David woke up early and checked his underwear before getting out of bed. He hadn't cum in the night, which was a relief. Tom was already up and sitting at his desk making notes from a book. David sat on the edge of his bed and felt groggy. He hadn't slept well. Lots of tossing and turning. Tom turned to David and said, "Well, good morning. You had a rough night, I see. You were making sounds in your sleep. Bad dreams?"
David replied, "Yeah, didn't sleep well at all. Not sure what was going on." Even though David had a really good idea why he had slept so poorly. Tom hadn't bothered to shower and dress yet. Tom was still in his underpants and quickly returned to whatever he was working on. David had gotten up early because he didn't see the point of continuing to toss and turn and, besides, he needed to work on another draft of his paper. It was now Wednesday morning. His paper was due in two days. He wasn't really happy with the length of it yet. He now had lots of material to add to it but his enthusiasm for working day and night on it until Friday was lagging. So David got up and went to his desk opposite Tom's, turned on the desk light and started pulling out his notes and copies. He could shower later. But he was craving some coffee or anything to wake him up. They had a small coffee maker in the room that they rarely used. David got back up and filled it with water and put coffee in the filter. In a few minutes, he had a bad cup of coffee but at least it was something to keep him awake. There was a knock on the door. David got up to answer it. One of the guys from one of the adjourning rooms was standing there. "Hey, I thought that I smelled coffee through the vent. Do you have extra? I'm dying here. Couldn't sleep and now need to study for a test this morning," the guy said. David shrugged, "Sure." He didn't really know this guy well. Tom didn't usually drink coffee. Their coffee maker made 8 cups so there was enough for David to have a second cup and the guy from next door to have one too.
David was blanking on this guy's name. He thought it was Sam. Then Tom asked, "Sam, there is a second coffee mug in the cabinet over there. Help yourself. I'm not having any this morning." It was a typical boys dorm deal. Sam hadn't bothered to dress yet either just to get a cup of coffee. He was only wearing a pair of very small light blue briefs. Sam got his coffee and took a seat on David's bed. David tried not to be annoyed but he was trying to work. Sam and Tom knew each other well apparently. Tom asked Sam if he was planning to swim laps later that day. Sam replied that he swam almost every day. Tom said, "I've been trying to talk David into swimming laps again. He's bored running laps in the gym. Hey, David, do you want to join Sam and me this afternoon for a swim?"
Sam asked, "David, are you a swimmer?"
David replied, "Oh, I was on the swim team in high school for a couple of seasons. Swam before that on a club team. Haven't swum laps in a couple of years. Probably have forgotten my strokes by now."
Sam said, "If you swam competitively, you don't forget your strokes. You just need to get back in the water. Come join us. You will like it better than running laps."
"Not today, okay? I'm working on a big paper for Friday. Feel like I need to make a lot of progress today or else I will be way behind by tomorrow. I'm trying to avoid an all-nighter tomorrow night. But, if I get enough done today and tomorrow morning, I'll join you tomorrow afternoon. What time tomorrow?" said David.
"Tomorrow's Thursday so let's say 4:30, if that's okay?," replied Sam.
"4:30 is great. If I get enough done. Oh, I need to get a suit. My old speedos are all at home," David said.
Tom added, "No problem. Remember that the gym sells speedos. Not a great selection but you just need a basic suit to start."
Sam got up and added as he left, "Thanks for the coffee. And see you tomorrow. If you get your paper far enough along."
David and Tom continued to work at their desks for another hour. Then they went down the hall to shower and get ready for the day's classes. While they were in the shower, David asked Tom, "I guess that Sam is a really good swimmer?"
Tom replied, "He's really good. That was his main sport. He has more of a swimmer's build than you and me. Really good upper bod strength. But he's not a snob about swimming. He's really good at teaching strokes. So, if you are feeling rusty, it's no sweat. Just get in the pool with us and you will be fine."
David nodded and finished showering. He really was interested in swimming laps again. He was more of a runner but he needed to do something different. He had been a decent competitive swimmer but not great. He had liked swimming and it was a good winter and early spring sport when he had been high school. He had been a decent wrestler in the winter too. It had been hard to do both sports at the same time. He had been too skinny to be a really good wrestler. But he had kept at wrestling and swimming because there he wasn't much of a basketball player, even though he had decent height. In order to join Tom and Sam at the gym pool tomorrow, he really needed to do a lot on his paper today and tonight. He was dying for some exercise but it wasn't easy to get in and out of the gym in less than an hour and feel like he had accomplished much there.
