[M]y Spring Break Encounter with an old [F]riend | 2016

It was just a gentle tap on my shoulder followed by a question.

"Andy?"

"Yes," I said before full focusing on the questioner, and then blurted out, "Jen? Oh my God!!"

Jennifer was an old friend from my home town. We were separated by a year in age. She was now a senior at our University and I a Junior. And as it happens we never ran into each other on campus and hadn't seen each other in about 6 months to a year.

"Getting ready to split," she asked?

It was two days before the start of Spring Break and everyone was hell bent on getting off of campus.

Except me.

I stepped up for a friend and took his shifts on campus as a security guard that entailed me walking all over campus checking doors, making sure cars were properly parked and traipsing through the dorms making sure there were no fires, water leaks or other activity that would endanger the buildings. I even had a little walkie talkie.

"Actually," I said to Jen, "I'm sticking around," and explained my security gig.

"No kidding?" Jen asked. And then explained that she too was remaining on campus because of an on going internship and other duties she wanted to complete as a resident assistant in one of the dorms.

"Maybe I'll see you around," Jen said. "Make sure my dorm is safe!"

' I will," I replied and made a mental note to be sure I walked through her floor often.

Now some background about Jen and I.

We were friends... close friends. BUT never so much as kissed or held hands. Part of it was that we were good friends and the other dynamic was that Jen was, well, beautiful. Tall, raven black hair, green eyes and as close to model material as they come. Really. Funny part is, she knew it and never used it or was cocky or flip about being a stunner. It was just her. No pretension what so ever. Even if she did flaunt her great legs and backside, small, but perfect breasts and shampoo commercial worthy hair. Not to mention she dressed like a catalog model and was/is the nicest person you could ever meet. Bubbly, smart (extremely) and kind.

Folks always said we would make a great couple but nothing ever came of it. And I never garnered the courage to ask her on a date, partially because I feared rejection and partially because I did not want to ruin or relationship.

Jen and I exchanged a few more pleasantries and catching up, then parted ways.

She gave me a friendly pat on the arm and said "See you soon!"

I secretly hoped I would bump into her again during the long week.

Campus security in a word is boring. Check doors, check hallways, classrooms. Alot of walking, climbing stairs and not much happening.

Campus was a ghost town. I'd never seen it so empty.

For three days and nights, during my shift, I passed through Jen's dorm and didn't see her. I was dejected.

Then night four, about 9 PM it happened, I entered the hallway from a fire door and there she was. Naked.

"Holy shit!" she screamed, "what are you doing?"

I shielded my eyes, fumbled, feeling embarrassed for no apparent reason.

"What am I doing? What the hell are you doing??" I fumbled.

"I ran out of toilet paper," Jen said, "I was checking the hall ladies room."

"Nude?!" I said.

"Well, I thought I was safe.. Jesus," Jen blurted, all the while trying to get to the safety of her room.

"Here," I said, motioning for her to take my jacket, still not looking and then realizing she had darted into her room.

Jen emerged with a towel and a robe, at first angry, and then laughing.

"I didn't see anything, I swear," I said with a smirk on my face.

"Liar!" she said jokingly. "You saw the whole package."

"Yeah, " I did I replied.

"Tell no one!" she said, "or I'll kick your butt!"

Jen started to get playful, pretending to slap me and at the same time letting go of her robe closure and giving me another, maybe unintentional view of her beautiful body. This time I could spy that she was partially shaved down below and had a small diamond stud through her belly button. Not to mention the flattest firmest stomach I'd ever seen.

The tent in my pants was evident, and she again caught me starring.

"Stop looking," she jokingly yelled, "all the blood will rush from your brain!"

We laughed.

"Well, what do you expect? " I said. Still somewhat uncomfortable with the entire situation, but enjoying it none-the-less.

And then without warning, she dropped her robe and kissed me on the lips. First briefly and then full make-out, french-kiss glory. Nude. Her body against mine. Naked. Hot naked. glorious Jen naked.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what to do. Where to put my hands. Anything. Numb and at a loss. After a minute or two Jen sensed it.

"This is when you're supposed to cup my breast, or grab my ass, or something," Jen whispered.

"Really?" I said, not believing what was happening.

"Really," she uttered breathlessly, as the situation got hotter.

Not waiting, Jen began to undress me. Shirt off, unbuckled my pants and pushed them down and then off with my boxers. She wrapped a firm hand around my cock.

There we stood.

