0 comments/ 84758 views/ 9 favorites Study Buddies By: JMiller69 Mature Passions: Study Buddy Most educators you talk to will tell you that hands-on learning is the best method for teaching any topic. Not only is there discussion involved, but actual performing of the skill or topic occurs, thereby enhancing its educational value. As an added measure, students surveyed said they actually enjoyed it much more than a plan demonstration or lecture. Well I am here to tell you that they are most definitely correct and the "hands-on" practice makes the lessons much more enjoyable, especially if the subject is human biology, if you catch my drift. Let me tell you about my encounter of "hands-on" learning. It began about a couple of years ago when I had enrolled in night classes at a local university. After spending about 9 years in the service developing guidance systems for missiles, I decided I wanted to work on the civilian side. The main reason was that the pay was better and more chance for advancement. Anyhow, I was lucky enough to get hired on with the same outfit I worked for in the service and I didn't lose my seniority or anything. In fact they liked me so well that I entered as a GS-13 on the civilian government pay scale. To further my education I decided to finish my BS degree in computers and enrolled in a couple of night classes, a science( Biology) class and a English requirement for which I chose Classic Eros Literature. Since I had been living in the base housing, I decided to rent me a small one bedroom apartment near the edge of campus. I had had my fill of roommates in the service and I wanted my own space where I could study or bum around when I wanted to without having to worry about a roommate bothering me. I met the woman who would rock my world the first night of class. I had noticed her in my Biology class but it was so large that I was one of only 150 students in a huge auditorium room. However, in my lit class, I was able to sit by her, mainly because I was a little late finding a seat and the class was about to start so I chose the first chair that was open. She had on a white short sleeve poly cotton pull over knit sweater blouse and a blue cotton skirt that came down to just above the knees. The blouse was a little modest but had the potential to allow one to get a glimpse of her cleavage in that it had 3 buttons on the neck line, for which when I first saw her only one was open but by the time class was over it would be all the way open. The skirt was blue with small white dots and had a small slit on the side just above the knee. In addition she had on blue thigh high stockings, matching garters and panties and navy blue 1 inch heels. Her hair came down to her collar and was black as a raven and very straight. Her eyes were a deep brown and very captivating. Her ruby red lips looked sensual and enticing and her slender 120 pound 5'7" 34C-22-34 body beckoned to be explored. Even though she was about 15 years my senior, in her early forties she still had what it took to turn heads. "Excuse me is this seat taken," I asked her in a polite way and she turned to me and as our eyes met, there was an instant connection and spark of chemistry between us. "Not at all hun," She said in a country twang accent but with a sultry tone. "Knock you self out sweetie," to which I replied in a joking manner with a smile "Okay but wouldn't that be a bit painful?" She smiled and laughed and said "I like that, I'll hafta remember that." "By the way, my name is Jenna," she smiled as she extended her hand to me. "Pleased to meet you Jenna, my name is Steve," I replied. "The pleasure is all mine," Jenna said giving me a look that said she definitely liked what she saw. I guess the reason Jenna and I hit it off so well was the fact that she and I were the only ones in the two classes we shared that would be classified as "non-traditional" students, meaning that we were both older than the rest of the students in the room which had an average age of about 20 The class "droned" on for about an hour but Jenna and I were too busy talking, giggling cutting up and flirting with each other to too much know what was going on Finally about 8:30, it was over seeing that the professor just talked about what would be covered during the term. However the professor did assign a 300-500 word essay the topic being "Discuss the sexual fantasy aspects of the story Eden's Forbidden Desire and compare them to you how would experience them if you were the main characters." My first reaction was "Shit I hate these kind of papers" The professor did add one thing to the project at the end when she said "I know some of you may prefer to work on this as a group effort, that is fine. Just make sure your essay has all the name of the group members. And besides, once you read this story you may just find working with a partner will make it that much more enjoyable and memorable." As the class dismissed everyone filed out except for Jenna who purposely stayed behind to wait on me. "So sweetie, you hungry," Jenna said as she zipped up her bag. "Yeah I am," I replied "Great, how about you and me grab a bite somewhere and we can discuss our mutual classes. "Sounds great," I replied "Where?" "How about Rolly's Truck Stop and Diner," Jenna suggested "They have great food and they have quiet booths where we can talk." "Sounds