Fire Alarm in the Girls' Dorm

The bed in Janice's dorm room was narrow. It forced their naked bodies close. That was fine with Kyle, it increased the intimacy. As they spooned together, Kyle's arm draped across her waist and fondled the bottom of her left breast. His face pressed into the hair at her neck and inhaled the wonderful aroma. His erect penis rested in the crack of her ass.

Janice's hand reached back and gently massaged his hip and bare ass. She made a slight rolling motion with her butt that applied pleasurable pressure to his cock. Kyle smiled and responded by adding his own motion to match hers.

As they grew more aroused, the pace of their lovemaking increased. Kyle moved his palm to her nipple and barely touched it with small circular movements. She inhaled sharply and it forced her breast more firmly against his palm. The nipple was engorged and hard. Janice slid her hand from his hip to his balls. Kyle kissed her neck in appreciation and nibbled her earlobe.

The heat continued to rise and their touching became more frenzied. Kyle moved his hand from her breast to the sensitive area at the top of her pubic hair. Janice shifted position and separated her legs. He took advantage of the opening and moved his penis from her ass to between her legs. The tip of his cock nestled in the bottom of her pubic hair. Their rocking motion made it slide along the surface of her vagina.

His fingers slowly entered her thick and damp pubic hair as if on a safari. Janice's body tensed and her breathing deepened. She bit her lower lip and concentrated on the building pleasure. She loved how Kyle gently worked her body and didn't just come in a groping rush.

As Kyle's fingers started to probe her swollen pussy lips, she was building to a quick climax. The combination of his body pressed tight against her, his cock thrusting between her legs, his tongue in her ear and his talented fingers were overwhelming her senses.

She grabbed a handful of sheets, gyrated her entire body and said through clenched teeth, "Now Kyle, now."

He knew what she wanted and slid his fingers through the wet folds of her vagina and found her hard clitoris. It was like stepping on the accelerator. Within seconds, her climax burst forth in waves. Janice's body bucked against his hand. Her insides melted like warm butter and a blissful glow spread through her body.

While she was still in orgasmic reverie, Kyle rolled her willing body over and spread her legs. He got between them and aligned his penis. As his cock touched her pussy, he leaned forward and gave her a kiss. Lost in passion and delight, Janice gave the slightest feathery response.

As she lay docilely beneath him, Kyle pushed slowly into her. He enjoyed the tightness and the warmth and the extreme wetness. If possible, his penis got harder and larger. He was very close and began moving his hips to pump in and out. Janice smiled, but made only the barest of moves. Within a few strokes, Kyle felt his passion rising beyond control. Janice started to squirm as she built to another orgasm. He pumped madly and then jammed as deep into her as he could, rocking her body. He breathed out in a moan, climaxed, and shot strong spurts into Janice. She experienced a second smaller, but nonetheless, satisfying orgasm,

He held the position on his elbows for a few seconds then lowered himself on top of her. They were both spent and satisfied.

After a few minutes, Kyle whispered in her ear, "You're the best, doll." He rolled off her and they both drifted into a deep and restful sleep.

Kyle dreamt the alarm clock was going off. He ignored it and turned over. Janice bolted upright next to him and said, "Oh my gawd! It's a fire alarm!" She was immediately awake and out of bed.

Her naked body raced to the door and opened it a crack. The fire alarm wailed in the hall and the lights flashed. She closed the door and flicked on the lights. "Get up Kyle, we've got to go."

He was still lying in bed. He kept his eyes closed and tried to return to sleep. "Nah, it's probably a false alarm. They'll turn it off in a second." Kyle wasn't one to awake easily, especially not from a deep and short sleep. He pulled the pillow over his head to shut out the noise.

Janice was in frenzy. She was at her bureau pulling out night clothes. She grabbed a pale blue baby doll nightie and pulled on the panties. As she moved, she repeated, "Kyle, get up."

From under the pillow, he said, "You go, I'll stay here"

Janice pulled the pillow off his head and shook him. He opened his eyes and saw her beautiful tits hanging over his face. He had a last thought that maybe this really was a dream.

"We can't stay here." Janice insisted. "The Resident Assistants check each room to make sure they're clear. Besides, it might be a real fire." She tugged on his arm.

