was shocked to find that it was 2 am and my roommate was back and in bed, asleep. I guess when I woke up, I must have done something to wake him up, too, cause I heard him whispering, "Wanna go again?" "Leesh is here!" I hissed back. "So? She's asleep. We'll just have to be quiet." he replied casually. "Quiet? I'm not quiet!" I had to admit though, the idea of being that daring had already gotten me wet. "Oh, hell, why not?" As soon as the words had left my mouth, I felt him slipping inside me from behind. I gasped, and he reached around, covering my mouth with his hand. "Shhhh!" his breath blew across my ear and made me shiver. Our bodies rocked together, careful so as to not make the bed squeak. I loved the way his chest felt, pressed up against my back and the way his strong hands were pawing at my chest as he slid in and out of me. I think it may have been the adrenaline from doing something that seemed so... exhibitionistic- with my roommate all of 4 feet away, but whatever it was, his motions, his hands, the rush... I got off quick, immediately followed by him. My whimpers of pleasure were stifled by his hand, still across my mouth. He bit the pillow as his orgasm caused his body to tremble against mine. We lay there for a second, the climatic aftershocks still shaking us. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go, Chel." "Yeah, I know." I pouted, that was the last thing I wanted to hear. We got out of bed, he put his clothes back on and I had to wonder what Leesh had thought when she came home to see me in bed with some guy she'd never seen before. I walked him outside, kissed him good-bye, and thanked him for a great time. He said that he couldn't wait for next Tuesday. I watched him walk down the hall, and waited for a second before going back in my room. I thought I heard something, so I pressed my ear to the door. That's when I heard Leesh squealing into the phone, "Lindsey! OHMYGOD!! You would never believe what just happened!" (silence) "Chel and some random guy were getting it on!" (silence) "YES! While I was right there! I guess they thought I was asleep!" I leaned up against the wall, and slid down it, crumbling onto the hallway floor into a mess of giggles and embarrassment. Either she hadn't been asleep at all or we weren't as quiet as we thought we were. God, how was I gonna go back in there and face her now? I opened the door and walked back in, calmly, as in nothing had happened. Leesh hurriedly said, "I gotta go!" and slammed down the phone. "Hey, who were you talking to?" "Oh, I just thought of something I needed to tell Lindsey." Even though it was pretty dark I could see her blushing, knowing that I knew that she knew. I climbed back into bed, and didn't say anything for a second, but then I burst out laughing. "Alysia, I'm sorry! I thought you were asleep!" "I'm sorry I listened to the whole thing...I should have told you or left or something..." she said. "It's okay... I just hope you aren't like, scarred for life now!" "I think I'll live.. but..." "But what?" I asked. "Who the hell was that?!?"