like a plan to me," I replied, "However, I will need a lift. Since I live practically on campus I didn't bring my car." "I think we can work out something out," Jenna said with a naughty wink licking her lips. "Come, lets go get something to eat," she said as she took my hand in hers and we walked hand in hand to her red convertible which was parked just outside the Business building halfway across campus on the other side of the large quad. As we walked, Jenna took out her leather cigarette case and lit one up. "Would you like a ciggy hun," she said with a smile. "Sure I could use one after that class tonight," I replied. "That paper in lit class looks like its going to be a ball buster." "Know what you mean hun," Jenna said with a smile, "but don't worry sugar, I am kinda good at bullshitting my way through lit papers so I will give you a hand. Besides, I am going to need help in Bio so I figure we can work out some mutual beneficial agreement." "Sounds like a good game plan to me." I replied. "And besides," Jenna added, "it's always more fun to study when you gotta a study buddy," she said with a naughty wink, implying that she wanted to do much more with me than just study bookwork. There was a slight nip in the air that night and I noticed Jenna was getting a bit chilly as was I. The long sleeve indigo colored soft denim shirt and olive casual slacks I was wearing may have been okay for the office and the classroom, but since the sun had gone down, the temperature had dropped into the upper 50's and the wind was blowing, a jacket would have been much better. " Damn, I knew I should have brought my jacket," Jenna said in a huff of frustration. Sensing the cue that I could score points and have a "valid" reason to have Jenna close to me I said "Come on hun and snuggle close to me." "Mmmmm, I must say that sounds better than wearing a jacket," Jenna said with a purr. Jenna snuggled up next to me and with a sultry voice said "Oh yes baby this is much better." Our pace slowed as I had my arm around Jenna's waist and she had hers around mine with her hand in my back pants pocket. She put her head on my shoulder and smiled up at me The spark was there and we stopped beneath a huge oak tree that was on the quad. Without saying a word we both knew what the other wanted, which was a kiss, yet in hesitation I wasn't quite sure, but I pressed my lips into Jenna's hoping for the best. Much to my delight she responded well deepening the kisses and probing her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, our hands found there way over each other's bodies and we pressed into one another as we continued our breath taking tonsil swabbing French kisses. A cool breeze blew over us as we kissed and the leaves were rustling in the trees and the ones that had fallen on the ground rustled as well. Not too many people were around so Jenna pushed her crotch against my growing hard on and slowly grinded her crotch against mine. . Even if they had been, I don't think we would have cared. It was as fate had ordained that time and place for us to kiss and seal the beginning of our exciting sensual loving and lascivious relationship. As we broke the kisses I knew we had fulfilled our desires for the moment. The awkwardness of breaking that first barrier was gone and we both knew now we could carry on with our relationship at a comfortable pace. As we approached her car which was nice new dark maroon convertible Mercedes 450 SLC I opened the door for her and Jenna smiled saying "Ohhhhh, a gentleman and a scholar." We drove the 30 minutes to Rolly's Truck stop and once there Dianna our waitress brought us our drinks and food. We sat close together holding hands and got to know each other better and Jenna's hand would finds its way on to my cock and softly stroke it. We spent about an hour to an hour and a half talking about us and eventually we got back around to school work. "Hey sugar, why don't you come over to my place Saturday morning around 11 O'clock and we could spend the day together working on that paper and you could help me with that Biology." "Sounds good to me hun," I replied. "I will just need directions to your house." "It's easy to find sweetie," Jenna said and she wrote them down. "To tell you the truth I would invite you in tonight but my aunt from out of town is staying with me for a few days and well, she is one of these old maid types, very prudish so I rather not upset her, you know how that goes. "Yeah," I replied with smile." I know where your coming from on that. I had an aunt much like her" "Well anyway sugar, she should be leaving about 10:00 after we have our traditional last breakfast together at IHOP so that should give me enough time to get home and get ready." "Sounds good," I replied "Oh yeah hun, "Jenna said as a sly devilish grin came over her face. "You might just wanna pack a toothbrush," as she gave me a naughty wink. "Well sweetie it's getting late and we both gotta got to work tomorrow so let me give you a ride to your place and we will say our goodnights until Saturday morning when we can have no one but us." Jenna drove me back to my apartment which was just on the edge of campus As Jenna walked me to the door, I unlocked it and had it slightly open as we turned to give each other what we thought would be just a simple goodnight kiss but for some reason I kept the