David went to his morning classes. He was distracted, though. Between thinking about his paper and thinking about Sharon, his concentration on the lectures wasn't much. He had been completely surprised by getting partially sucked-off by Sharon in the library last night. He got aroused in class just thinking about it. After his last morning class, he met Sharon for lunch at the campus grill. He was hesitant to see her as she was a huge distraction to what he knew that he needed to be doing. But, at the same time, he couldn't not see her either. Sharon acted like nothing special had happened last night. The only reference that she made during lunch was "How was your night? You didn't cum, did you?" David was embarrassed by how forward this question was but managed to say, "Nope" while thinking that he wasn't sure that he could last until Friday. Just seeing Sharon got him going. Sharon asked what he was doing later. He replied that he was headed back to his room to work on the paper but he needed to check a couple of sources later at the library just to make sure that he hadn't missed anything important. Sharon said that she would be at the library again tonight and that if he needed to stop by, she would be at her usual cubicle on the sixth floor. David wasn't sure that stopping by was a good idea but thought that he might do that if he made good progress on his paper this afternoon. She asked him if he was going to the gym later today. He replied that he wanted to really badly but wanted to spend the afternoon on his paper first. He did mentioned that he was hoping to join Tom and Sam tomorrow afternoon if he could as they had invited him to swim laps. Sharon said that he should do that and that she understood if he needed to work most of today. Still, she left the invitation to join her at the library tonight open. As they parted, David said that he would probably stopped by to see her there as he wanted to check his sources again.
David finished his afternoon classes and headed back to his room. Tom was out, which was good for providing fewer distractions for David. He made good progress on writing more content for his paper that afternoon. It seemed that it was finally coming together. The paper was now twice the length that it had been yesterday. The extra sources that he had found were good, he thought. He grabbed a quick dinner at the dorm cafeteria and went back to his room to work some more. He also had homework from a couple of his classes to do. Around 8:00 p.m., he decided that he would run over to the library and checked his final sources. The reference books that he wanted were on the library's second and third floors. He made notes and copied a few pages from one book. David then took the elevator to the sixth floor to see if Sharon was there. It was around 9:00 p.m. now and he figured that she might still be there. He was feeling good about his paper. About 95% done. Tomorrow morning he could add some extra content and then do some rewriting.
Sharon was in her usual cubicle. She had seen David coming and looked really pleased when he popped his head around the back of the cubicle. "Hey, how's your project coming along?," he asked. "I think that I have it under control. Finally," she replied and added, "I should be done by tomorrow afternoon or at least enough to have it ready to turn in on Friday morning." "
"That's great," David replied, "Me, too. I was sweating it yesterday but today I feel like I'm really close to finishing this paper and it is not half bad."
Sharon said, "I'm feeling good enough about where I'm at with this project that I'm really for a short break. Care to join me?"
"Where?," said David, "Do you mean leave the library?"
"No," Sharon said, "I mean just a break right here. I still want to get a little more done tonight before the library closes at 11:00 p.m."
David replied, "Great. You just want to sit and talk? We have to keep our voices down or somebody will be complaining to the library staff."
"Oh, what I have in mind won't require any talking," she shot back.
David had an uneasy feeling about where this was going. He had been excited about what happened last night in this same cubicle but relieved that they hadn't been caught. Especially when Tom showed up. Sharon looked over the top of the cubicle walls and then sat back down. "Pull that other chair around, why don't you?," she told David. He pulled the chair from the cubicle that he had used last night. He was about to sit down on it when Sharon put her finger to her lips as if to say, "Be quiet" as she moved his chair so that it blocked the view of the back of her cubicle from the other cubicles farther down the row.
Then she whispered, "What undies are you wearing today?"
David wondered if he was going to have to drop his pants again so she could check out his underwear. He was wearing the new regular briefs that she had bought for him as he had only one pair of the low-rise briefs left in his drawer. And he had thought about saving those for Friday since she seemed to like those. He replied, "Um, I wearing some of the new ones that you bought."
"Which ones?" she asked.
"Uh, the regular undies. I'm about out of the others," he replied.
"Do me a favor?", she said.
"Sure, what?", David replied.
"Go to the restroom and take your underwear off. Then bring them back to me," she said.