Kyle gave up and swung his legs onto the floor. Seeing progress, Janice returned to dressing and slipped the silky baby doll over her head. The lace trim just reached the middle of her buttocks. Kyle rested his head in his hands and looked around groggily for his clothes.

As he reached for his jeans, Janice said, "Shit!"

Kyle looked up and saw the panicked expression on her face.

"They can't see you in the dorm," she said in a tight voice. "You know it's against the rules to stay overnight."

Kyle knew, because each time he stayed over, they had to go through the ruse of pretending to sign him out by the eleven o'clock deadline and then sneaking him back in. Still, he didn't think getting caught was a big deal. Janice obviously did.

"I'll get in all sorts of trouble." she said as her mind raced. The clanging alarm added to the urgency and didn't help her thinking. Janice got an idea and moved to the closet. She grabbed a long nightgown and handed it to Kyle. "Here, put this on."

He took it and stared at it in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Put it on." she insisted. "We'll pretend you're one of the girls and no one will notice in the confusion."

"Are you crazy?" he said and dropped the gown on the bed. "I'm not putting that on." He reached again for his jeans.

She stopped his hand and sat beside him. Her eyes were watering. "Please, Kyle. I could really, really get in a lot of trouble." She pleaded. "It's the only way."

He looked around trying to think of an alternative. "It'll never work. Everyone will see my face, honey."

She thought for a second, and then said, "I got it!" She bounced up and grabbed a large sweatshirt from a hook. "If you wear this over it and pull the hood up, no one will see your head."

Kyle hesitated. He was still groggy and having trouble thinking. Janice took his hand and squeezed. "Please."

He grimaced, but stood up and reached for the nightgown.

"Thank you, thank you." she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll never forget this."

"Yah, neither will I." Kyle mumbled as he pulled the satiny, feminine nightgown over his head. 'The things I do for love.' he thought to himself.

Before he had a chance to reconsider, Janice moved to get the rest of their clothes. She peeked out the door. "Hurry up, darling. Everyone is leaving and the RA's are starting to check rooms."

The gown draped easily over his body and reached to his mid-calf. He slipped on the sweatshirt and pulled the hood over his head. Fortunately, the baggy style of the over-sized sweatshirt had lots of room. He looked in the mirror and, when pulled tight, the hood provided good concealment.

He didn't have time for further review. Janice tugged on his sleeve and said, "We gotta go while there's still a crowd. Put these on." She handed him fluffy pink slippers. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but slipped them on his feet.

Janice put her hand in the small of his back and urged him to the door. She had put on a long cotton bathrobe to cover the revealing baby doll pajamas. It had only been minutes since the alarm first sounded. As they were about to enter the corridor, Janice stopped him and urgently said, "Wait. You need underwear. Your penis is showing."

Kyle looked down and saw the tell-tale bulge through the nightgown. Janice stepped to her bureau.

"Where's my boxers?" he asked.

"They won't work. They're too loose. Use these." she said holding out a pair of her panties.

"No way!" Kyle said in a loud voice. "I'll die first."

"Shhh, keep your voice down. Don't be silly. They're just underwear." Janice insisted. She dropped to her knees and lifted his foot. "These are tight enough to keep you in place." Before he could protest further, she was snapping them around his waist.

Taken off guard by her quick action, Kyle was appalled. However, a small part of him was aroused. Especially when Janice slipped her hand inside the panties, grabbed his penis and pushed it down between his legs. She smoothed the material and gave his balls an extra squeeze. His penis jumped.

Before he could fathom what the hell was going on, Janice had pulled him into the corridor.

They were among the last to leave. The Resident Assistants were encouraging the other stragglers and barely gave them a glance. Janice's room was on the eighth floor of a ten-floor high-rise. They headed toward the emergency stairwell.

Janice was behind him and whispered, "Keep your head down."

He didn't need the reminder. His nerves were in a high state of anxiety. He tried to make himself invisible and shrink into the clothes. For once, it worked to his advantage to be neither particularly tall, nor well-built. His thin frame and smallish size blended in among the coeds.

When they entered the stairway, it was packed. The lower floors were still emptying and they moved at a snail's pace. They pushed into the crowd, and Janice positioned herself on the stair above and directly behind him. Kyle was immediately claustrophobic. He didn't want to touch anyone and risk being discovered. However, in the crowded confines, it was virtually impossible to avoid incidental contact. The extreme vulnerability of his situation began to dawn on him as they inched forward. It was one thing to be caught after hours in the girls dorm, it was quite another to be caught in this embarrassing attire.

