Maybe it had been Penny's obscene comments about Ben Wright that had so upset her. Victoria liked the campus cop and had had several quiet conversations with him. Despite his mature age, Ben seemed awkward and shy around girls, almost as if he were some young teenage boy about to ask for his first date.
Not much was known for certain about Ben, but rumors abounded, most of them too preposterous to believe. Some of the more romantic girls like to believe that Ben had been shattered by an early tragic life and had chosen to live out the remainder of his life in simple poverty, accompanied only by his dog and his memories. But the most persistent and believable stories were those that claimed that many years before Ben had been a promising young literature professor and poet, but that a drinking problem had brought him to ruin. A drinking problem and an unfortunate tendency to seduce the younger and prettier girls in his classes. Supposedly he had finally got pregnant the daughter of an influential and wealthy University Trustee and that meant the end of his career as a teacher. Yet Ben had been unable to leave campus life completely and had supposedly drifted from one college to another performing menial jobs. His past was mostly forgotten now and this job as watchman at Seaside College was the best he'd found in a long time. If Ben drank now, Victoria thought to herself, he must do it pretty secretly. Sometimes he did seem to walk a little strangely, with a funny look on his face, but that was mostly late in the evenings and on weekends.
Ben must have been a really handsome man at one time, the young girl thought. His hair, even though gray, was still fairly thick and traces of what must have been its original deep brown color showed through. Even though his body was a little heavy, it was the heaviness of a big man, not a fat one, and the way he sometimes moved, especially if the day was nice and he was feeling good, hinted at the grace and style that must have been his before the alcohol ruined him. That ruin showed mostly in his face, which was heavily lined and bore a gaunt, haunted look. His mind seemed to have been burned out a little also, so that his speech would ramble from time to time. But all in all he was a gentle man and young Victoria had found a special place in her heart for him. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew she liked this relationship because it was safe. All of the innocent young girl's natural cravings drew her toward men, her awakened hormones building an appreciation into her vibrant young senses for the deep sound of a masculine voice, the virile odor, the size and power of males. Victoria instinctively knew that if she let herself go she would find herself helplessly wanting to be made love to, and she was frightened of that.
That's why it was safe with Ben. How could anyone her age imagine making love to an old, ruined man like Ben Wright? And that was the reason for her friendship with the older man and perhaps also the reason she had so stupidly blown up when Penny had made her disturbing remark about Ben's… condition. Victoria didn't want anyone reminding her about that other aspect to Ben's maleness that she had carefully screened from her mind.
These thoughts were still running through the confused young girl's head as she approached the dormitory where she and Penny lived with some twenty other girls, a small wooden building in a eucalyptus grove. To get to her room it was necessary to go around to the back of the building. She and Penny had been lucky enough to get the most secluded room in the dorm. Not only did they have a private entrance but the whole back wall of the room was made up of sliding glass doors that opened out onto a small lawn ringed by trees. Victoria noticed as she passed that the drapes were drawn over the windows, which was strange, because Penny was something of an exhibitionist and would often undress with the drapes wide open, saying that no one ever came back behind the building anyhow, so why worry. Penny seemed to be home, since there was the dim glow of a light shining through the curtains.
The young blonde entered an outside door and stepped into a narrow hall that made two sharp turns before it finally ended before the door of her room. She was just reaching for the knob, trying to decide how she would act with Penny when she suddenly froze in shock.
My God, was that a moan she had just heard inside?
The startled girl stood for a moment, frozen into immobility, then suddenly heard it again.
"Oooooohhhhh," the tortured sound floated out from behind the door in front of her, and it was unmistakably Penny's voice! Lurid images of her good friend injured, raped, stricken by some horrible illness flashed through Victoria's mind and she had just broken her reverie and was starting to rush into the room when she heard Penny's voice once again.
"Oooooohhhhh, Jimmy, it feels so good. Suck it harder, stick your tongue up my cunt and make me cum."
A bright flush mounted to Victoria's ivory cheeks as she heard these lewd words coming from her friend's lips just a few feet away. Her roommate had a boy in there and it must be that awful Jimmy Philips who was always smirking at the girls on campus. Victoria detested him because of the way he would often undress her with his eyes, making her feel naked in front of everybody. And now he was in her room, the room she shared with Penny, doing something awful and obscene to her roommate that she could only guess at. The horrified young girl wanted at that moment to get back into the clean night air and was backing slowly down the hall when she heard Penny moan out again.
"God, lick me until I can't stand it anymore and then stick your beautiful cock in me and fill me with cum." Victoria could actually hear Penny panting through the door, her breathing ragged and uneven, giving little choking whimpers like a suffering animal. To her further horror, Victoria found herself unable to move, a kind of tingling numbness stealing over her legs so that she could only stand there in the hall listening to the lewd exciting sounds coming from the other side of the door while her mind formed wild images of what must be going on in that room.
Penny was probably naked, Victoria reasoned, her beautiful body spread in some lewd posture on the bed and maybe Jimmy was naked too, crouched above her, his tousled blond head buried between Penny's slender writhing legs. If Jimmy was naked then he probably had an erection, and the tortured young girl in the hall could not help but wonder just what it must look like. How big was it? How thick? How long? Victoria had seen very few male penises and never one fully erect, except once in a pornographic magazine she had accidentally opened. To the young girl's shocked amazement, she found that the thought of a male penis, even the hated Jimmy's, coupled with the sounds of wanton pleasure coming from her beautiful roommate's lips were causing strange electric tremors to start high up between her trembling legs.
Victoria pressed her thighs tightly together to try to stop the wild feelings growing there but that was a mistake, because the increased pressure on her tender pussy lips only caused new sharp jolts of pleasure to flood up into her now hot little belly. The petrified girl was afraid to make the slightest additional movement so she stood paralyzed, her knees pressed together, her body bent a little forward at the waist, her hands held out from her body in indecision. All this time she could not help but think about what was going on in the other room and how wickedly, sinfully good it must feel to have someone make love to you the way Jimmy was making love to Penny.