porch light off. Instead of it being just a simple kiss goodnight, one kiss led to another than another which led to our bodies pressing into each other and our hands caressing each other's "vital" areas. Neither of us wanted to stop. Jenna's hand found its way inside my pants and grabbed my already pulsating erect 8 inch cock and began stroking it. With Jenna's help, my hand found its way inside her panties and I began fingering her nicely shaven wet cunt. Our passions rose as we feverishly did our best to satisfy each other's carnal urges. It was all I could do to keep from coming but I didn't try to fight it and let Jenna make me spew my load inside my pants. At the same time, Jenna was panting and I could feel her juices trickle and within a minute of me cumming she came all over my hand. As we caught our breath we both saw the couch in the living room area beckoning us to it and for a few seconds considered quite strongly throwing caution to the wind and continuing our passions and going all the way. However, Jenna, with great hesitation said "Sweetie I would love to continue this tonight but it's getting late both of us have to get up early for work tomorrow. " "Anyhow we have Saturday, and who knows how much after that," Jenna added "So, we best call it a night before we start something we can't finish." With that we reluctantly said our goodnights and I watched Jenna drive away blowing me a kiss. I thought Saturday morning would never get here. All day at work that Friday I could not stop thinking about Jenna although she did call several times and we talked a bit. Friday night was a killer. The only relief I had that night was an old Fredrick's catalog left by the tenant before me and "Rosey" and her five friends. However that would not be enough so I decided to go to one of the titty bars just outside of town and paid the 40 bucks for a private lap dance in which the hot little blonde vixen named Amber would give my cock a good ride and make me cream in my pants. Finally Saturday morning arrived and I awoke early and counted the hours then after wanking to relieve the sexual frustration I showered, threw on an old pair of jeans and a blue long sleeve light weight fleece shirt and tennis shoes, packed my books and out of lustful hopes three changes of clothing and drove the 15 minutes to her place. It was down from the campus on a country road known as "Coon-Dog Trace." Her place was a nice looking log-cabin styled double wide trailer set on an acre and a half of land off from the road on a hill. I drove up the gravel drive and walked up to the porch and rang the bell. I heard foot steps coming towards the door and was greeted by Jenna wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and a long sleeve pull over blue and green striped shirt with a plunging neck line. "Hey Sweetie," Jenna said as she hugged me and laid a big kiss on my lips. "Come on in and lets get this party started." She told me to have a seat on the sofa and asked me if I wanted something to drink, maybe a beer or something. "I'm drinking a 7 and 7" she said with a smile, dropping a hint "I think I'll have that," I replied. She brought me the drink and had a seat on the sofa next to me and we kissed as she began to stroke the back of my neck. "Wanna hit sweetie," Jenna said smiling lighting a funny looking homemade cigarette, taking a long puff and then handing to me.. "What is it," I inquired. "A joint silly," Jenna laughed as she exhaled "Go on it won't bite ya." I took hit and held it as long as I could then blew out the smoke then I took another and soon I was feeling a good "buzz." "God I thought today would never get here," Jenna said with a lustful moan, taking the final long drag of the joint and then snuffed it out, "and I thought my Aunt Marcie would never leave this morning. To tell you the truth hun I have gone through a new set of batteries in my dildo trying to satisfy my urges." "It's a good thing I gotta private office at work," Jenna added with a laugh as she lit up another and handed it to me. "When I was talking to you on the phone yesterday, I was frigging myself silly with my vibrator under the desk. I am sure you could tell by the passions in my voice." "Oh yeah," I gulped taking a breath. "That was quite good I must say." "I tell you one thing hun," Jenna said. "Reading that story in lit class sure didn't help matters none." "I wouldn't know, " I replied sheepishly. "I was too afraid that it would only frustrate me more." "Oh sweetie, you haven't read it yet," Jenna said with surprise snuffing out the joint. "Oh hun you must. It will get your juices going. Come let's go to my room and read it together. After all, Professor Johnson said it was much better read with a partner, and who knows, we may just find our own interpretation " Jenna sat her glass down on the table and took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom where her book was laid open on her huge 4 poster king sized bed. "Come hun sit on the bed," Jenna said as she patted the mattress so I sat next to her on the bed and we both began reading the story while she read it aloud. As Jenna read I could tell she was becoming aroused because her voice became more and more intense and it had that sensual erotic sultry tone that came from reading erotic material. Also as she read, her hands began to trace over her body