I couldn't hear a thing from Ellen's private room over the din of the pseudo rave that had broken out on our shared university residence floor. People were coming and going in and out of other people's rooms seemingly at random with no clue where the music was coming from and each resident doing a very good job of holding their drinks still despite their gyrating hips and shoulders.
I knocked but got no reply, I reasoned she'd had no way to hear over the chaos echoing around me. I settled for trying my luck with the door handle and smiled as it easily gave way for me. I eased my way inside, trying to keep the door as narrow as possible in what I figured was a futile bid to not disturb Ellen in case she was asleep. If she was somehow off in the land of nod, I figured I'd settle for continuing our study date alone in my own room.
But Ellen was not asleep, though she looked somewhat nearly dressed for bed. She stood in front of the window, opposite the door, hands resting on the widow sill just above her hips, long dark hair loose and flowing around her shoulder blades, naked bar her thigh-high stockings. Fishnets, or maybe some other pattern like them, it was hard to tell with the lights off.
Ellen was admiring the view, and what a view it was. Somehow we'd both scored top floor room at the halls of residence, I could just about recall seeing her moving into her room on our arrivals and feeling my heart skip a couple of beats when I saw her slim, round face, almost hidden by her hair. Her eyes literally seemed to be like fireworks going off in the night sky, various shades of beautiful blues.
I'd just stood there like a mannequin, blocking up the hallway until someone else bumped into me.
When I'd actually gotten to my first class the next day and saw we were classmates, I had to contend with my nerves. Every time I saw her, it was pretty much the same experience. but as the classes drove on, and I saw how dedicated she was to our shared subject, I knew I had found my dream woman.
Even better we'd got put on the same groups to study and discuss topics, and realised just like I was feeling tongue-tied about her, the feeling was very mutual. That helped break the ice a little, though it took a little nudging from one of her friends to get us to sort things out and get us together.
And right now, I had that same sensation of watching fireworks going off, even though I was only looking at her from behind. Naked from behind. Except for those stockings. That had been something new in her arsenal for the last month, going to more and more classes in some style of the things. Even mixing up the colours, one leg red, the other yellow, with skirts so short I wasn't sure if she had just taken a pair of Daisy Dukes and cut the seat bit out.
I slowly closed the door, put my books down on the dressing table in front of the door, then came up behind Ellen, wrapping my arms around her slender waist and pulled her towards me as my lips locked onto her neck like an airlock, teasing the trapped skin with my tongue while my hands roamed upwards to cover both her naked nipples.
"Ow!" she squeaked as I squeezed her unusually hard nipples. "What's going on?" I realised I could feel a draft, and then noticed the window was open. One of those old half and half window panels, either could be pulled up or down to get some air inside, and Ellen had elected to open the bottom half as she gazed outwards. I doubted anyone could see us up here, they'd have had to know she was up here and doing this, and I had never known her to go anywhere near her window without being clothed to some degree.
For a brief second I thought if someone was looking this way, they'd be being treated to a scene worthy of an ancient Greek statue. They'd probably not be able to make out her face, even if her hair wasn't covering so much of her beauty. I wanted to give them more than just that.
"Missed me?" I asked, giving her tiny little buds another squeeze before twisting them cruelly in different directions. Ellen winced before pain gave way to pleasure before one of my hands wandered down south. That was different my fingers told me, she'd shaved her pubes. Usually, she just settled for a close enough trim, but this time, she'd gone the whole hog and gone for a mass deforestation. Maybe even a waxing. I used two fingers to playfully split her labia lips apart before gently tapping the full length of her pussy with them.
"You've been naughty, Ellen," I teased her ear as I whispered. "You told me you'd never shave the lot off, but I bet it looks even lovely down there now."
I was getting intoxicated with her scent, the fragrance of her shampoo seemed to linger for hours and while I never cared to recall the name of the scent, it always seemed to make me think of nature, and her, naked in all her glory.
"Wait," came the voice, slightly protesting as I kissed her neck once more, but not resisting as I slipped a finger slowly inside her slickness. "Ugh!" she moaned as my finger slid in further. "Oh," she uttered as my fingertip found her g-spot. "Ahhhhh," she almost gurgled when my thumb weighed in, gently pressing against her tiny clit which was already poking out between her folds.
"Was this your idea?" I asked, bringing my free hand up from nipple-twisting duty to her head to push her lips towards my own, clumsily moving some of her hair away with my own face. "Be ready for me like this?" I teased her lips with the briefest of touches. "Don't think we've tried anything like this position, yet."
