The Lovely Silhouette

As he tried to talk himself into sleep, he saw a silhouette against the lighted hallway. The edges were smooth and looked like a female form. In a moment, he felt the bed sway as the form crawled under the bedsheet and was completely still. He heard her breathing and he felt her warmth.    
 
Music still blared from downstairs where a party was being hosted by one of the guys who shared the rent. It was cheaper to split rent than stay in the dorm, but he imagined the dorm was quieter that night. He’d been invited to the party but opted out still nursing his wounds from breaking up with a girl back home.  
   
Maybe the girl was drunk, he thought. He turned toward the other side of the bed figuring whoever it was would sleep a little and then stumble back downstairs. He was wrong.    
   
After a few silent minutes, he felt fingers touch his back. They began to make little circles on his skin. There wasn’t a word between them, but he began to relax as the fingers continued and he closed his eyes.    
   
When he woke, he looked at the doorway. The hallway light was still on but the music downstairs had stopped. There was still a lump in his bed. He rolled onto his back and was still. He heard a long breath and sigh as the body next to him turned toward him. He couldn’t see her but felt her eyes on him. He stared hard at the dark form but couldn’t make out any facial features.    
   
The silhouette moved closer and he felt her breath. Then he felt a face touching his shoulder. Her nose was cool against his skin. Her hand rested warm on his chest.    
   
He was frozen, not with fear, but doubt. If he spoke, would he break the flow of emotions stirring in the stranger next to him? Did she know who he was? Would he know who she was? He listened to her breathing for any hint of familiarity. He never paid attention to smells but tried to place the floral scent drifting under the sheets.    
   
He felt movement as the crown of his cock grew firm and slid slowly against his inner thigh. The mystery girl’s warm hand began moving lower as if she knew. Her fingers curled over the top of him and he turned to kiss her forehead. He felt the bed shift as her warmth scooted up against him and her leg crossed over his. He pressed his hand to her bare breast and she hummed three clear alto tones approvingly. Were they in choir together? Her tone was beautiful but unfamiliar.    
   
He started to scan the faces of girls in the choir but stopped short when her warm fingers slide to his scrotum and her other hand began stroking him slowly. Her warmth built against his side and he tossed off the sheet as he began to sweat. His hand traced her face for any clues. She was still and let him explore for a minute before giggling softly. Another hint at her identity but he couldn't place that giggle. His fingers traced her lips, smooth and thin. Then he pressed his lips to hers as her hands continued their magic.  
   
He wanted more but was afraid to jeopardize what was already happening. Her hands were leading him and there was no turning back from the tide rising inside.    
   
She seemed to sense his coming and gave long strokes as he streamed out into the silent darkness, first puddling on his stomach before seeping down between them. She laughed softly when cum seeped between his side and her breast. He felt the lubing effect as she slid across his chest and kissed him whispering, “Thank you.”    
   
He heard a voice screaming, “Who are you?” But, he couldn’t speak. He watched as the nude silhouette was framed in the hallway light for a moment before disappearing.