"Why?" asked David.
"Never mind why. Just do it. It won't take long if you hurry. Just go in one of the stalls." she added.
Sharon seemed so certain that David felt like he had no choice. He looked around nervously to see if he thought that anyone had overheard her instruction. There were a couple of students in cubicles down at the end of this row but no indication that they had heard anything. Or at least, if they had, they were keeping their heads down and sitting well into the cubicles.
David nodded and walked to the restroom at the end of the floor. He wasn't sure how he was going to do this. Or even why. He was hopeful that this was going to lead to something that he liked.
He lucked out. There was no one in the men's restroom. There were four stalls across from the row of urinals. All of the stall doors were open. So he was alone. He needed to hurry before anyone came barging in. He went to the last stall on the end next to the back wall. David closed the door and looked around. It was a tight space to be undressing in. But he kicked off his shoes quickly and then his jeans. Fortunately, there was still a hook on the back of the stall door so he hung his jeans up by one of the belt loops. He leaned against the back wall and slid his underpants down to his ankles and then off his feet without tripping himself. There was a shelf next to the toilet paper roll and he put his briefs on that. He wriggled back into his jeans and put his shoes on. It was weird being in his jeans without underpants. His jeans were tight and a little rough inside. He zipped up his fly, remembering to be extra careful not to catch his penis or public hair in the zipper. Things that he didn't have to worry about usually. Now, he wondered, "How exactly am I supposed to take my underpants to Sharon without anyone seeing me?". He decided to slip his briefs into the waistband of his jeans and cover up the top part of them with his shirt. So he unzipped his jeans again and put the briefs inside his jeans. He zipped back up and left his shirt untucked to cover the part that was above his waistline.
David checked his look in the bathroom mirror and thought that he had come up with a good solution. At least good enough to get back to the other end of the sixth floor without being too noticeable. He walked out of the bathroom and headed back to Sharon's cubicle. He passed only one student who was getting up from one of the cubicles on the end. She seemed to pay no attention to David. He got back to Sharon's cubicle without rushing too much.
Sharon was sitting and reading. She looked up when he returned. "Well?", she said.
"I did it. What now?", David replied.
"Give them to me," Sharon said.
"Why? What are we going to do now?", he asked.
"You're see. Hand them over," she replied.
So David tried very discreetly to pull his underpants from underneath his shirt and out of his jeans. He was still standing. He handed the briefs to Sharon who put them on the desktop in the cubicle. David looked around again as he was convinced that someone was going to see what they were doing. Although he wasn't sure what they were doing anyway.
Sharon answered his question by pulling him in closer to her. Then she unzipped his jeans, lowered them to his upper thighs, and pulled his dick out. She leaned over and took his penis in her mouth and started sucking him. She reached around with both hands and pulled his buttocks slightly apart. David was hard within seconds. Sharon continued to mouth his dick in a motion that was definitely more than he could handle, if this lasted much longer. He stiffened. She abruptly stopped.
Her next move was unexpected. She left him as he was with his jeans down and his dick out. Then she stood up and scooted backwards onto the built-in desk and lowered herself on top of his briefs. She lifted her short skirt. David saw that she wasn't wearing panties. Sharon pulled the front of his shirt forward so that he had to lean over. She whispered, "Now it's time for you to return the favor. Remember, keep the tip of your tongue pointed and use it on my clit. Get down on your knees."
David was willing but nervous. She was now sitting on the desk top with her skirt up and legs spread. He looked around again. There were still students at the end of the row but the nearest one was probably 20 feet away. Not far enough, in his opinion. She had her back to the front wall of the cubicle, which was a peculiar sitting spot. But it did allow her to see if anyone was coming, at least. David started to pull up his jeans but Sharon stopped him. "Leave them down," she said. He awkwardly bent down with his jeans now down to his knees. He lowered himself further until he was kneeling on the rough carpet. Sharon whispered, "I'll watch. You get busy."