"Lights are out," Ellen mumbled as she kissed me. "And then I- Ahh!" Either my thumb or finger did a fine job of distracting her. "I... I found I had a visitor."
"A visitor? Other than me?"
"My Aunty," she sounded a little unsure in her own admission here, like she was holding something back. I kissed her gently, my way of letting her know she could tell me anything.
"Your aunty?"
"Flow."
Ahhh, that certainly explained it. One thing, or possibly two things depending on your frame of reference, that I've not mentioned about Ellen is that she was utterly blessed up top. She had brains and beauty enough to rival all the angels of heaven and most of the goddesses of any pantheon, a silky smooth voice, a fantastically unique sense of humour about most things, and of course, the two things I've not yet really mentioned, a rack that you could lose your head between. And lord knows I had tried. Of course, the drawback to being so blessed up top in the chest department (along with specially fitted bras and back pain that I was quickly learning how to soothe away with some rather interesting back-rubbing techniques we'd worked on) meant that once a month, for a few days, her pussy was pretty much off limits.
I had no idea what she tasted like down there during that time, she'd not dare let me even try, but she had been very willing to let me try something else out with her. Something I'd been a bit shocked about, to be honest, and frankly unsure about, but she'd convinced me.
I glanced over to her dresser, recalling just how surprised I'd been at the time to see anyone bring in sex toys to what was essentially a school. But not half as surprised to see how easily she could take a butt plug with only the lightest lathering of lube! But she made me an anal convert, I'd never taken a woman that way before, so technically I'd given her my virginity of a sort, and much to my own delight, she'd never had a man take her that way until me, so it was a gift returned so to speak.
Eventually, we'd experimented with her trying a toy in one hole and my cock in another, but we both agreed it wasn't a comfortable feeling for either of us. But here we were, my cock already harder than a flagpole, pressed against the crack of her tasty backside, only held back by my clothes. Ellen reached back with her hands and ruffled my hair as she pulled me towards her for a deeper kiss as our tongues played around some more.
"Let me get my trousers off," I muttered as I used my feet to kick my shoes off and away, I heard one of them slam against the wall while I felt Ellen's hands fall away from my head then reappear to unbuckle my belt. Once the trousers were around my ankles I slipped them off and pushed them away.
"You're still fingering me," Ellen noted, not in protest or disgust, but did try to push herself away from the window.
"You still feel good to me down there," I replied, pushing her back towards the window with my free hand. "But we're not moving from here," I informed her as I removed my pussy teasing hand and used her juices to lube up my cock, slapping it against both her butt cheeks as if I were making a tune. "Pull your cheeks open for me, pull them apart, wide, wider, that's good." I lined up the bulbous purple head of my cock against her brown eye, then spat downwards. A large amount of spittle, more than I'd intended, just splattered all over my tip, and most of her bum hole. I rubbed it all in against it, then slowly pushed.
"God, go slow," Ellen almost whispered as her starfish was poked open.
"Go slow? You love anal," I replied as more of my purple helmet worked its way past the tight grip of her rectum. God, this always looked so good to me. The first time I'd gotten my cock inside her pussy, all the way to the hilt, I'd stopped for a minute to admire our achievement and thought to myself how perfect a coupling that had looked. Like it was always meant that my cock and her pussy were meant to be together like that, and no one else's body parts would ever come into it.
I had to admit, it wasn't like Ellen to be so submissive in sex. Usually, everything was an equal partnership between us, in the sheets, onto of them, outside of them or any way you could imagine. The best bit of any sex we had was the fact I got to fill her up with my cum. The pill was an amazing invention. 'Just you try and breed me' Ellen would jest as we rutted like pigs in heat.
I spat on my hard length a bit more then pushed it all into the hilt. Ellen squealed with delight, and maybe a bit of pain, but she seemed to be fighting it back, trying to hold it in. She even used both hands to cover her mouth. We couldn't be having that, so I grabbed both her hands, freed them from their position around her mouth and forced them open, planting them against each side of the window frame. I gave her one forceful kiss before I started rutting away at her arsehole as if I was possessed.
"UGH!" she called out as I thrust in without a care. "AHH," she moaned as I pushed in to the hilt on the next thrust. "UMPFH!" she cried, trying to muffle her mouth against her shoulder. "ACK!" I held myself deeply inside her rectum as I started groping her massive breasts yet again. "OH!" she cried as she started to get a rhythm of her own. "YES!"