Midnight Movie Club Ch. 02

Previously on "Midnight Movie Club" - Four college students cross paths at the beginning of their freshman year at Farragut College; military brat and film lover Julie Wyndham, laid back musician Cole Scales, modern-day flower child Eleanor Freeman, and kind and outgoing Alexander de'Armound.

When their first college party is found wanting, Julie and Alexander decide to head back to Julie's room to watch a cheesy 1980's horror movie, "The Burning." They are soon joined by Cole and Eleanor, formed high school classmates who are drunkenly flirting with one another.

The horror movie only adds to Cole and Eleanor's infatuation, while Alexander's enjoyment of the cult classic sparks something inside of Julie, leading to the two couples having sex on opposite sides of the dorm room...

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A low groan escaped Eleanor upon waking up. Falling asleep on her side had brought about discomfort in her neck. She worked her jaw to lessen the gummy taste that lingered in her mouth while a dull headache knocked at the edge of her brain. The groan and movement of her jaw quickly combined into a drawn-out yawn as Eleanor rolled over onto her back, only to be stopped by a cold, hard surface.

The brief touch of cool stone pushed Eleanor into semi-wakefulness. At the moment she was in her dorm room, lying on her much-too-small bed, covered by a down quilt. She was also naked. Her skin pressed against the bare body of the bed's other occupant whose identity was hidden by a pair of thick pillows that made a fluffy crown around their head. Eleanor gently took hold of the quilt and carefully lifted the thick blanket. Underneath lay the nude body of a slender young man sleeping quietly on his back, one arm hanging off the edge of the bed. It took Eleanor a moment to recognize who she was sharing her bed with - her high school classmate Cole.

At the sight of her naked friend, the events of the previous night flashed through her head. Heading to an off-campus party with Cole, his roommate Alexander, and her roommate Julie. Getting drunk with Cole. Flirting with Cole. Cole flirting with her. Stumbling back to her room instead of his room. Finding Julie and Alexander watching an incredibly bloody horror movie. Cole's hand under her skirt. Her blowing him. Him fucking the hell out of her while their roommates also went at it. Falling asleep soon after.

Eleanor sighed with muted delight at the small rush of carnal happiness. The sun had already risen above the lake, illuminating the dorm room with a soft glow. Eleanor rolled onto her stomach. She put her arm over Cole's chest, snuggling her flank up against his and pressing her face into the fluffy down pillow at the head of her bead. "Mmmmm," she breathed as drowsiness began to settle over her.

"Guess that means you're up."

Eleanor opened her eyes to see that Cole had turned his head. He looked at her, eyes heavy with sleep but an easy smile on his lips. "Morning Eleanor," he said casually.

"Good morning Cole." Now that he was awake Eleanor had no concerns with blatantly draping her body across his. Her arms and legs quickly wrapped around Cole, who responded by using his arms to pull Eleanor close to him. "Did you sleep well?" she asked him as she settled her head against his shoulder.

"Best ever have in a strange bed." Cole planted a kiss on the crown of her head. He lightly ran his fingers along her upper back, drawing a hum of content approval from Eleanor. "Guessing you did too. We were both out like porch lights."

"I slept OK. These beds aren't exactly built for two. Something I'll have to get used to." Eleanor lightly dragged her nails across Cole's chest. "How are our new roommates doing this morning?"

With a combination of groan and hum, Cole glanced over at the bed on the far side of the dorm room. "Sound asleep, both of them," he told her. "Julie's jetpacking on Alexander. Kind of cute."

"Jetpacking?"

"Spooning, but the smaller person on the outside."

"Learn something new every day..." Eleanor's words drifted off as both she and Cole got comfortable, with Eleanor laying her head and hand on Cole's torso as he wrapped one arm around her back. The rise and fall of Cole's chest threatened to lull Eleanor back to sleep. His fingers brushed along the top of her spine. Her eyes fluttered closed at his gentle touch. As her body relaxed, Eleanor felt something pushing against her thigh. She chuckled after a moment, realizing what it was. "Looks like someone else is up early this morning," she teased Cole while gently rubbing her thigh against his semi-hard penis.

"Yeah," he answered, eyes still closed. "Male biology. Tends to get up same time I do. Don't pay him any mind."

A wicked idea graced Eleanor's mind at Cole's comment, matched by a noticeable vibration within her lower body. "Are you sure?" The hand on Cole's chest leisurely began to drift towards his groin. "If he's awake, the last thing I'd want to do is ignore him. It would be rude."

