Came home from campus earlier than usual, around 6 PM. The boarding house was dead quiet except for the hum of the fridge. I was about to head straight upstairs when I saw her sprawled on the living room couch like a goddamn gift.

Yolanda. Ellen’s classmate. Eighteen, straight-A senior, still rocking the Catholic school uniform even on weekends because she’s that kind of good girl. White blouse half-unbuttoned from the heat, navy pleated skirt flipped up to her waist, one leg hanging off the couch. White cotton panties with tiny lace trim wedged tight between the most perfect peach ass I’ve ever seen in real life. She was out cold, mouth slightly open, long black hair fanned over the pillow, drooling just a little onto the cushion. Virgin face, 100 %. You can just tell.

I froze in the doorway, keys still in my hand. My cock went from zero to painful in two seconds flat.

I knew I had maybe thirty seconds tops before someone came down, Ellen, another boarder, or worse, my stepmom (the landlady). But I couldn’t walk away. Not from that.

I crept closer, heart slamming against my ribs. Knelt beside the couch like I was praying. First touch: fingertips on the soft underside of her ass cheek where the fabric ends. Warm. Insanely smooth. She sighed in her sleep, shifted a little, but didn’t wake. I got braver, slid my whole palm up, cupping one perfect globe, squeezing gently. Fuck, it was firm and plush at the same time. My thumb traced the edge of her panties, right where they disappeared between her cheeks.

She made a tiny restless sound, hips twitching like she was dreaming. That was the warning bell. She wasn’t deep asleep yet. Any harder and those pretty eyes would open.

I should’ve stopped. Instead I leaned in, close enough to smell her, clean skin and faint strawberry shampoo. A thin string of drool slipped from the corner of her parted lips, glistening on her chin like liquid sin. That tiny, innocent detail (the good-girl Catholic school princess drooling in her sleep) made my heart slam harder and my cock throb so violently I almost lost it right there. That innocent, angelic face while her ass was literally in my hand. The contrast broke me.

I pressed my forehead against the couch cushion to muffle my breathing, gave her one last slow squeeze, then felt my balls tighten so hard I almost doubled over. No time to pull it out. I just shoved my hand down my joggers, two frantic strokes, and exploded inside my boxers like a fucking teenager. Thick, hot pulses soaking the fabric while I stared at her sleeping face, her little tongue peeking out, completely unaware I just marked myself over her.

Footsteps on the stairs. My stepmom’s slippers, unmistakable flip-flop sound.

I yanked my hand away, stood up so fast I almost tripped, cum already cooling and sticky against my skin. One last look at Yolanda, skirt still up, panties crooked from my grip, drool glistening on her chin, and bolted to my room. Closed the door without a sound.

I can still taste the adrenaline. Still feel the ghost of her ass on my palm. Still smell her on my fingers.