With his head tucked down, he got a close look at the complete outfit for the first time. During the rush in the room, he had just yanked on the clothes. He was stunned to see he was covered in pink from head to toe. In addition to the fluffy and girlish slippers, the flimsy nightgown was a pale pink with a lacy champagne trim at the edges and along the side slits. The cotton sweatshirt was a deeper pink with a bunny appliqué on the front. Kyle couldn't see the panties. However, if the color was as feminine as the feel on his body, pink was a definite possibility.

If he'd seen Janice in these clothes, he would have been attracted. Now, he just felt ill. Fully awake, he realized this was a very bad idea. He thought he should have taken his chances hiding in the room. He was determined to get through this and out of here as soon as possible.

In examining the feminine clothes, Kyle had lost focus on his surroundings. Now, Janice tapped his shoulder and said, "Keep moving, Callie. Don't be scared. It'll be all right."

A space had opened in front of him and he moved quickly to close the gap. The last thing he wanted to do was attract attention. When he caught up, he shot a glance at Janice and mouthed the question, "Callie?"

She shrugged and whispered, "I couldn't very well call you Kyle." He knew she was right, but stewed angrily anyway. He blamed her for talking him into this.

Kyle felt as though everyone was staring at him. He furtively scanned the stairway to confirm his suspicions. They all seemed to be involved in their own thoughts. Some were plodding ahead half asleep. Fortunately, the girl right next to him seemed to be in that category. Others were chatting with their neighbors or bitching loudly about the slow pace.

Relaxing a little after seeing that no one was concerned with him, he looked at the girls more closely. A few had on complete outfits, as though they had just returned home at this late hour. However, as expected, most of the girls were only semi-dressed. A few had sweat pants or traditional pajamas with pants. Some of those were only partially buttoned and revealed glimpses of their breasts. Many had on sexier, lingerie-type sleep wear. The sleepyhead next to him was one. She had pulled on a short robe that barely covered her butt. Through the translucent lace, Kyle could discern the outlines of her skimpy underwear. Her bare legs seemed to stretch forever.

He became aroused. Once his mind started down this path, he couldn't stop. Kyle examined every girl within view. It was like reading the Victoria's Secret catalogue. Only these models were in the flesh. And very close.

An overwhelming feminine scent permeated the air. The heady mixture of perfume, powder, soap and lotion was intoxicating. Perhaps it was his male imagination, but there was also a hint of sex. The unique, but undefinable, essence of sensuous arousal. His growing penis stretched against the tight and smooth fabric of his panties.

Kyle felt increasingly aware of the close quarters. He was crushed within feet of dozens of half-dressed coeds. Even though some weren't particularly attractive, and most were unkempt from just waking up, it didn't matter. He felt a sexual heat emanating from the crowd. It was like he was in a harem. His body reacted accordingly. His fear of being discovered was losing ground to his appreciation of their proximity. As they continued down, he fixated on certain of the more naked girls.

Apparently, Janice noticed. "If you keep gawking, Callie, I'm going to pull off your hood and leave you here." she whispered a little too loudly in his ear.

His eyes went wide and he swung to face her. He saw a smile on her lips and what he hoped was a friendly, teasing glint in her eyes. The girl next to Janice looked over curiously. Before she had a chance to examine him too closely, she was prodded ahead.

They had reached the fourth floor and the pace picked up. The crowd moved quickly the rest of the way to the lobby which was filled with departing girls and a number of administrators. Kyle held back. Unlike the students, who were all looking ahead; these managers were looking straight at them. The crowd pushed him forward.

The head Resident Manager stood by the door. She was a tall red head who Kyle knew from joking with her at the desk. His knees started to get weak with fear of recognition. He ducked his head further. She was waving her arm and said, "Come on, girls. Let's move it, let's move it."

As he passed her, she brushed her hand on his arm to move him through the door. His body tensed and he felt an urgent need to piss. Then, he was through the door, beyond the gauntlet and into freedom.