and over mine as she would stress certain acts and soon her hand found its way between her legs and slowly began rubbing her crotch. As difficult and intense as it was to read, Jenna finally finished. "See what I mean hun," Jenna said sounding winded and out of breath. "It was all I could do to keep from ripping my clothes off and masturbating right here in front of you." "That wouldn't have been a bad thing," I said to her seeing that I would have loved to seen that and hopefully help." "Well to be perfectly honest with you," Jenna said looking me straight dead in the eye, "what I really wanted to do was to rip your clothes of and jump your bones right here and now." "So what's stopping you sweetie," I boldly said and with that laid back on my elbows and invited Jenna undress me. "Mmmmmm baby I thought you would never ask," Jenna purred with a lustful moan and pulled off her shirt to reveal her sumptuous breasts. Jenna then took my shirt at the bottom and slid it over my head and laid me down on my back. Crawling on top of me she laid herself against me so that her sumptuous soft breasts were pressed against my bare muscular chest. Jenna and I passionately kissed as our partially naked bodies rubbed up against each others. Jenna then would raise up unfasten her jeans and pull them off exposing her beautiful pink shaven pussy. After Jenna undressed, she unbuckled my belt, unfastened my jeans and pulled them along with my underwear off so that we were both naked as a jay bird. Jenna would lay on top of me once again. Our bodies would move together as one as we passionately embraced and kiss. Our hands would move up and down the other. My huge rock hard pulsating cock was at its maximum length and was rubbing against Jenna's warm and inviting pussy. Without saying a word, she took it in her hand and guided it into her pussy and it fit like the finest smoothest silk glove. Jenna rose up and began fucking me cowgirl style, slowly at first then built up speed. I put my hands on her hips and guided her motions as I just laid back and enjoyed the ride, "Oh baby you don't know how long I have waited for this feeling again," Jenna softly moaned. "It's been almost two years since I have had a good fuck and felt a man's cock deep with in me." Jenna gradually built up speed and I could feel my hot cock fill with it's spunk and knew I wouldn't be long until I would cum. Jenna sensed my pleasure reaching its peek and she slowed her motions down so that the were long and intense. Tried as I may, I could hold back no longer and spunked my hot manhood deep into Jenna's eagerly waiting pussy "Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s", she moaned as I continued to spunk my load deep into her. Jenna in turn flooded my cock with her hot sticky cum "Do me doggie style, baby," Jenna purred. "I want you to pound me hard fast and furiously. I am your hot little naughty slut to do with as you please." I turned her over so that she was now on her hands and knees and Jenna grabbed the headboard and let out a moan of pleasure as I entered her hot wet cunt from behind. I would move slow at first then gradually build up speed until I was pounding her like a pile-driver. "Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s," Jenna gasped as her pleasures rose. I knew it wouldn't be long until she would cum so I grabbed her with my arm, pulled her upright so that she was only on her knees and began to nibble and bite the flesh on her neck. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body and son it was all Jenna could do to hold it back. She let go and as she did. She dropped to her elbows, bit the pillow and cried out in pleasure as she came flooding my cock with her hot sticky cream. Study Buddies Studying. Just one of those facts of college life. Me and Becky, friends since freshman year, roommates for several months. "Who was that girl who said 'Hi' to you when we were walking through the union?" I asked. "Oh that was Trish. She was in my poli-sci class last semester." "Hmm. She really lit up when she saw you," I observed. "What do you mean?" Becky asked, looking up from her book, smiling slightly, one hand playing with the dark, wavy hair that fell over her shoulder. "I mean her face was one big smile when she spotted you, and she practically ran up to us. She was really anxious to get you in that discussion group she's organizing." "Yeah she's real jazzed about that," Becky said, looking back down at her book. Silence fell and I tried to study. But my mind wandered. There was something odd about the breathless pleasure Becky's friend had showed on seeing her. Then I remembered something. "Hey wasn't it Trish you helped with all that cramming last month?" "Yeah, she got way behind and I helped her out." "And you spent the night at her place once?" "Uh-huh, just before mid-terms." Silence fell again, and I turned a page. A few minutes passed, but I couldn't concentrate. Then Trish's face reappeared in my mind's eye ... smiling, excited, flushed a bright pink ... all the signs of ... "HEY!" "She's into you!" I blurted, and Becky looked up. "What?" "She's into you! Not just study buddies. She's got the hots for you!" "Don't be silly," Becky said, but her eyes slid away from mine. Ah-HAH! "You KNOW she's into you! God is she gay?" "Not as far as I know," Becky said, but her gaze still evaded