Spring semester had just begun, the arctic air cut through me like a knife, chilling me to the bone as I walked across campus. It was my first, and only semester living in the dorms. As my numb fingers turned the key to the upper campus dormitory, I cursed winter.
Fuck, why do I live where it’s so fucking cold.
“Cold enough for you Mae?” a student asked as I walked down the hall. I just smiled.
My dorm room, a rectangle shaped room with a wardrobe, a bed with a shelf above it and a built in desk. One set up running along each side. Not much bigger than a prison cell. At least my roommate wasn’t in much, because two people occupying a 12×8 square foot room is close quarters. With it being cold and dark for most of the spring semester I was happy to spend most of my time with my boyfriend, Scott at his parents house. Warm, spacious and inviting wins over cold, dark and cramped any day of the week.
On a particularly sunny day in early March, I was hanging outside, I just didn’t have it in me to go to class. As I was wandering by the library I noticed and recognize someone from High School. Ann was a keep to herself kinda person that I had been friends with in school, and here she was sitting in front of the library looking lost. So I talked to her, invited her up to my dorm room for the afternoon. Since neither of us were in the mood to attend classes. We talked, caught up on life events and started hanging out together.
Ann and I reestablished our friendship from high school, hanging out and going shopping she helped me pick out a semi formal black dress for my spring choral concert. She was good at that sort of thing and I hated buying clothes. She even got along with Scott, which I appreciated since we were spending so much time together.
Ann had always had long, straight dirty blonde hair that hung to the center of her back. Unlike mine that hung just past my shoulders and was a darker shade of blonde. Ann decided that she wanted a change. So we went to the salon and she became a shoulder length red head. It fit her well, her slim, petite frame and deep blue eyes were reenergized by the new cut and color.
As a snowstorm moved in late one afternoon, Ann, Scott and I decided to hang out in my dorm room till it passed. My roommate had gone out with her friends. So it was just the three of us, armed with some snacks and drinks. We made ourselves comfortable, Scott and I on my bed and Ann across from us on my roommate’s bed. We ate, chatted and listened to music. To make the room not so gloomy my roommate had put up some Christmas lights, strung along the shelf above each bed. Which gave the room a warm red and green glow.
It was a little after seven when Scott reached into his backpack and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey.
“Yes?” he asked as he held up the bottle displaying it to the room.
“Why not, I don’t think we’re going anywhere,” she answered as she looked out the window that was now half covered in snow.
Scott cracked the seal, took a long pull from the bottle and passed it over to Ann. She sniffed it, wrinkled her nose and took a drink. She handed it to me, I took a swallow and handed it back to Scott.
“Smooth,” Ann said.
Scott went over to the window, took another long pull and set the bottle on the desk.
“We’re definitely not going anywhere tonight,”
Scott turned, looking at Ann and I, and grinned.
“Up for some fun?”
“Depends on what you mean,” I said.
He picked up my 35mm camera that I use for my black and white photography class.
“How much film do you have?”
“Enough,” I answered getting up off the bed.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Just a little fun,” he said leaning over and kissing me.
“You, game?” I asked looking over at Ann.
I took the camera from Scott and proceed to take pictures of Ann.
She wasn’t shy and played to the camera. Getting on her knees, arching her back and pouting her lips.
“Nice,” Scott said.
Ann got off the bed and took the camera from me.
I laid on the bed and stretched out.
“Lose the shirt,” Scott said. Ann and I just looked at him.
“Yeah, it’s just us, all in fun. You develop your own film, so why not,”
I took off my shirt, turned to face the wall, on my knees and took off my bra. I looked back over my shoulders at Ann and she took my picture. I laid down on my side with my arm draped over my bare breasts and she took my picture.
Scott was now standing behind Ann taking off his shirt. He leaned into her and whispered something she nodded in agreement. He laid behind me, moved my arm to my side and kissed my neck. Ann took our picture.
I kept watching Ann’s eyes as Scott unbuttoned, unzipped and removed my jeans. I turned over onto my back, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulled them off. He looked over at Ann, she nodded and kept shooting.
Scott pushed my legs apart and lowered himself down between my thighs kissing my pussy. Then pushing his tongue inside of me and licking. Ann moved closer, now kneeling on the floor next to my head, and looking down my body at Scott. He looked up at her while eating me out, and she took the picture. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Scott’s tongue probing my clit.
Ann watched and photographed as Scott and I fucked.
After Scott whispered in my ear.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes, I did,”
“I think Ann deserves something, don’t you?”
“Yes, she dose,”
He kissed me and got up, grabbed the bottle and sat on the bed next to Ann. He took a drink and handed her the bottle.
“So, do you like to participate as much as you like to watch?”
Ann smiled at him and took a drink.
“Maybe, what did you have in mind?”
Scott leaned over and kissed her neck.
“Depends on what you want,” he whispered in her ear.
“I kinda want her,” Ann said nodding towards me.
“Really?” Scott asked moving back from her.
Ann shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
“Can I watch?” Scott asked.
Ann moved closer and kissed him.
“Yes you can, you can even participate,”
Ann stood up and shed her clothes.
“You’re definitely a natural blonde,” Scott commented.
Ann laid next to me and ran her fingers along my side. She bent down and kissed me, gently at first then harder, I could taste her strawberry lip gloss. I parted my lips and felt her tongue slide into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue and she grabbed the back of my neck and kisses me back. Her soft skin pushing up against me, she smelled of vanilla. She caressed my breast, pinching my nipple. She kissed down my neck, over my collarbone to my breast. Taking my nipple into her mouth, she flicked her tongue over and around, then sucking.
Ann ran her hand down my stomach to my pussy. She slid her fingers into me, working her fingers back and forth. She moved up to my ear and whispered.
“I want to make you cum,”
I moaned and glance over at Scott. He was laying on my roommate’s bed, stroking his cock watching us.
Ann looked over at Scott and gave him a come here motion with her fingers. Scott came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me, then he kissed Ann.
The three of us laid on the bed, rubbing, caressing and kissing on each other. Ann’s fingers working my pussy, her thumb rubbing back and forth on my clit. Scott stroking his cock pushing up against my thigh, while he watched Ann and I making out.
“Cum for me,” Ann said.
I arched my back, pushing against her fingers and came. She removed her fingers from me and slid them into her mouth. Scott reached over and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her fingers to his mouth and licked them off. He got up off the bed and pulled Ann off the bed with him. He handed me the camera that had been set on the shelf above the bed. I took it and sat up. He led Ann over to the other bed and had her get on her hands and knees. He kneeled behind her, sliding his cock up and down her pussy.
“Do you want me to cum in you or on you?” he asked her.
Ann looked over at me and answered.
Scott slid his cock into her tight, slick pussy. I held up the camera and took the picture. He moved quicker, thrusting deeper into her, she let out a moan pushed back against him. I moved closer to them and took another picture. I put the camera down and kneeled in front of Ann, I kissed her while Scott fucked her.
We finished off the bottle of whiskey and passed out.
It was a warm day in April when I developed the three rolls of film we had shoot during the snowstorm. I printed every picture, replaying the night in my mind. By the time I had finished all 72 black and white photos, I was incredibly horny.
Scott’s parents were out of town for the weekend and we were house sitting while they were gone. I invited Ann to come hangout with us for the weekend. We made a nice dinner and cracked open a bottle of wine. Ann and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the photos.