The courtyard was filled with hundreds of milling coeds. It was a sea of frills and skin to be negotiated undetected. Fortuitously, the approaching sirens of the fire trucks caused most to turn their heads toward the road. Taking advantage of the diversion, and making sure not to lose Beverly, he moved them through the crowd to an empty space near the woods. Somewhat safe for the first time since leaving the bedroom, Les felt a modicum of relief. He realized his entire body was wound taut and made a conscious effort to relax.

Janice clinched his arm and bubbled, "That was so great! We did it!" Her earlier fear was gone. It was typical. Her mood could change in an instant. She leaned in, grabbed his face and gave him a hot kiss under the pink hood. She was apparently oblivious to the fact that with his attire, others might perceive it as a lesbian lip-lock. Janice was on an adrenaline high. She could be an excitement junkie in normal circumstances; always wanting to try new or illicit things and push the envelope. It was one of the things he loved about her. This unexpected crisis and the chance of getting caught had clearly given her a rush.

"Maybe it was great for you. I was scared shitless." Kyle said.

She waved away his concerns. "You loved it. I saw how you were undressing all those girls with your eyes. I bet you even got a hard-on." She reached down quickly and grabbed his penis. He jumped. The scary exit had deflated him somewhat, but he was clearly still excited. "I knew it." She exclaimed proudly, rubbing his balls roughly through the sheer fabric. "Or maybe you just like the panties." She said with a coquettish grin and squeezed his penis.

Kyle backed away. There was no talking to her when she got in this state. Now that she was beyond the fear of being caught in her room, this was turning into a big lark for her. There was no telling how far she'd go.

He had fantasized about sex in public. But it was never in this type of crowded situation and never with him dressed in these compromising clothes. To change the subject, he said, "I've got to go take a piss. Wait right here and then we'll figure out what we're doing next."

She gave him a disappointed pout and said, "Party pooper." As he headed into the woods, she called after him with a devilish smile, "Don't mess your panties, Callie."

Kyle just shook his head. She was having way to good of a time at his expense.

Watching him depart, Janice smiled broadly to herself. He was such a great sport. Most guys would have freaked and ruined everything. She'd have to make it up to him later. When he disappeared into the dark, she turned and eyed the crowd. She saw a couple of girlfriends, glanced toward the woods, then moved to join them.

Kyle went far enough to be out of sight, but not enough to be stumbling in the dark. The last thing he needed was to twist an ankle. He really had to piss. He reached under the sweatshirt and nightgown and tried to free his penis. Not being used to all the material, he kept fumbling in the semi-darkness and couldn't get it out of the way. He finally gave up and squatted down. He pulled the panties down his thighs and jacked up the nightie so it was out of the way. His cock sprung free and almost immediately started to piss. Despite the humiliating position, the relief was wonderful.

Remembering Janice's admonition not to soil the panties, Kyle waited extra long to drain the last drops and shook his penis vigorously. He saw his panties up close for the first time. They weren't pink, but they certainly weren't much better. They were a sheer nylon type material in a subtle white and green floral pattern. There was a little bow at the waist and feminine trim at the high cut, leg openings. Janice had been wrong earlier. They were way more than 'just underwear'. They were sexy and erotic. He remembered the first time he had removed them from Janice. The thought gave him a pleasant shiver.

He stood and pulled them up over his ass and straightened them into place. The erotic touch on his skin, and the memory association of Janice filling them out in all her glory, stirred him. Standing there in the sleek and girlish nightgown with her panties tight around his penis, he caught a scent of Janice from her clothes. He stopped a minute, closed his eyes and thought about the great sex they had just consummated hours earlier. A cool breeze swept up his legs and cooled his bare thighs shaking him back to reality. He found he was gently stroking his penis. With difficulty, he remembered the precarious situation and got control of his emotions. If he didn't get his semi-erect penis tucked between his legs now, he wouldn't be able to. He wasn't sure what the next plan was, but a most unladylike erection bulging from his nightie certainly wouldn't help.

With his wayward penis back in place, he returned to the courtyard and discovered Janice was gone. "Damn," he thought. "Can't that girl follow instructions just one time?" His eyes searched the crowd to locate her. In this get-up, he couldn't just wander around looking for her. Neither could he call her name or wave his arms. He didn't want that kind of attention. Kyle couldn't believe a night that had started so well was getting worse and worse. He was getting cold. The thin nightgown was little protection against the chill. He pulled the sweatshirt down to cover his butt and crossed his legs for warmth.