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I was a junior in college, living in one of the older dorms on campus. It had larger shower areas, but on my floor there was a small, private bathroom with an old fashioned claw foot bathtub. I had just had what i thought was the worst week of my life, and had spent the entire Saturday working on a paper. Now, it was Saturday night and everyone was out at a party or a bar, and I was all alone with my bad mood.

I decided to take a break and take a bath. I undressed, wrapped myself in my silky bathrobe, and went down the hall to the tub. The door had an old fashioned lock with a trick to make it catch…after checking it, I filled the tub with hot water and bubbles. Dropping my robe on the floor, I sank into the deep, wide tub up to my chin.

I had only been relaxing for about five minutes when I heard the door rattle. I opened my eyes in time to see the door fly open. In walked E., a boy from a couple of my classes who I had a crush on. He never seemed to notice me, except to say hi every once in a while. I had seen him looking at me a couple of times in the library, but he never said anything.

I gasped and sank deeper into the tub. The dorm was women only, so guys had to use the private restroom if they needed it. He stared at me, and then looked down to where my robe lay puddled on the floor at his feet. He looked at me again, and then turned around slowly.

I thought he was going to leave. But he shut the door and locked it. Then he turned back to me.

“I thought I’d never get you alone.” E. said, stepping slowly toward me.

“I…I’m taking a bath here in case you didn’t notice”. My voice trembled, I sank deeper in to the bath. My nipples hardened…I couldn’t stop looking at him.

E. smiled and unbuttoned his shirt. I watched as he slowly dropped his clothes to the floor, until he was completely nude. His penis was hard already, and grew as I watched. I could hardly breathe…I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Slowly, he knelt next to the tub and reached out to touch my hair. One strand curled around his finger and he tugged on it lightly.

“May I join you?” He whispered as he kissed my lips softly.

It was such a sweet kiss. I wanted more…I moved restlessly, splashing a little.

“E., I…I never…I don’t want you to think that I…”

He kissed me again, deeper this time. Before I realized it, he was in the tub with me. Water sloshed and steamed on the floor. I could taste alcohol in his breath, but the way he moved told me that he was far from drunk. His hands caressed my breasts. I thought my nipples couldn’t get any harder….

When he touched my between my thighs, I jumped and bit back a squeak. He began rubbing, gently but firmly. I couldn’t help moaning a little.. head dropped forward onto his shoulder. I started to move against him, feeling embarrassed and awkward.

E. laughed softly and kissed my neck. “Don’t worry, its okay…” he whispered, encouraging me to relax and enjoy the sensations.

I rested my head on the rim of the tub, opening my thighs a little wider. E. began to stroke my nub, and dipped two fingers into my opening. I gasped and tightened my thighs together. E. gently pushed them apart and help my right leg open with his knee. He began stroking harder and more firmly, and pushed a third finger inside of me.

I had never felt anything like it. I tossed my head back, moaning. I felt a pressure building, and almost sobbed, “oh god! Oh god! Oh yes!” E. shifted…I could feel his dick hard against my thigh. I pushed my hips toward him, his fingers slid deeper within me, slippery and wet. I could feel juices coming out of me…

And then E. slid his penis inside of me. Oh god, it hurt. I was so tight, but so slick. For a moment, I forgot how good I had been feeling. I tried to push him off of me, but E. just held me still and pressed harder. With a silent “pop”, I felt a membrane give inside of my passage. E. slid deep within me, slamming home. For a second, I was still, but the E. began to rock in and out of me. The sensation was overwhelming…he rubbed my nub at the same time.

I thought I was going to pass out, or rip apart. I screamed out and then waves of sensation passed over me. I lay limp in the tub, dimly feeling E. move in me a few more times and then a jet of warm wetness deep within me. He groaned deep in his throat and settled on top me.

We lay like that for a little while, and then he moved back. More water sloshed on the floor. I could hardly look at him…I was sure that he thought I was a slut. He grasped my chin and made me look at him. E. smiled and kissed me. “Let’s go to your room,” he whispered.

We gathered our clothes and made it down the hall. Absolutely no one was there, which was good because we ended up making a lot more noise for the next few hours. I remember we both got a giggle on the following Monday morning, when we overheard the cleaning woman bitching about some person causing a flood in the tub room.

E. graduated before me, and we separated over the years. I haven’t heard from him in quite a while, but everytime I take a bath I definitely have some very vivid memories….

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