Fire Alarm in the Girls' Dorm

A few minutes later, someone made an announcement at the door to the dorm. There was a little cheer and the girls prepared to head back in. Kyle's spirits lifted when he saw Janice separate from the crowd and head toward him. They immediately sank when he noticed someone was coming with her. The girl was wearing dark blue, athletic sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt. He recognized the tall blond as Veronica, one of Janice's friends. His heart raced and he almost turned to flee, but there was nowhere to go. He looked desperately at his clothes to see if there was anything he could do to make them appear more masculine, but there was no chance. Too much pink and frills and silk and lace. The girls were on him in a second.

"There you are," Janice said smiling, as if everything were perfectly normal. "They've decide it was a false alarm."

"Hi, Kyle," Veronica added. "Or should I call you, Bunny?"

He was puzzled.

Veronica pointed at the cute bunnies on the sweatshirt. "Love your shirt. It goes well with your nigthie."

Kyle blushed with every fiber of his being. "Very funny, Ronnie." He was mortified and furious. He turned to Janice and said slowly through gritted teeth, "Why did you tell her?"

Janice's face took on a quizzical expression and she said with a small shrug, "She's my best friend." As if that explained everything.

He clenched his fists, looked at the sky and cursed, "Women."

Veronica said, "Careful, girl. You shouldn't be talking like that the way you're dressed tonight."

Placing a hand on his arm to soothe him, Janice said, "Don't be angry. She's here to help us."

Looking at Veronica's androgynous outfit, Kyle asked hopefully, "Great, is she going to trade clothes?"

"You wish. I'm not giving you my clothes." Veronica snapped. "Besides, I think you look pretty in pink."

Janice intervened, "Kyle, you still need those clothes as a disguise. Ronnie's going to help us get back in."

"I'm not going back in. I barely got out alive."

"Of course you are. You can't stay out here."

Kyle thought for a moment and said, "You go in and bring out my clothes. Then you can sneak me in as usual."

"That'll take too long. Look, you're already cold." Janice reasoned. "Besides, they'll be too many people in the lobby until they get the alarm fixed."

Veronica looked toward the door. "If this is going to work, we have to go soon while there's still a crowd."

Kyle followed her gaze. "This won't work. They're checking people at the door."

"Of course, it will work." Janice insisted. "They're not checking close. They know nobody brought IDs. They're just making sure no guys sneak in with the girls."

Kyle glared at her, "What do you think I would be doing?"

"But you're not dressed like a guy. They'll just think you're one of the girls."

"You do look pretty girlish, Kyle." Veronica added helpfully.

He was not eager to tempt fate a second time and thought desperately. "Go back in and throw my clothes out the window. I'll just sleep out here."

Janice looked stunned. "I am not throwing your clothes out the window. They'll get caught in a tree or something. And you're not sleeping out here. You'll freeze, or get arrested. This is the only way, Kyle."

Before he could argue, Veronica said, "God. We're just wasting time." She grabbed him by the arm and moved toward the door.

Not having a good alternative and not wanting to create an attention-grabbing scene, he didn't resist. His stomach started doing flips. This was crazy. Approaching the door, Kyle pulled the pink hood tighter around his face and tried to do his best imitation of how a coed walked. To his disbelief, in the interest of survival, he actually concentrated on making his hips sway.

Janice noticed the attempt and restrained a giggle. "Stay between us and we'll block the view of the RA's." she spoke into his ear.

Veronica played on the basketball team. She was strong, as well as tall. With her leading the way, they shouldered through the crowd so they wouldn't be the last people and, therefore, more visible. At the door, the RA's were doing a cursory scan. The one to Janice's right held the door, but seemed inattentive. On the left, the Resident Manager did a double take on Kyle as he passed. She appeared about to look closer, when Ronnie peeled off and asked her a diversionary question about the alarm.

Kyle and Janice continued on and got lost in the mass of girls waiting for the elevator. He thought the stairs might be safer, but he wasn't going to risk talking to suggest it. He was back to marking nervous time amid dozens of chatty coeds. Soon, Veronica re-appeared next to them. When each elevator arrived, the giggling mass surged forward and jammed on. Kyle was jostled by hips and breasts and asses. He was scared, but in the party atmosphere, no one seemed to care about all the touching and the contact.

