Dormitory 3 (2)
Standing naked in the room alone while the sun hadn't set yet felt so strange. Even knowing no one would see me, the wide-open curtains stirred a faint thrill from that sliver of what if, mingled with the comforting safety of being inside. But the emotion dominating my body was intense excitement. Doing this now, when the dorm was full unlike those empty pre-semester days, was electrifying. I wish someone passing by the window would just look. It sucked that our room was at the very end, right up against the mountain—no one ever wandered this far.
I sat at the desk like I was normally studying, textbook open, but the words wouldn't stick. Not like I'd opened it to actually study anyway. My breasts and pussy were already soaking wet without a single touch. Especially my nipples, bright red and jutting out—they looked so lewd. Even fully clothed outside, these breasts drew stares... Now you could look all you want.
To let any gaze peering through the window catch me fully, I shoved my chair all the way back. Like this, they'll see everything from outside. Nothing hidden, all of me on display. My heart pounded with irrepressible anticipation. Just imagining an uncontrollable stranger's eyes on me heated my whole body, like it was warming from within. The sunlight felt like a faint pressure, almost like hands caressing, tracing a long orange streak over my teardrop-shaped soft breasts and slowly sliding down the inside of my thighs.
Wonder if someone's touch would feel this ticklish? Unlike the arousing sensation teasing my nerves, there was no one outside the window. No sticky gaze devouring my body, no lust-filled eyes—nothing. Just the empty sky holding my naked form. That emptiness twisted painfully in my chest somehow. The secret desire to have my hidden self discovered—a craving I could never voice to anyone—surged stronger.
Yeah. My perky nipples, my slutty pussy dripping juice—show it all, every bit, without holding back. But distant sounds of people were all that reached me; the area around was dead silent, empty. It felt lacking, heartbreaking, and before I knew it, I grabbed my phone. I tapped the delivery app that was blowing up lately, pulling up nearby restaurant lists. Endless dinner and late-night options sparkled, but nothing caught my eye. Ignoring stars and reviews, I prioritized the fastest delivery: a sandwich place near the campus convenience store.
A few more taps, and the screen switched in a flash. 15 minutes. Just 15 minutes until arrival. Thinking I had to expose myself made it feel short; thinking I had to wait made it endless. My chest thumped, my lower belly clenched itchily. Just like Yeji unnie said, I've turned into a filthy bitch... Ordering delivery just for this. You shouldn't show yourself to strangers... What if something bad happens? Honestly, even I thought lately I was acting off somewhere. My head screamed this was wrong, but between my legs, I was slick and honest.
Shame and guilt crashed over me, but even that twisted into new pleasure, surging through my body. The guilt and sense of sin only fueled my depravity, stoking my desires further. The thrill of doing what a normal girl wouldn't was insanely good. Intense pleasure kept tickling my body relentlessly. Before I knew it, my pussy was drenched like a faucet left running. My stiffly protruding nipples swayed in the air like a taunt.
Every brush of the humid outside air made my sensitive tips harden more, the stimulation clenching my lower belly muscles. Each air current felt like invisible caresses, hitting hard. My trembling fingers drifted between my legs without thinking. Reason fought desperately... but instinct had already silenced it—I couldn't stop my hand.
Stupid. Getting off on this. Total idiot. I called a stranger. I could just say leave it at the door... but still, I might get caught. If by some chance they saw me masturbating through the window, they'd despise me. Ordering delivery and jerking off alone—what a pervert slut, they'd curse me out... Self-reproach and scorn toward myself only turned into fiercer pleasure, racing through me. Rubbing my hypersensitive pussy felt insanely good. Circling my clit, stroking down my folds, sometimes plunging deep inside.
Lewd juices wouldn't stop, soaking my palm, trailing down my inner thighs to the floor. My free hand naturally went to my breast. One hand on my slick pussy, the other kneading my tit roughly, chasing ecstasy.
"Hah, haa! Ah, aaht! Hnngh...! Uuht!" Sweet moans leaked from my lips, filling the room and spilling out the open window. No, no... I shouldn't... If I can't hold back, I should at least cover my mouth, but I had no hands left. Pleasure exploded from my breast, squeezed so hard chunks squished between my fingers. Pinching my nipple hard whitened my mind each time. But it wasn't enough. Pleasure raced everywhere, yet I knew it could feel even better. I needed something more intense, more stimulating.
My palm rose into the air on its own. No hesitation—I slapped down on my perky breast.
"Aahht!" The sharp smack brought stinging pain. But it melted instantly into electric pleasure flooding my body. Seeing the red mark bloom spiked my excitement further. It hurts, but it feels good. The impact's shock, the lingering sting and bite, then finally the ecstatic bliss—they hit in waves. Why does this feel good? Am I a pervert?
I slapped my breast again and again. Seeing it redden so fast filled me with weird satisfaction. Now the line between pain and pleasure blurred... My breasts burned with fiery ecstasy, my pussy ached from bliss. The sensations racing along my nerves were too sweet for pain, too sharp for pleasure. When my fingertips accidentally nailed a nipple, it was like a jolt of current. That sweet spark flickered like flame, burning through me.
Dangerous thoughts crept in unbidden. This thrill from slapping my tits—what if I slapped my pussy? How much better would that feel? Insanely... way more ecstatic than now. Just imagining it heated my crotch scorching hot. Right as I lifted my hand—
My phone blared noisily. The sudden ring startled me; my raised hand dropped with a jerk. My lust-fogged mind snapped back to reality. Like cold water on beastly instinct, reason awoke. What... what was I about to do? I'm insane. Grabbing the phone from the desk, ragged breaths still escaped my lips. Answering was tough—my excited, trembling fingers mistapped several times before connecting.
"Hello~. This is your delivery guy."
"Ahh, y-yes, yesss..." I tried catching my breath to speak, but my voice shook so much even one word was hard. I hope my ragged panting isn't coming through... I wasn't confident. Embarrassing. Humiliating. Yet that thick male voice piercing my ear felt weirdly good. Without thinking, my empty hand drifted back between my legs. It sounded familiar, like someone I knew, but I couldn't place who. Just hearing it stoked fiercer desire.
I couldn't possibly know this voice... But it feels like rubbing my pussy in front of someone I know. That felt so good, the massive taboo crushing reason with goosebump-inducing bliss... My fingers sped up bit by bit. Amid my harsh breaths, wet schlick-schlick friction sounds started mixing in.