mine. "Has she come on to you? Did she make a move when you stayed at her place?" I asked. I waited expectantly. "Nothing like that," she said, her eyes fixed on her open book. "You're lying," I declared, sure of it. Classwork forgotten, I wanted details, and I knew Becky was holding out. "It's not what you think," Becky said, but she looked me in the eyes and I knew I was going to get the truth. "Actually ... I made a move on her." My mouth dropped open. "Ohmygod!" I said, stunned. I had no idea Becky was lesbian. In fact, until that moment I was sure she was straight. I'd heard the evidence twice when she did guys in her room, separated from mine by a very thin wall. Becky was staring me down, her gaze unwavering. "Yeah. I made a move on her. I wore a t-shirt with no bra and watched to see if she would look at my tits. She did ... and pretended she didn't. Then she looked some more. So I brushed a tit against her while reaching for a book. It totally distracted her. She got flushed and tried not to look at my boobs, but her hands were shaking. Then I tried a peck on her cheek, and she right away started frenching me. I pulled up my shirt and shoved a tit in her mouth while I was yanking her top off. I got her naked and humped her 'til she came. Then I made her finger-fuck me until I came. And then I sat on her face and made her lick me until I came again." I was speechless. "It turns out she really likes a couple of fingers in her while you're licking her clit. That gets her hot! Plus, pinching her nipples when she starts to cum makes her blow up like a bomb." Did I mention I was speechless. I'd had a lesbian friend in my drama class in high school. For a second I wondered what became of her. Now my best friend at college was coming out. Or so I thought. "To answer your next question, I'm not gay," Becky said. "You're not?" I blurted, confused. "Nope. I like guys better, but girls are great, too. And with girls you don't have to worry about getting pregnant." She told me how an older cousin taught her to finger-fuck when she was barely in her teens. Long before she had her first date with a guy, she and her cousin were fingering each other to bliss on a regular basis. At first she didn't even realize it was out of the ordinary. She learned about eating pussy from reading Cosmo, then experimented with her cousin. "You don't have to be a lesbian to have sex with girls," Becky explained. "You just have to like sex more than you like guys." I looked at her, half skeptical, half confused. "Listen," she said, leaning forward. "Haven't you ever laid in bed alone, aching for a fuck, but fed up with every guy you know. You know what I mean ... fed up with their lies, their demands and their endless bullshit games. Don't you get sick of waiting for one of them to grow up and be worth a shit!" "Sure, guys can be assholes," I countered, "but there ARE such things as dildos." "Right!" she cried. "I couldn't live without my vibrator. But sometimes it is, ... JUST! ... ... NOT! ... ... ENOUGH! ... Sometimes I want to touch somebody. I NEED SKIN! And I want somebody doing it to me instead of doing it to myself." I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off. "Lots of girls are curious about other girls," she explained. "Maybe one in 10 will kiss another girl sober, and that's mostly if they can do it in private with somebody hot. "But of girls who have had at least two drinks ... I'd say three out of 10 will kiss another girl. Some will go farther -- titty play, naked hugging, whatever. "But if I can get my hand on a girl's pussy I can make her cum. And if I can make a girl cum, nearly all will finger-fuck me." I couldn't think of a thing to say. "And there's another thing," she said, pausing for a few seconds. "There's this thing you don't understand until you do it." She stared intently into my face. "I never suspected this ... but ... it's a huge rush to make a girl cum." "Huh?" I said brilliantly. Her eyes became distant. "It makes me feel so powerful when a girl starts to moan and gasp for air, and she starts to hump and then ... then she explodes and she wails and ... and each one is different. Some scream, some moan, some are so quiet you can barely tell, but you know they're cumming and cumming hard because YOU made them cum!" We were both silent for a moment. "So if you're diddling these straight girls," I finally said. "What's the point? They're straight. They don't know how to make you feel good." "Actually you're wrong about that," Becky said. "Any girl who has ever fingered herself, or gotten head knows what to do. And if she gets off track, I just tell her what I want. It's easier to tell a girl what feels good. They don't get all offended, like you're saying they're bad in bed." "But don't straight girls get 'icked when you want 'em to eat at the Y?" "Most straight chicks won't eat you the first time, but after you eat them once or twice they think, 'Well, she likes it!' Then I think they get curious," Becky said. "The girls I've done ...... some wound up licking when it was their turn. And most of the ones who won't eat pussy will finger-fuck you," Becky said. "It's pretty hot fingering a girl who's fingering you at the same time, seeing who can make the other cum first. "Most girls who'll kiss you will let you feel their titties. And then maybe they'll grab yours. Everybody likes