After a couple of missed attempts, Veronica again took charge. She maneuvered them in front of a door. When it opened, she pushed them on. Kyle grabbed the back corner and pulled Janice in front of him. Ronnie positioned herself to his left. As others fought on, they were packed in tightly. When the doors finally closed and everyone faced forward, Kyle thought he might actually make it safely back to Janice's room.

He leaned against the back wall. He was determined not to think about all the scantily clad females and their panties and bare legs and perfume and tits jammed within inches of him and his very un-female penis. The not thinking part didn't work.

With so many people, the buttons for every floor were pressed. It would be a slow ascent. At the second floor, there was much jostling, playful shouting and giggling as people shifted around to let girls exit. 'What's with the constant giggling?' Kyle wondered. Guys didn't laugh this much when they were dead drunk.

His thoughts were disrupted because Janice leaned back and moved her butt into him. Neither the thin material of his nightgown, nor her robe did much to separate them. In fact, it emphasized the stimulating touch of the material on their skin. Kyle assumed the contact was inadvertent. He quickly changed his mind when Janice nonchalantly, but deliberately, began to rotate her ass. It ground provocatively into his groin.

Janice was excited again and back in a playful mood. She continued the subtle gyrations. No one else suspected, but Kyle winced at her game. He bit his lip and hoped she wouldn't carry it too far. He tried to turn his hips to break the direct contact, but Janice kept him pinned.

Kyle was simultaneously afraid to be noticed and thrilled by the teasing sensation. He wanted to ring her neck. At the same time, he wanted to reach around and grab her tits. He settled for standing as still as a statue and enduring until they reached the eighth floor and this delicious torture would be over.

By the fourth floor, Veronica noticed what was going on and smiled at Kyle's discomfit. Between the fourth and fifth floors, she decided to join the fun. She reached her right hand behind Kyle and pinched his ass.

Surprised, Kyle muffled a yell and thrust his hips forward to escape. Janice didn't expect it and was bumped into the heavy-set girl in front of her. She apologized and thinking Kyle had done it intentionally, forcefully pushed her hips back and said, "Stop horsing around, Callie."

This caused several girls to look in his direction. He kept his face toward the wall and the hood mostly blocked their view. When they turned back toward the front, Ronnie leaned and whispered so both of them could hear, "Callie. Is that her pet name?" Kyle looked up at her with venom in his eyes. Veronica smiled mischievously. He thanked god his college was three hours away. Perhaps word of this whole humiliating experience would never reach that campus.

Ronnie's hand was still between Kyle and the wall. It rested open-palmed on his ass. As they looked at each other, she began to move her fingers in an attempt to pull up the back of his nightgown. He grimaced and she could barely contain her laughter. As the nightie climbed his legs, Kyle tried to push her persistent hand away. For the first time, he appreciated how unwanted groping felt. He finally got hold of Veronica's wrist and kept her from disrobing him. She released the material, but kept her hand on his ass. He figured this was as good a compromise as he could get in the situation and let go of her wrist. She nodded slightly, and then turned her face forward. Staring straight ahead, Ronnie almost instantly started to playfully squeeze his butt. In almost any other situation, Kyle would have loved such attention from an attractive girl. Now, he just closed his eyes and tolerated it, praying for the elevator to move faster.

Janice sensed something was going on behind her, but from her position couldn't see anything. Unaware of the nature of Ronnie's hijinks, she resumed her own erotic movements. It felt good to her and she enjoyed teasing Kyle when he was in this once-in-a-lifetime predicament.

Being sexually assaulted front and back, Kyle couldn't help but get hard, despite his best mental resistance. He promised himself that if he got out of this alive, he would swear off women forever.

At each floor, the crowd was thinning, but it was the longest elevator ride of his life. Kyle was sweating. As they approached the eighth floor, Ronnie dropped her hand down his ass and moved toward his engorged cock tucked between his legs. Just as the doors opened, she reached the tip and gave it flick with her fingernail. His prick jumped in the panties and Kyle almost jumped off the elevator.

As they looked back, Veronica waved and said loudly, "You girls have fun tonight. Let's do this threesome again soon."