So he leaned forward and started tonguing on her clit. He managed to brace his hands on the edge of the desktop so that he didn't fall over. David was conscious that his butt and hard dick were hanging out. Still, he didn't want to disappoint Sharon again. As he had the other night when he failed to get her off orally in his dorm room. It wasn't hard to remember that that failure had led to him draped across her lap and getting his butt spanked with her hairbrush. He also realized that his dick was dripping pre-cum on one of his thighs. Something that he wouldn't have experienced but for the odd position he was in. He also remembered what had worked the other night even if he had started doing it too late. He kept his tongue pointed and stiff. Sharon started tensing soon enough. She was definitely aroused as she was getting really wet. David kept the motion going as it seemed to be working. Sharon let out a small moan. David wondered if she was about to cum. She moaned again softly. She moved her legs farther apart even thought he had enough access. Then, just as he thought she was going to cum, she pulled his face up and whispered, "That's good for now. You can stop."
David didn't know whether to be disappointed or not. His dick was still hard and dripping. Sharon whispered, "You can pull your jeans up. Then I'll get up." He pushed himself up from the edge of the desktop, stood up, and carefully pulled his jeans up on his erection. He looked around again but no one seemed to be watching them. Sharon stood up and pushed her skirt down. David had half-hoped that she might now finished with him but it was clear that they were done for now. Sharon gave him a tight hug with one hand caressing his erection through his jeans. He thought, "Don't let me cum right here in the library."
Sharon whispered in his ear, "I'll pack up and you can walk me out. I have more to do on my project tonight at home. And you need to get back to your paper." David was so wound-up that he wasn't thinking about his paper anymore. He whispered back, "Why don't I come over tonight? Or you come to my room?"
She replied, "No way, mister. We both have work to do and we won't get anything done if we spend the night. Friday is now just one day away. You can hang on two more nights, can't you?"
"I'm not sure. You aren't making it easy. C'mom, can't we spend the night tonight?" said David.
"Nope. Now, walk me out," she shot back.
They parted in front of the library with another long kiss. David was still hard as he had been in the cubicle upstairs. She went off with a wave and a promise "I'll see you at lunch tomorrow. If you are good and get that paper done."
"Okay, okay, see you tomorrow," he replied without any conviction. He didn't know how he was going to regain his concentration now. He still had work to do tonight and she had just complicated all of that.
David walked back to the dorm. He looked down as he entered the outside stairway to see if his erection was noticeable. She hadn't returned his underpants and his erection was still there. Instead, she had put them in her backpack and took them home with her. When he checked his crotch, he was dismayed that there was a small wet spot on the outside where the tip of his dick was in his jeans. "Great," he thought, "Just what I need." He shifted his notebooks to his left hand and carried them in front of his crotch. He stopped at the bathroom and dried the front of his jeans off in one of the stalls. The wet spot was still there. He went to one of the sinks and splashed water on the front of his jeans. He could say that he had gotten his jeans wet while washing his hands, if Tom was in their room. Although he realized that it might look like he had splashed pee on the front of his jeans as well. Too late now. It felt strange to be walking around in jeans without underwear. His jeans felt rough on the inside and his penis was pointed sideways and rubbing about one of the inside seams. Not comfortable. While his jeans were tight and cupped his butt and front well, he thought that his balls would certainly be hanging uncomfortably if he had to do this much longer.
Tom was in their room when David walked in. Tom had undressed for bed but was still up reading for class. David set his notebook on his desk and got back to work on his paper. Despite the distraction of what Sharon and he had done, David was somehow able to focus enough to write another two pages based on his notes from the reference books at the library this evening. And he thought that the paper was looking much better than he expected. He was thinking that he would add a little more in the morning and then proof for typos tomorrow afternoon. David had been focused enough on what he was doing that he forgot for a while that he wasn't wearing any underwear under this jeans. He had not been as uncomfortable sitting at his desk as he had been walking back from the library to the dorm tonight. For one thing, his erection had eventually gone away and sitting at his desk meant that his dick and balls were no longer moving inside his jeans with each step.
Now, his problem was that Tom was still up reading and David was ready to go to bed. David had hoped that Tom would be asleep before David had to undress for bed. But no such luck. David was dead-tired and couldn't put off going to bed any longer. He went down the hall to bathroom again, brushed his teeth, and stalled for a few minutes in the hope that Tom would have turned off his light and gone to sleep.
David eased quietly back into the room. Tom had turned off the light over his bed and was lying on his side facing away from the door. David slipped in quietly and undressed. It seemed strange to be without underwear. He wondered if he could get another pair out of his underwear drawer quietly enough not to wake Tom. He decided against it. Instead, he slipped into bed and turned off his light. It would be harder to keep his hand off his dick without underwear tonight. He could tell that he was in for another restless night.