Nude. In the hallway. Jen slowly stroking me and I stunned.

"Should we get inside?" I asked.

"Sure," she said and pushed me to her room and on to the floor just inside the door. She pushed the door closed with her foot and then just sat on me and took my hard cock and slipped it right inside her. No talking, nothing. Boom. We were fucking.

And talking dirty.

My innocent friend. My gorgeous, innocent friend had a dirty streak; that is, a dirty-talk streak in her.

She began riding my dick and whispering sweet nothings.

"I want you to fill my pussy with your hot-white cream," Jen whispered, and later I want you to lick my ass and hot pussy lips."

It was all I could take. And then, after hearing those words, I came. Hard. Screaming, muscle tensing, hard. And alot.

Jen was out of breadth.

"Later," she said, "you're on top."

"Later," I asked?

She smiled.

I had to get back to work.

Later was about 4 hours later, after my shift.

I went back to my room, showered and changed and then headed over to Jen's.

The door was locked.

Knock.

No answer.

Then I noticed a piece of paper stuck between the door and door frame.

A note.

"Dear Andy, Be right back. Don't wait. I'll call you. But when I do call, come ASAP. Be hard."

"What?" I thought. Does she mean that. Is she kidding.

I shot back to my room and waited.

An hour.

Two hours.

The phone rings.

"Andy?" She asked.

"Jen?" I shot back ....

"I'm soooo sorry," she said. " Can you still come over?"

"Of course," I said.

"Did you read my note? It was still stuck in the door."

"Yep," I said ... and before I could finish she giggled.

"Cool," she said " Follow the directions and get over here."

She hung up.

So, I'm thinking to myself, Am I supposed to walk in with a raging boner?

I head over to Jen's room, about a 10 minute walk, and my mind is racing about what is going on.

No doubt we're about to have sex again. Glorious Jen sex. But what did she have in mind?

I hustle over and thankfully while thinking about Jen and her note and what might happen, I'm more than excited and have, as Jen instructed, a hard on. Hard. Rock hard. Walking is difficult, hard.

Arriving at her room, the door is barely iopen, just enough for me not to have to turn the door know. I knock first. And walk in.

It's dark.

A flicker of light is coming from Jen's room.

"In here," Jen calls. "Did you comply with my note?"

"Hell yes," I reply as I make my way into her room.

And there's Jen.

On the bed. Completely naked with her head on her pillow and ass up facing me as I walk in the door.

"No talking," Jen says. "You have one minute to get off your clothes and stick your dick in me."

I fumble and in no way smoothly strip off everything then hesitate.

"Now," Jen says, "I'm waiting."

I comply.

Jen accepts my hard cock into her glorious waiting pussy with an "oh, that feels so good."

With my hands on her hips she tells me what she wants.

"Long, slow thrusts," she commands, "and then go all the way in and stop."

I comply.

And while I am in her tom the fullest she begins to gently move her beautiful ass, ever so gently, up and down.

I tell her I'm about to come and she slows and slides forward, releasing me from her grip. My shaft is coated with her slippery, glistening juices.

Jen then takes me in her mouth, slowly licking at my shaft and head. She senses I might come and says "Your turn."

She lays back on the bed pulling her knees up to hear breasts, exposing her beautiful mound and pussy lips.

She motions for me to kiss her between the legs and I oblige, slowly at first, and then unable to contain myself begin licking furiously at her labia,darting inside in search of her clit. Jen moans and paws at my head, guiding mwe to her target and asking for more.

"Don't stop," she says. And I don't.

Jen tastes deliciously sweet, and it;s hard to believe one woman could be so wet. Her pussy is glistening with my salivia and her juices. I continue.

Now while licking her feverishly, I also begin to tease her with my fingers and occasionally reach for her breasts where I find her nipples are extremely hard. Jen reacts even more.

"Sensitive," I ask?

"More," she says, and I oblige.

I leave her pussy and slowly kiss my way to her chest and those inviting nipples.

My penis is rock hard, and rubbing against her as I move. When I get to her thighs and near her pussy I can feel her juices that have slowly dripped down.

I begin licking and sucking Jen's nipples, running my hands all over her body, rubbing her outer pussy lips when she begins to have an intense orgasm. Small at first and then just rippling into a body shaking tremor. She gasps and moans and draws in deep breaths, settling into a tired heap.

"You're next," she says.

I can't wait.

<part 2 coming soon. This was my first post>