tits, and everybody likes their tits played with by somebody who knows how. But a lot just won't go any further. They won't touch your cooz and won't let you touch theirs. That's okay. Kissing and titty play is still fun. I can get myself off later." "And I've gotten really good at reading the signals. Girls who aren't interested will throw out a stop sign right away. But one girl who stopped me came back a couple of weeks later ... and let me know she was curious." "Have you done it with any lesbians?" I asked curiously. "A couple. They're really good at the sex, but they hate it that I like guys. And there's still nothing better than a guy who likes you and really knows his shit in bed." By this time my puss was feeling warm and moist, and I was very aware of my my boobs. I only have a C cup, but my upper body is slender so they look bigger. I was glad I was wearing a bra because my nipples felt hard. I was breathing deeper than usual and my face felt flushed. I wanted to go to my room and get off. But then Becky would know I was getting hot. And what would happen then? My head was swimming, trying to adjust to the idea of my best friend seducing girls. I had to get away someplace where I could absorb the news in private. "Well I'm off to the library," I said, standing up and gathering my books. I got out of there in a hurry while Becky watched me go. Confused thoughts whirled through my head as I walked across campus. Was I that clueless? Sure we had our own lives, but why hadn't I noticed Becky was into girls? Then I remembered returning to our place late one Sunday after a weekend at home. Becky had been lying nude among her twisted sheets looking all tired and satisfied. Hell, her room reeked of pussy. I didn't ask, but I assumed she'd gotten lucky with a guy. Maybe it had been a girl? And why hadn't she made a move on me? Maybe she didn't want to get involved with somebody she lived with? Or maybe she wasn't attracted to me? Surely I wasn't THAT bad! Shit! This was going to change things. People on campus had to know Becky was doing girls. News travels fast at our school, and gossip travels even faster. Did people assume Becky and I were shacking? Did any guys know? Should I think about getting my own place? Was I attracted to Becky? She was pretty, no doubt, with big firm tits and a tight ass, but my mind just wouldn't picture the two of us in bed ... kissing ... licking. And I didn't believe what she said about all the girls who were supposedly curious about girls. Could there be that many? Yeah, I notice a great body when I see one. But had I ever really been attracted? Not really. I'd spent most of my life trying to catch the eye of one guy or another. Girls were ... girls. Guys turned me on. Arriving at the library, I found a couple of articles I needed and took them to a study carrel in a deserted part of the third floor stacks. I mused over Becky's revelation for awhile, then began to read my articles. Fifteen minutes later somebody took the next carrel, separated from mine by a thin partition. I heard pages turning and paper shuffling, nothing more. I was starting to make progress on my paper when my pen started to leak ink ... just small blots at first, then a flood as the ballpoint fell apart. There was ink everywhere! Disgusted, I mopped up, threw the pen away and looked for my spare. CRAP! I had loaned my spare to somebody in class the day before. I cursed. A vending machine in the lobby sold ballpoints, but that was a long walk and I didn't have any change. Could I get change at the desk? Maybe I could borrow a pen from the person in the next carrel? I stood up, walked around to the other side and got a surprise. It was Trish. She looked up from her books as I stopped beside her chair. "Oh, hi," I said, surprised. "Uh, my pen started leaking and I was wondering if you had one I could borrow?" Trish gaped at me for a moment, then recovered a little. "Yeah ... uh, sure. I have an extra. Let me just find it." She dug around in a backpack at her feet and I had time to notice she was blushing. Her left cheek showed a definite flush. "Uh-oh," I thought. "She knows I'm Becky's roommate. She probably thinks I know all about them fucking." Then I blushed myself, remembering I DID know about it ... as of an hour ago. Trish didn't look anything like the "out" lesbians I know. In fact, she was pretty, petite and girly. Her shoulder-length hair was styled and she wore light makeup. She had on a blouse and a casual skirt. Who wears a skirt to the library? A little over 5-feet, Trish had a gymnast's build including strong-looking legs and a pair of small, round tits in a bra she really didn't need. For a second I pictured her and Becky naked in bed, then I forced my mind back to the present. Trish was handing me a pen. "Thanks, I'll get this back to you," I said, and beat a hasty retreat. Back in my carrel I had a hard time concentrating on my work. My mind kept drifting back to Trish just a few feet away. I wondered if she was gay, but in the closet, or straight like Becky, but turned on by girls, too. I tried to remember any gossip about her, and came up blank. Then I pictured Trish handing me the pen and realized ... she wasn't looking at my face when she held out the pen. She was looking straight ahead, eye-level with my tits. Hmm. Was she looking at my tits? Or was she just avoiding