Hello all, I’m Vik, and I’m back with another story shared by one of my readers.
Happy Holi in advance to XIS team and my beautiful horny readers.
After months of stress, multiple applications, and endless waiting, I finally held the offer letter. I had been accepted into Westwood University in California for my postgraduate studies. The moment felt unreal. I had spent so much time dreaming about studying abroad, and now it was happening. Without wasting any time, I booked my tickets and packed my bags.
The journey was long, and I was exhausted when I landed in the U.S. Everything felt different – the air, the roads, the people. It was exciting but also overwhelming. My first real shock came when I reached the hostel. The university had a co-ed dorm system, which meant boys and girls shared rooms. I couldn’t believe it.
In India, even sitting next to a boy in class raised eyebrows, and here, they expected me to live with one? I convinced myself it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe my roommate would be a girl. I checked the name on the room assignment paper – Krishna Sharma. That calmed me down. Krishna was a common name for girls, too. It had to be a girl.
But when I opened the door, I saw a guy inside. He was about 5’6, with a well-built frame and brown skin. His black hair was slightly messy, and he had a calm, laid-back expression as he looked up at me. I froze at the door, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing.
“Hey, you must be Aditi,” he said casually, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I nodded stiffly, still in shock. I didn’t know how to react. I had imagined sharing a room with a girl – someone I could talk to, borrow clothes from, or at least not feel awkward around. Instead, I was stuck with a guy.
That night, I barely slept. The next morning, I went straight to the housing office and requested a room change. “I’d prefer a female roommate,” I explained, expecting them to understand. But they simply shrugged and told me room assignments were final – no preferences, no exceptions. I had no choice but to adjust.
The first few weeks were uncomfortable. I kept my distance, spoke only when necessary, and avoided being in the room when he was around. But Krishna didn’t seem to care. He was always friendly but never tried too hard to talk. Slowly, I started feeling less weird about it. He was clean, respectful, and never crossed any boundaries. By the time our first-year exams were over, I had gotten used to him.
Somewhere along the way, without realizing it, I started liking him. It wasn’t instant, and it wasn’t something I wanted to admit. I still remember the day it hit me – I was scrolling through my phone, and my eyes stopped on a picture of him. Before I could stop myself, my fingers moved toward the screen, tracing the outline of his face.
I smiled, remembering the times we had spent together – going to the mall, watching movies, and shopping for random things we didn’t even need. The way he laughed when I struggled to carry all my shopping bags, the way he always insisted on picking the best seats in the theatre, the way he listened patiently when I ranted about professors – it had all become a part of my life.
What shocked me the most was how natural it felt. When I first moved in, I couldn’t even imagine staying in a co-ed dorm. It was such a cultural shock for me.
But when Krishna and I grew closer, he told me that this was nothing new for him. He had done his undergraduate studies in California, so he had already lived in a co-ed dorm before. While I was freaking out in the beginning, he had been completely chill about it.
And now, here I was, looking at his picture on my phone, feeling things I never thought I would. So, this is something that happened unexpectedly, and I wanted to share it.
It all started the day when I didn’t feel like attending class and decided to stay in my room. After finishing my work and everything else, it was already afternoon. I felt a little lazy and thought of taking a nap. So, I went to bed and started scrolling through reels, just passing the time. That’s when I came across a couple of Krishna’s posts.
I don’t know what happened, but suddenly, I felt a strange warmth spreading inside me. It was new, unexpected. My fingers hesitated for a moment before my body reacted on its own – my hand slowly moving across my skin, exploring sensations I had never paid attention to before.
I was just about to touch myself again when I heard the creak of my dorm room door opening. My heart leapt into my throat as I quickly tried to hide my phone with Krishna’s picture under my pillow.
But it was too late. He had already seen what I was doing. Or rather, who I was thinking of. Krishna’s eyes met mine briefly before he closed the door behind him. “Aditi,” he started, then paused, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“Oh God, Krishna … I’m so sorry.” My voice shook as I sat there on my bed, suddenly feeling exposed despite being fully clothed.
Krishna took a deep breath and stepped further into the room. “Don’t be,” he said softly. “We need to talk.” His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the bed beside me.
“Talk?” I echoed, raising an eyebrow. “About what?” My cheeks were still flushed from embarrassment but also from arousal. “This,” Krishna replied, leaning closer and cupping my cheek.
Krishna’s thumb brushed against my lower lip, sending shivers down my spine. His scent enveloped me, making me dizzy with desire. “But first … ” he murmured, trailing off as he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met, soft yet urgent, as if both of us were afraid that the other would pull away. My body responded instantly, nipples hardening and heat pooling between my legs.
My hands found their way to Krishna’s waist, fumbling with the hem of his shirt. I needed more, wanted more, craved every inch of his skin pressed against mine. Krishna broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, allowing me to remove his shirt completely. My fingers traced patterns across his bare chest, eliciting small gasps of pleasure from him.
Krishna’s mouth found my neck, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin. A soft moan escaped my lips as I arched into him, pulling him closer. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, igniting a fire within. My hands slipped down to Krishna’s belt, struggling to undo the buckle with trembling fingers. He paused in his kissing to help me, grinning mischievously.
With one hand, Krishna undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor, revealing his hard cock straining against black boxer briefs. I quickly strip myself of my clothes, including my panties, before pulling Krishna’s boxers down his legs, letting his manhood free.
Krishna laid me against the pillows before settling between my legs. “Are you sure, Aditi?” he asked. I nod desperately and Krishna slowly pushed into my pussy, his tip teasing my entrance.
With a smooth thrust, Krishna slid inside me, stretching me deliciously. “Fuck!” we groaned together, our eyes locked. He began to move, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust. Krishna set a steady rhythm, his hips moved fluidly as he pounded into me. Our moans filled the room, syncing perfectly with each thrust.
His cock slammed into me, filling me as we found our perfect pace. He took my nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, causing waves of pleasure to course through me. “Krishna,” I whimpered as he grinded against my clit. “Faster, harder! Oh, God, yes!” He responded eagerly, fucking me faster and deeper, driving me closer to orgasm with every thrust.
Our sweat-slick bodies slid against each other as he drove into me. His hand squeezed my breast, thumb rubbing roughly over the taut nipple while the other griped the headboard for support.
Krishna’s hips jerked, and the muscles in his stomach tightened as he struggled to hold back his release. Leaning forward, he covered my mouth with a fierce kiss, swallowing my cries of pleasure.
He moaned into my mouth, my cunt clamped around his cock as I climaxed. “Aditi, baby, I’m going to cum soon,” he panted, pulling back to look into my eyes. “Take me, Krishna,” I pleaded, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. His groans grew louder, his grip on my thighs tightened, as he started thrusting erratically. “I’m coming, Aditi, oh fuck …”
Krishna slammed into me one final time, burying himself deep inside as he let out a guttural roar. His hot cum filled me, marking me as his own. We collapsed onto the bed together, chests heaving and limbs entwined.
“Come here, baby,” I whispered as Krishna’s cock softened inside me. He rolled onto his side and pulled me closer, our sweaty bodies still tingling from our shared ecstasy.
“We’ll figure this out tomorrow, Aditi,” Krishna murmured tiredly. I nodded and held him close in the tangled covers as he fell asleep, and I followed not long after.
I know this is a short story. since I have been reading stories in XIS, I thought would share mine too. Do share your feedback at [email protected] and let me know how it was.