As the doors closed, girls in the hall and on the elevator covered their mouths and looked at them with wide eyes. Kyle thought, 'She's the devil.'

Janice asked, "What was going on back there?"

Kyle rolled his eyes and whispered, "You tell me. She's your crazy friend."

Fortunately, Janice's room was in the other direction from the girls in the hall. Kyle made for the room like it was a foxhole in battle. When they stepped inside, he closed the door firmly and locked both locks. He wished there could be twenty more to keep the world out. He closed his eyes, leaned tiredly against the door and tried to regain his senses.

The combination of fear-driven tension and sexual sensory overload had been both energizing and enervating. The close proximity of so many, barely-dressed, nubile coeds; the prospect of being caught; the tactile clothes he had on; and the girls' elevator caresses had his adrenaline and hormones pumping. Kyle needed a few minutes to get his mind around it all and re-establish his balance. He blindly reached between his legs through the nightgown material and freed his uncomfortably trapped penis to an erect position stretching the front of his panties.

Janice had no intention of wasting time on thinking. She engulfed Kyle with a full-body kiss. Her arms went around his neck and her lips crushed his. Her excited nipples pressed into his chest and her hips and loins joined his. She was in a hyper-active state.

Kyle grabbed her arms and attempted to peel her off. "Janice, stop that. I'm furious with you! I could have been humiliated and you were playing around."

She momentarily stopped her assault. Pushing her hair behind her ears, Janice said, "I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry. I really am. It was just so exciting I couldn't control myself! You were so great. And knowing you had a hard-on and it was just sexy panties between us. And it was in public. I wanted to grab you and fuck your brains out since the minute we entered the stairs." She again leaned in and this time her tongue pressed between his lips. Her hands started to stroke his arms. Staring passionately into his eyes, Janice said, "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Maybe it was her aggressive sexual advance or simply his physical reaction to the contact, but Kyle's anger was quickly dissipating. It was replaced with a strong desire that had been building for the last hour. So much for his short-lived commitment to swear off women. As Janice nibbled his neck and planted kisses on his ear, Kyle capitulated, "OK, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Janice continued to grope and hug Kyle against the door. Through the tangle of arms, he managed to pull the pink sweatshirt over his head and drop it on the floor. While returning kisses and trying to keep up with her fevered attack, he started on taking off the nightgown and said, "Let me get out of these clothes." Janice stopped him.

"Not so quick." she said with a salacious look in her eyes. She started to rub his chest through the soft material. "No sense wasting this opportunity. Let's go with it and see what happens."

Kyle felt slightly uncomfortable. "I'd rather take them off."

"Oh, we'll take them off. We just don't need to rush." she said talking into his neck as her hands shifted to trace the feminine neckline of the nightgown on his back. "You've already been wearing them for an hour. What's a few more minutes?" Janice cajoled.

Kyle had doubts about making love while wearing women's lingerie, but he was succumbing to her ministrations. He managed to stammer, "I...I don't know."

She covered his lips with hers and whispered, "What does it matter what you're wearing, we're all alone now. And your penis sure seems to like the idea." As she said this, Janice moved her hand to rest on his cock. It was fully erect.

Kyle didn't know if that was due to wearing panties, her exotic suggestions or the increasing heat of their foreplay. However, he couldn't deny that he was fully aroused and that the erotic attire could be contributing. As he tried to sort his emotions to get a handle on the situation, he had to admit that the soft touch of the panties and nightgown were enhancing the sensuous feel of their foreplay.

As he debated with himself, she was massaging his body with the clear intention of having her way with him as he was dressed. His mind wasn't sure what to do, but his libido was screaming that it wanted everything she could give.

He made a last attempt at resistance. "Why don't we just have regular sex?"

In a hot and throaty voice, she breathed into his ear, "This isn't a regular night. This is a night for exploration and discovery."

His overloaded senses precluded any further rational thought. Kyle decided to take her advice and just go with it. He gave up on thinking and turned his attention to their lovemaking.

Instead of verbalizing his decision, Kyle reached out and removed the cotton robe from her shoulders. She smiled and shivered at his willingness to add a new and unplanned dimension to their sexual repertoire. The robe dropped to the floor and revealed the short baby doll nightgown. Kyle had a special weakness for baby doll nighties. The combination of implied innocence and naughty revelation made him weak at the knees.