As she began to lazily play with the trail of hair just below Cole's belly button, he told her, "not going to complain, but don't have to if you're still tired."

"Not tired," she countered. "More like giving in to the temptation to squeeze a few extra minutes of enjoyment from the events of last night." By now her fingers were circling the base of his hardening shaft. "What do you call the last part of a song? Not the finale or the fade-out?"

"The coda," Cole drawled quietly as she took hold of him. "Thinking of the coda." He settled against the mattress, somehow becoming more relaxed. "Never had a bit of morning glory before. Looking forward to it."

"Don't know what morning glory means, but if it's anything like afternoon delight then I've never had it either." Eleanor punctuated her statement with a firm kiss on the side of his neck and a gentle squeeze of his manhood. One, the other, or possibly both caused Cole to sigh. His reaction motivated Eleanor. She continued to work on his neck with gentle motions, taking care not to leave any marks, while underneath the quilt her hand began to stroke Cole's cock from base to tip. It only took a couple of strokes to bring him to full hardness, but Eleanor threw several more, causing Cole's hips to writhe. "We need to be quiet," she whispered. "I don't want to wake up our roommates."

"Think it'll matter if we do? They followed our lead last night, might be looking for an encore of their own." Cole leaned in and gave Eleanor a lingering kiss. "Still, no movie on to get them going," he murmured. "Valor might the better part of discretion here."

As Eleanor discreetly climbed on top of him, she smiled. "I think you have that reversed." She straddled the young man. Her hand once again grabbed hold of his rock hard manhood. Cole lifted his hips to assist as Eleanor lowered herself onto him. "Oh yeah," she breathed as she felt his tip part her lower lips, "this is a great way to wake up." After a few moments, Eleanor's pussy completely engulfed Cole's cock. The buzzing sensation inside of her heightened at the feeling of pressure against her slickening walls. Still covered by her quilt, Eleanor placed her hands on Cole's shoulders and sat up as best she could. Her long dirty blonde hair made a curtain around her face as she gave Cole a saucy smile. He responded with a smirk almost casual in its neutrality. He reached up with one hand to brush some of her hair behind her shoulder, giving him an unobstructed view of Eleanor's face.

Slowly, taking care to remain quiet, Eleanor began to grind against Cole. The gentle friction of her soft pussy against his hard cock caused Cole to take a deep breath. He locked eyes with Eleanor before exhaling. His next breath was a tad quicker and a hint sharper as Eleanor began to find a comfortable rhythm. Each motion of her hips created a pleasant warmth that flowed through her lower body like spring rain. She continued to move back-and-forth on Cole's lap as she bent down to kiss her former (and current, she idly thought) classmate. Their kiss held a slow, almost lazy passion, one appropriate for their discreet encounter.

As Eleanor lifted herself back up, Cole's hands ran along the sides of her body, drifting along her shoulders, down her flank, and over the curves of her butt. The light touch of his fingers was an airy sensation that contrasted to the fire kindling inside of her. She found herself beginning to hum with delight as she ground on top of him. The quilt rustled with her body's movements. The noise caused her to spare a glance at the far side of the room. Eleanor made out Julie's bare shoulders and her short black hair. Her roommate was lying on her side, both her and Alexander facing the opposite wall.

An unexpected twinge of disappointment plucked at Eleanor at the sight of the sleeping couple, only to be replaced by a lightning bolt of bliss as Cole's fingers found her nipples. He pinched and pulled on them, bringing them to diamond hardness in a matter of seconds. "Oh God," Eleanor whispered as her entire body quivered. "You remember... ooooooh yeah... you remember from last night..."

"A girl who gets off on someone playing with their boobs? What guy's gonna forget?" He punctuated his statement by squeezing both breasts.

Eleanor hissed as the mix of pleasure and pain threatened to turn the gentle spring rain into a raging summer downpour. Her hips began to move up and down. The friction of her pussy against Cole's twitching cock created a melody of warm, vibrating pressure inside of her, compounded every time Cole pinched, pulled, flicked, rubbed, or palmed her nipples. "If you keep that... oh my God... if you keep that up, there's no way I can stay quiet."

"Huh." He lifted his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Eleanor managed to swallow a high-pitched yell as he licked the erect nub. Her clit thrummed with each lash of his tongue. "Should I stop then," he asked in a tone of voice one would use if ordering a pizza.