looking me in the eye? I felt a wave of heat roll through my body, my face flushing again. I remembered Becky's words ... " I pulled up my shirt and shoved a tit in her mouth ..." Would that have worked if Trish wasn't interested? Doubtful. Then an awful idea occurred to me. What would happen if I shoved a tit in Trish's face? I love, love, love, having my nipples sucked, but would it feel the same with a girl? Would a girl really do it better than a guy? Some guys drive me crazy mouthing my nipples, but most are too rough, or don't take the time. It's too bad I'd broken up with my boyfriend over the summer and hadn't found a new one. Several months without sex were not helping me think straight. I'm not as bold as Becky, and I hadn't been playing with girls for years. I could never brush a tit against another girl to see if she reacted. But I already knew Trish was interested in girls ... at least one girl ... and she was sitting in the next carrel. The stacks were quiet and empty. Had she really been looking at my tits? Could I do it? Show her something and see if she responded? What if she ignored me? Could I make it subtle? No. Too subtle, and nothing would happen. Trish was turned on by Becky, but Becky had bigger tits than me. And Trish had not made the first move. Without consciously deciding, I carefully removed my sweater. I looked down at myself. I do have good tits, round and firm with very little sag. My big, puffy nipples had embarrassed me before, so I always wore a bra, this time under a man's dress shirt. When I arched my back a little gap appeared between the buttons. Would that be enough to tempt Trish? Slowly, glancing around, I opened my shirt, removed my bra, and put my shirt back on. I left the top two buttons undone and the shirttails loose. I stuffed the bra in the bottom of my backpack. This was the point of no return. My pulse was pounding and my whole body was flushed and warm. The itchy feeling between my legs meant I was seriously horny. I pinched my nipples to get them erect. Then I stood up, feeling clumsy and hyper-aware of my arms and legs moving. I walked around to Trish's carrel and stood beside her. My nipples made big bumps in my shirt. She looked up, her deep brown eyes widened and she gave a little gasp. Her eyes went from my tits to my face and back to my tits. A deep pink flush rose in her pretty face. "Sorry Trish, but the pen you gave me ran out of ink. Do you have another?" She was speechless for a moment, then silently turned away to dig in her backpack. Still ready to flee, I took a step closer. When she turned back my tits were only inches from her face. Now she had no choice but to look at my breasts ... and she wasn't turning away! In fact she was staring with ... what? ... desire? fascination? "Uh ... mmm," she whispered vaguely and then the tip of her pink tongue licked quickly across her upper lip. She probably didn't even know she did it, but that decided me. I reached up and slowly unbuttoned my third button. My shirt hung open and I simply pulled one side wide, revealing my left tit. My nipple was hard, and dark compared with my pale breast. Trish groaned and in an instant her mouth was on me, sucking hungrily at my nipple. Her hands came up and cupped my breast, Holding it firmly, pulling me to her. At first she was too eager, too needy. She suckled too hard, but I didn't care. I was conscious only of jets of pleasure bursting from my nipple to rocket throughout my body. My wet pussy ached to be filled and I had to stifle a low moan of arousal. I put my hands on Trish's head and pulled her hungry mouth against my tit. God she was sucking me good! I stood there for a good three minutes while another girl worshipped my tit, occasionally glancing around to make sure we were alone. Then I pulled my shirt wide and guided my neglected right breast to her mouth. If anything my right nipple was harder, her mouth more demanding, the pleasure more intense. I couldn't stifle the moan that escaped me. "AaaaaahhmmmmmMMMMM!" Looking down at Trish's face pressed eagerly against my tit, I suddenly wanted to do something to her. I tried getting my hand down the neck of her blouse, but there wasn't room. So I just grabbed the collar and gave a hard tug. The top button popped out or flew off, I didn't care which, and my hand was sliding across the smooth, warm skin of her chest. I cupped a tit through her bra and gave it a squeeze, but she didn't react. I wanted her to react, so I roughly pulled her bra up and off her tit and quickly found her nipple ... a stiff little bump. I pinched it hard and her teeth bit into my nipple in response. I jerked helplessly and my pussy contracted. Soon I was pinching and stroking her nipple while she sucked and nipped at mine. I knew our sighs and moans were getting too loud, but I couldn't stop myself. My senses were swimming and my heart thumping with sex-hunger. I could feel wetness in the crotch of my panties. I knew I had to have more and it no longer mattered that Trish was a girl. My pussy needed attention and she was going to provide it! I hastily opened my jeans and pushed them and my panties to my knees. The musky scent of warm pussy suddenly hung in the air. Then I took Trish's hand and pressed it against my hairy 'V.' She never hesitated, but quickly parted my labia, found my hole and slid two fingers