Janice was a lovely vision in pale blue. Her erect breasts pulled the fabric taut across her nipples. Each movement created a stimulating friction. As she watched Kyle's gaze focus on her breasts, Janice arched her back and sent them closer toward his face. The motion caused the front of the baby doll to rise above the bikini panties. They were drenched from her excitement.

The visual treat and the damp evidence of her arousal notched Kyle's craving even higher. Taking the offensive, his right hand grazed her breast in tender strokes while his left cupped her butt and pulled her panties against his erection.

Janice seemed to have other plans. "You relax. I'll take the lead." She reached out and turned off the light. Taking his hand, she led him to the bed in the darkness. She guided him to lie on his side facing the wall and moved in to spoon behind him. Reversing their position of several hours ago, Janice draped her arm across his waist and fondled his chest through the silky fabric of the nightgown. Her face nuzzled into his neck and tickled his hair with light kisses. She pressed her damp panties firmly against the crack of his ass.

For the past hour, Kyle had been yo-yoing between intense arousal and fear-induced deflation. Large levels of adrenaline and hormones were still coursing through his body. As he relaxed into their lovemaking, those substances did their work and his entire body was aflame with passion and sensation. With his libido set to erupt, he knew it would be a short trip to climax. Every move within the satiny cocoon of the nightgown and panties brought him closer. He reached back, fingered the lace of Janice's baby doll and gently massaged her hip and panty-clad ass. Kyle began a swaying motion with his butt that applied pleasurable pressure to her vagina. Janice responded by moving to match him.

With their mounting arousal, the pace of their lovemaking increased. Janice moved her hand to his thigh and slowly pulled the hem of his nightie up his leg. The material moving across his skin and the anticipation of what was next built his excitement. When Janice reached under the nightie and grabbed the inside of his bare thigh, Kyle inhaled sharply. His engorged penis began to pulse. He slid his hand from her hip to the front of her panties. Janice kissed his neck in appreciation and worked her hard nipples erotically into his back.

The heat continued to rise and their touching became more frenzied. Janice moved her hand from his thigh to rest on his penis. Kyle shifted position and raised his ass to allow the nightgown to be pulled up to his waist. She took advantage of the change to position her vagina against his hipbone and shifted to a humping motion that applied heavenly pressure along the full, wet lips of her pussy.

Her fingers danced along the surface of his panties to massage the length of his shaft and his tightly encased balls. Kyle's body tensed and his breathing quickened. The concentration and mix of stimuli was overwhelming his senses. He bit his lower lip and focused on the building pleasure.

Janice's fingers teased the sensitive area beneath the crown of his penis. The combination of her gyrating body pressed tight against him, her lusty smell in his nostrils and his cock being worked beyond endurance in the sexy panties was more than he could tolerate.

He said through clenched teeth, "Oh Janice, now."

She knew what he wanted. Janice reached inside the panties, enveloped his cock in her fingers and placed her index finger on the tip of his penis. Using his precum as lubricant, she squeezed and pressed in quick pumps. Within seconds, his climax burst forth in shots. Kyle's body bucked against her hand. His mind whirled and lights flashed. His entire body stiffened as if electrified.

Janice was thrilled she had manipulated his body to such a shattering climax. However, her desire didn't allow time to gloat. While Les was lost in orgasmic reverie, Janice rolled his willing body over and positioned his legs. She straddled them and aligned her vagina with his deflating penis. As their mutually soaked panties touched, she leaned forward and gave him a kiss. Immersed in passion and delight, Kyle gave the slightest response.

Janice loved to be sitting on top of him and in control. She felt somehow wicked and strong. As Kyle lay spent and docile beneath her, she removed her panties. Then, she started to move her dripping pussy along his panties to feel his penis on her lips. The moisture enhanced the stimulation. She moved slowly at first to feel the full range of delightful friction. Beneath her, Kyle smiled and made the barest of moves.

As hot and eager as she was, Janice wanted to stretch this glorious sensation. Continuing the rocking motion, she moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed them tightly to double her pleasure. She closed her eyes, put her head back and breathed deeply through her mouth.