Donna [2/7] {Jameson} (MFF Rom Oral) Part Two -- The Quest Continues The next evening after supper, I met Donna for our regular study session at the Library. For about twenty minutes we were able to concentrate on Plutarch's Lives of the Noble Romans, but then the hormones started kicking in again in earnest. As good as it had felt when Donna gave me the blow job outside her dorm the night before, I would not be satisfied with half measures, and neither would she. We had to find a place where we could safely get naked together and bring one another to total orgasmic fulfillment. In our youthful idealism, we could tolerate nothing less than the full success of our quest. Unfortunately, neither of us had any brilliant flashes of inspiration that day. Well, I'd had a couple, but they both revolved more around what to do after we'd found a place and gotten naked. "I talked to everyone I could collar among my off-campus friends today," she sighed, "and none of them seems to be willing to give us their place for a night, except one guy who insisted on being allowed to stick around and photograph us." "Same here. The only people I found who were willing either wanted to join in or had some other strings attached I wasn't willing to accept." We sat holding hands across the study table and sighed together, then had to stifle our laughter. Surely two determined, resourceful, and intelligent people could conquer a challenge this simple, right? "Y'know," I whispered across the table, "I look at this as a personal challenge now. The motel option is still there, but I'm betting we can manage to find someplace else." "I agree. We're supposed to be smart people, for God's sake! How smart can we be if we can't do something as simple as finding a place to screw each other silly?" "Okay then, we're agreed. Do you feel up to a little stroll around the campus, M'lady?" "I think that's a wonderful idea, Sir Knight. I trust you plan for us to seek a place where you can sheath your sword?" "Oh, I know exactly where I want to sheath my sword," I chuckled as Donna covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "The question is where shall we find a place where we can accomplish the sheathing?" "Are we gonna play word games all night, or are we gonna look for a place to play the games we really want to play?" I took her hand, and we set out together on our journey of exploration. Arms around each others waists, we strolled around the central campus like any other young lovers, poking our noses into Jesse Hall, looking for warm spots in McAllister Park, wandering through the Student Union and the classroom buildings in the campus core. We didn't have much luck, except we almost stepped on one couple making out near the Columns. They must have been braver souls than we were--or hornier-- since the evening temperature was already in the 30s. We got chased out of a couple of buildings by the night janitorial staff, found a few potentially promising spaces--all either locked or occupied, unfortunately--and kept up a running sotto voce dialogue about what we were going to do once we did manage to find our magic hideaway. Unfortunately for us, all we came up with that evening was more frustration. "This time it's your turn," I told Donna as we ducked into the evergreens outside her dorm to say good night. In spite of the chill, she eagerly complied, leaning back against the brick wall of the old building and watching my every move as I pushed her jeans down. We weren't going to be able to get her legs spread enough for me to go down on her without getting one leg free of the jeans, but as our tongues danced a complicated tango from mouth to mouth, she was able to bend her knees enough to give my hand room to maneuver a little. She whimpered into my mouth as my fingertips lightly traced the outline of her pubic curls, then dipped between her thighs to explore the contours of her outer labia, memorizing every curve and hollow with soft caresses before moving inward. Her inner lips were slick and hot, opening under the gentle urging of my fingers and eliciting a moan from deep inside her when I began to probe, ever so tenderly, between them. Her warm honey coated my fingers, and I lifted them to my lips for a taste before slowly entering her with one, then two, insistent digits. Donna trembled and clung to me more tightly as I twisted my fingers back and forth and slowly pumped them in and out of her cunt; she wiggled and tried to imprison them in its velvet grip. Once I had my fingers thoroughly slicked with her juices, I began to spread the silky fluids upward, around her swollen clit. I was careful not to touch it. Her kisses became hungrier and more demanding with each circuit my fingers made around her clit--first dipping inside to caress her inner walls, receiving a fresh coating of her nectar, then brushing up the length of her slit. With each pass, I'd massage her throbbing clit a little more with a finger on either side of it, manipulating the folds of her clitoral hood so they caressed the little nub within. She placed one hand over mine and directed me to the position and rhythm she needed, my fingers now dancing in little circles around and over her straining clit as she neared her orgasm. Suddenly, she began to tremble violently and moaned into our kiss as it swept over her like a massive series of ocean waves, each one further weakening her legs. At last she pulled my hand away and drew her jeans up enough to allow her to sit on the carpet of evergreen needles while her breathing slowed. "Oh, baby, that was sooooo nice," she panted softly, her eyes glittering as she watched me clean my soaking fingers with my tongue. After a couple of minutes, she slid back up the wall and zipped her jeans. Her legs were still trembling as we approached the door, and I saw the RA looking at us oddly. Donna laughingly complained about me running her until she was weak in the knees, and they exchanged knowing grins as Donna explained I hadn't listened to her warning that it was time to leave the Library. Another chaste good night kiss outside the dormitory entrance and it was again time for me to return to the solitude of my own narrow bed. As I undressed for bed, quietly and in the dark so as not to awaken Alfred, I pondered my erect cock and wondered if it wasn't time to accept defeat and admit that a motel was the only viable option open to us.