"Fuck no." Eleanor bore down, gripping Cole's erection with her vaginal walls, squeezing his erection as hard as she could. In response, he grazed her nipple with his teeth. Her fingers found his wrists. She pulled his hands from her breasts and pushed him into the mattress, using his body for leverage. The easy, quiet morning session of lovemaking turned into a frantic sprint to orgasm as Eleanor began to vigorously bounce on his cock. "Fuck no, we are not stopping now," she groaned, rising, falling, and rocking on her hips. The quilt fell off their bodies, revealing their naked bodies to the cooler air of the dorm room. Eleanor could feel the drops of sweat forming on her skin, but they were nothing compared to the intense wet heat flaring up in her pussy. When Cole began to push back with his hips, thrusting hard against Eleanor as she fucked him, the summer downpour inside of her turned into a raging thunderstorm. "Oh fuck," she began to say over and over again. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..."

A strangled grunt came from Cole. His hands clenched at the empty air as Eleanor kept his wrists pinned. "Gonna pop soon," he said between clenched teeth. "Don't remember if need me to pull out."

"I'm on the... pill... I'm almost there too. Just a little... longer... think about baseball or something..." The comment drew a harsh chuckle from Cole that turned into a stuttered moan. She rode him harder and harder, almost bouncing off the mattress from the impact. "Almost... oh fuck... oh fuck..."

At the last moment, Eleanor managed to rip her hands from Cole's wrists. She managed to slap them over her mouth just before she let out a carnal scream. Her body shuddered intensely as her climax struck her with the force of a thunderbolt, causing her pussy to grip at her lover's cock. While she was in the throes of orgasm, Cole took a series of quick breaths before his eyes snapped shut. He arched his back, trying to push as deep into Eleanor's body as he could. His cock pulsed as Eleanor shook one final time. By the time she collapsed on top of Cole, the normally stoic young man was panting, arms limp at his sides from spilling inside of her. The two college freshmen took a moment to catch their breath. Cole's chest was slick underneath her hand as she gently stroked his torso. "Who needs caffeine?" she murmured.

"Makes me the best part of waking up then?" Eleanor smiled as Cole stroked her dirty blonde hair. "That was pretty damn nice, Eleanor. Glad you suggested it." Cole pulled up the quilt to cover their bodies. In the afterglow of their coupling, the only sound was the quiet breathing of the exhausted lovers, with an occasional snore coming from the other side of the room. Eleanor's body ached from the unexpected exertion, however, she embraced it, a lingering feeling carrying over from the night before...

"8:45." Eleanor lifted her head as Cole set her smartphone down. "Sorry, mine's in my pants, wherever I threw them. Much as I could lie here for the morning, thinking it's time to get our roommates up and get about our day."

"She rolled onto her stomach, arms folded under her chest for support. "As long as you're not fucking and forgetting me," she teased.

"Conversation for another time. Being honest? Got stuff to get done today before classes tomorrow morning." Cole stretched his arms, wincing as he sat up. "Hey Alexander," he called out quietly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, "you awake?" There was no response from the other bed to Cole's question. "Alexander, up and at 'em." Still nothing. "Yo, Alex."

"...Alexander," a voice mumbled in response, accompanied by the rustling of covers. "Call me Alexander."

"Got him." Cole gave Eleanor the thinnest of smiles before turning towards his roommate. "Come on Alexander, it's pushing nine o'clock. Gotta get up and face the day."

"Nine o'clock?" Emerging from underneath the covers, Alexander blinked at his roommate with sleep-induced confusion. "I experienced the sleep of the angels last night," he yawned. Eleanor noticed that Alexander's blonde hair was a rough approximation of how it had been the night before, probably thanks to the styling product he used. "Julie," he asked quietly, looking down at the raven-haired woman lying at his side, "are you awake?"

"Yes," a clear voice answered. "I've been drifting ever since sunrise." One arm reached out and pushed down the covers, revealing Julie as she rolled over to face her roommate. "Good morning, Eleanor," Julie said. "Cole." She turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Alexander."

"Hello." After a moment's hesitation, Alexander gave Julie a light peck on the lips. Eleanor noticed the uncertainty in the young man's eyes as he pulled back, despite the smile on Julie's face. The uncertainty proceeded to permeate the entire room for a handful of seconds, as the four college freshmen looked at each other, unsure of the next step was after the events of the previous evening.

