Wet Panty Touchdown

(inspired by WickedEve's Window On the Third Floor challenge)

An old dorm with peaked roofs
And walls coated in white.
We discovered it quite by accident
On a boring, lonely night.

Two girls, alone, on Saturday's eve
With mischief on their minds.
We turned up the music too loud
And danced above ivy vines.

From three floors up, the concourse
Was empty, dark and hollow
But above the din of Annie Lennox
Grew a sound that we couldn't follow.

We turned off the music - ears cocked
To hear the slightest sound,
And in through the window, it echoed -
A moan quite distinct and round.

I pushed up the glass and we searched
Each light 'cross the quadrangle's air.
We gasped as we found the culprit
In the jock's wing, quite sweaty and bare.

His name was Tommy or Bobby -
A hunk from the football squad.
On his back in bed, he was stroking
The stalk from his magnificent bod.

My roomie and I just panted
At the hot scene's acceleration.
A magazine his one hand was shaking -
In the other, a divine incarnation.

Before I knew it, I'd joined him.
Two fingers in my panties quite busy.
Heart pounding with my breasts on the sill
At this height, I felt quite dizzy.

A flash, quite incongruous,
Blanked my eyes for just a sec.
I turned 'round and saw the camera,
Hanging from my roommate's neck.

FLASH! went the camera again.
I really tried to halt my hand,
But I'd gone too far to stop now
As I twisted to look at the man.

A blur where his cock should be...
He shouted to the slumbering sky.
His hips jumped like an anaconda
And shot streams of white so high.

I buckled beneath the weight
Of a spasm, then two and three
My roommate recorded them all,
Then dialed a number with glee.

"We got her, I told you she'd do it."
She waved to the jock's endzone.
I looked and there 'cross the quad,
Waved Bobby or Tommy on the phone.