Eros Academy Ch. 01: Welcome

Michael rolled his eyes. "You can't believe half those stories."

"If you say so... anyway, it was nice talking with you," she said opening her door.

"I'd love to talk with you again. If that'd be alright."

She stopped halfway into her room and blushed again. "Well, we're going to be neighbors. I think there's a good chance we'll talking."

"Great! I mean...that'd be nice. Goodnight. Nice chatting with you."

"You too." With that, she went into her room. Michael sighed a little and went into his own.

***

His bags were stacked neatly on one of the two beds in the austere chamber. The room was divided perfectly down the middle. Two beds, two closets, two dressers and two desks. Michael kicked off his shoes; his feet ached pleasantly. He sat at the foot of his bed and began unpacking slowly. He As he pulled out his socks and underwear, and hung the white button down uniform shirts in the closet, he tried to clear his head. He couldn't stop thinking about those figures in the courtyard though, and imagining he was down there with them in the dark. Picturing his hands sliding over soft smooth skin, while other hands moved over him, he shuddered and exhaled slowly as he felt his face getting hot and a lurch between his legs.

He pulled out books and linens, all the while relishing the silence of seclusion and throwing cautious glances at the door, waiting for his roommate to arrive. He was setting up his setting up his desk, looking for an outlet for a lamp when he made a strange discovery. He was down on his knees, feeling along the wall, when he found a small indent in the wood. Frowning, he poked at it curiously. It moved. There was a sliding panel in the wall. It slid back revealing two holes in the wall. Michael squinted at it. He had an idea of what he was seeing but couldn't quite grasp it.

He leaned forward and looked into the holes. His was looking into a room almost identical to his. He could see Jessica. From this angle he could see most of the room as if was just a few feet off the floor. She was sitting on her bunk, her bags at her side, a paperback open on her lap.

Michael's eyes bulged. A peephole! What the hell was peephole doing here. He felt a tremor run down his spine and his mouth opened. He should have looked away. Then again, this was so peculiar. How often did you come across something so odd? It couldn't hurt to look just a little more.

Jessica looked up from her book, stretched and yawned. She sat there for a moment looking at the ceiling, seeming lost in thought. There was something thrilling about watching her when she didn't know she was being watched. He felt a queer sort of rush doing it.

She abruptly got to her feet. Michael shifted his weight. His knees were starting to ache but he couldn't bring himself to move. She walked around her desk to her dresser. Michael watched as she pulled out a pair of PJ bottoms and a T-Shirt. She threw them on her bed. 'Oh God! Is this really happening?' Michael thought. He felt himself tremble again. He leaned in closer to the wall, steadying with his palms, his mouth suddenly dry as she kicked off her shoes one by one.

She didn't hesitate at all as she pulled her shirt off. Why would she hesitate? She had no idea a teenage boy was crouched on the other side of the wall leering at her. 'Oh God I am a pig!' Michael thought as Jessica reached around her back and worked at the hooks of her powder blue brassiere.

"Oh!" He gasped softly as her smooth, milky white breasts tumbled into view. He was suddenly was aware of a dull ache between his legs as his member became rock hard and pressed snugly against his trousers. Instinctively he reached down to his crotch and squeezed his swollen cock.

Jessica stooped as she slid her jeans down her legs and before Michael could believe what he was seeing, she stood back up, totally nude. He gasped again as he drank in her form. Unblemished skin, peach sized breasts topped by rosy pink colored nipples, a patch of fiery pubic hair between long, shapely legs. He squeezed his pulsing cock once again as it throbbed.

She stooped once more to pick up her jeans and as she did, her breasts dangled out in front of her body. Michael grunted softly, feeling a heat creeping up his face and a trickle of sticky pre-cum drip from the tip of his penis down his thigh. His fingers began to massage his groin. She moved lithely over to the bed, tossing her clothing into the hamper as she went. Every movement she made seemed exaggerated to his eye. The ache in his crotch was intense. He was breathing hard now. 'Look away! Look away!' But he couldn't. He felt his body tensing.

As she reached her bunk, she bent to pick up her pajamas, giving Michael a fleeting glimpse of the lips of her pussy protruding from beneath the curves of her buttocks. It sent him over the edge. He shuddered violently as he felt his cock spasm and a stream of warm cum flooded down his thigh. He panted as he looked down, seeing a patch of darkness spreading over the crotch of his pants.

Suddenly Michael heard the click of the door opening. His head spun around and he watched, frozen in place as it swung back to reveal a tall, slim young man, with dirty blonde shoulder length hair. He gave the room a quick scan a quickly his eyes fell on Michael as he crouched on the floor by his desk.

Michael's jaw hung unhinged. 'Say something!' he thought desperately. 'Explain this!' But his brain simply refused to oblige. What explanation was there? How could he justify what he was doing? He waited for a look of disgust to come over the boy's face. Instead, his face brightened in a smile.

"Oh, hello. Looks like someone's found one of the peepholes."