Time for her to take charge. "OK!" Eleanor threw off the covers before climbing over Cole. "Here's what is going to happen," she said as she got out of bed, ignoring Alexander's wide-eyed look as he saw her naked body for the first time. The boy had already seen Julie's. What was one more set of fantastic tits? "The boys are going to get dressed, Julie and I are going to throw on our bathrobes and grab our shower stuff, we will walk you guys to the bathroom so you can pee, and then get you on the elevator so we can pee and take a shower." Alexander was her first victim. She locked eyes with him as she spoke in a firm voice. "Everyone good with that?" He nodded immediately, already sliding down to the foot of the bed to avoid climbing over Julie.

"Sounds like a plan," Cole spoke behind her.

"Tracking." Julie sat on the edge of the bed, arms stretched over her head. Eleanor couldn't help but let her eyes roam over the lean body of her roommate. "Let me just say, I had fun last night. How about everyone else?"

"Oh yeah!" Alexander quickly tempered his exuberance, replacing the eagerness with a confident smile. "Last night was thrilling. And wonderfully unexpected."

Eleanor couldn't help but grin at Alexander's overabundance of joy. "Yeah. Hell of a way to kick off college, wasn't it?"

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As he and Alexander made their way through the front door of Samuelson Hall, Cole paused atop the stone steps. His chest expanded and his shoulders raised as he breathed through his nose. The freshwater scent of the nearby lake combined with the ever-present pine fragrance was a welcome contrast to the lingering odor of sweat and sex that enveloped him and his roommate.

Next to Cole, Alexander took a deep breath of his own. "My friend," he said with a tired smile, "I am going to soak in as much of this weather as I can." The chill of the previous night had made way for a pleasant coolness, the kind that heralded the arrival of a perfect August day. "So," Alexander asked as they walked down the steps, "how does breakfast sound?"

"Sounds delightful and necessary," Cole answered, his stomach rumbling at the mention of the word. "Problem is right now I feel grimy, dirty, and sticky. Debating if a shower first is the better idea."

"The siren's song of cleanliness versus the urge to eat a horse." Alexander tapped his fingers against each other for a brief moment. "How about a compromise," he suggested. "We grab breakfast and take it back to our room, therefore minimizing the time we are grimy, dirty, and sticky in public."

"That's an option, isn't it? Being grimy, dirty, and sticky in private." Cole motioned onward with his hand. The pair turned to the left, heading towards the edge of the square that sat in the middle of the four major residence halls. Beyond the square, a winding sidewalk led to the student union. The modern three-story brick-and-glass building housed the cafeteria and a food court in its basement as well as several Residence Life and administrative offices. The pair of young men were among several other students making the morning pilgrimage towards breakfast. Most of them had rolled directly out of bed, throwing on a ratty t-shirt or sweatpants to barely fulfill the social requirements that allowed them to step outside. Some, both male and female, appeared to be in the same state as them. They wore yesterday's clothes, their gait zombie-like, their hair mussed, and felt either pride, shame, or a subtle mix of the two. And a handful looked freshly showered and dressed, ready to take on the new day with energetic pep and a keen smile. At this moment, Cole loathed that handful.

As they began to walk up the sidewalk towards the front doors of the Union, Alexander bent his arm back to gesture towards Eleanor and Julie's residence hall. "So," he said quietly, "that just happened. Right?"

"That it did," Cole answered with a casual drawl. "Doubting that it did?"

"I was afraid last night was nothing more than a drunken hallucination." Alexander chuckled. "That happened," he said with disbelief. "I can't believe that happened. Wow."

"What did you think was going to happen when Julie invited you up to her room to watch a movie?"

"That I was going to go up to her room and watch a movie," Alexander responded. Cole's response was a questioning side-eye, which caused Alexander to throw up his hands. "Seriously! Julie made it very clear that she wasn't interested and I wasn't interested either. Legit, all I was trying to do was make a new friend..." His words trailed off. After a brief moment of silence between the two young men, Alexander softly mused, "Did I make a new friend... so," he asked, his voice returning to normal volume, "what about you and Eleanor? Was what happened what you expected to happen?"

"Yep," Cole said simply as the pair reached the front doors of the Union. "Got drunk, started flirting, got drunker, got flirtier, stumbled back to our room which turned out to be her room, and there you are."