Sandra (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Sandra (Part 2)

... week. Wanna go for a walk?&#034 She sighed, stood up, and said, &#034Yeah, let's go.&#034 We wandered back over to the campus and just walked around for a while. We didn't say much, but occasionally one of us would offer up how bad the Thanksgiving week was going to suck, and the other would agree. We walked down to the botany department's arboretum, where most of the trees had already dropped their leaves. Then we wandered over by the sports fields. I was never sure when it happened, but I realized when we made it back over to the dorm area, that somewhere along the way we had started holding hands again. When we got to my building we stopped outside the first floor entrance, but neither of us let go of the other's hand. We just stood there like that for a while, not saying anything. Eventually, I looked toward the door and said, &#034Well, this is where I get off.&#034 Sandra chuckled and said, &#034Yeah, I guess so.&#034 But still, neither of us made an actual move to separate. It was starting to get chilly, though, and I said so. Then I added, &#034Do you, um,&#034 wanna come up and hang out for a bit?&#034 Sandra nodded, and we went inside and headed up the stairs, still holding hands. When we got to my room I opened the door and we went in. We finally release each other's hands, and took off our jackets. But the room was cold, so I turned on a little space heater I kept under my desk, and pulled it out closer to the middle of the room. Sandra sat down on my bed while I ...

... tossed our jackets over on my roommate's bed. After tossing our jackets aside, instead of sitting on my desk chair or grabbing a spot on the floor like I normally did when we spent time in one of our rooms, I walked over to my bed and sat down next to Sandra. We held hands again, and just sat there together for a long time. At some point we must have laid down, because I woke up later in the darkened room, with my back pressed up against the wall, and my front pressed up against…Sandra! The space heater was still running over by my desk, and the room was quite warm. Without moving, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering in through the window from a sidewalk lamp outside, I realized that we were lying together on my bed, spooning. I shifted my attention and one hand lower, just to confirm, but we were both still fully dressed. We must have just drifted off to sl**p like that at some point. In my shifting, I must have disturbed Sandra a little, because she mumbled something and shifted herself back into me further, pressing her butt against my crotch. I was suddenly very awake, and was very aware of Sandra's warmth, even in the too-warm room, and the soft scent of the perfume I hadn't noticed on her before. And almost as suddenly, I realized that this felt right. It wasn't the feeling of &#034I want to fuck this girl&#034 that I'd come to know over the past year or so. And strangely, it wasn't the feeling of wanting a familiar face from home. It was just that lying ...