inside me. I sighed as I felt her enter me, willing her to go deeper. Meanwhile her thumb began rubbing the top of my slit where my clit was a hard little nub, eager for stimulation. Her mouth never left my nipple. My knees buckled momentarily when she found my clit, but I caught myself. Now one of my hands was pulling her head against my breast while the other held onto the side of the carrel to keep from collapsing. I started thrusting my hips to encourage the invasion of her fingers, sliding slowly in and out. And Trish began finger-fucking me a little deeper and a little faster. "Uh-uh-uh-uh!" I panted, trying to spread my legs wider. "Mmm-uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Without warning she switched her mouth back to my left tit. Impossibly that nipple felt even harder and more sensitive than before and lightning bolts of sensation went shooting between my breast and my pussy. God I was getting close! Now she was really attacking my pussy ... two fingers sliding and squelching as she thrust them inside me at a faster and faster pace. Her thumb rubbed the top of my slit with every penetration, adding to the stimulation. Aroused beyond all control I wanted to attack Trish's body, to feel and taste her, but I could barely hold myself upright against the rising waves of pleasure. Three times I felt my climax approaching and three times my knees buckled, threatening to drop me to the floor ... away from Trish's fingers in my pussy and her mouth sucking my nipple. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay upright. Then a final wave burst over me and I was cumming ... cumming so hard that I had to cover my mouth with both hands so I wouldn't be heard all over the library. And she kept fucking me with her hand, and sucking me with all her might. "AAAAGH!" I thrust my pussy against her fingers. "AAAAGH!" I pushed my tit against her eager mouth. Study Buddies "AAAAGH!" I welcomed the thrumming of her thumb on my clit. "AAAAGH!" "AAAAGH!" "AAAAGH!" "AAAAAAAAAAAGH!" I cried, writhing under Trish's assault. It seemed like I stood there forever, remaining upright by sheer willpower as her hand fucked me slower and slower, then stopped inside me. And her mouth became softer on my tit, her tongue caressing lightly. At least another girl understands what an oversensitive clit and nipple feel like. Finally Trish let her fingers slip slowly out of me and I sighed at the empty feeling between my legs. And her lips released my swollen, tender nipple. Shaky and slow, I pulled up my pants and closed my shirt while Trish watched. I looked down at her flushed, pretty face. "Come to my place," I croaked hoarsely, and she nodded shyly and began collecting her books. Study Buddy Valerie was a porn movie stereotype, but she didn't know it. Quiet and studious, she wore glasses and always had her permed black hair back in a ponytail. When I asked if she ever dressed up, she said, "I don't have time to go out." I usually walked her back to her dorm after our calculus class. "You're such a gentleman," she told me in her soft Southern accent. If only she knew the thoughts I had about her. I wanted to reach under those loose t-shirts and grab her firm breasts, take off those jeans and smack her curvy black ass, hold that ponytail and ride her until I was spent. But it could only be a fantasy. Valerie had no idea how beautiful she was, and even if she did, I was so deeply in the friend zone I might as well be gay. "Have you ever dated anyone?" I asked on one of our walks. "I went on a date freshman year. He kissed me," She smiled, as if that had been a major milestone. "You do realize that a lot more than kissing usually happens in college?" She shrugged. By now she was used to my surprise about her lack of experience. She was a college sophomore, but she had never masturbated until she got on campus. "My parents would have been mad if we'd done anything else." "That's why you don't tell your parents!" "Easy for you to say. You're old." "I'm not old!" I protested, and she smirked. I was in my thirties, a non traditional student coming back to get my degree after too many years in the service. I had street smarts, but when it came to the books I was usually lost. Valerie had come to my rescue, shyly offering to tutor me one day when she saw my failing test score. She was a good teacher, but our study sessions always left me aching for a different kind of lesson. "Anyway, I was afraid to do anything with him," she continued talking. "I just don't know how all of that works." "All of what? Insert rod A into slot B and you're done." I felt like I had to censor my language around her. Her delicate sensibilities might be hurt if I used words like fuck and cock. Even now, my simple description made her blush. "What's so hard about that?" "I don't know," she stammered. "I just..." we were at her dorm, so I let her off the hook. "You need to enjoy life a little. You should come out with my boys and me on Saturday." She wrinkled her nose. Adorable. "We have our midterm on Monday morning." "So we'll spend Sunday studying. You can stay at my house Saturday night." It was a loaded suggestion, but like the good girl she was, she considered it in practical terms. "That'll be good. But we can't stay out too late." "I'll have you in bed by midnight. Scout's honor." She would be in bed, but if I had my way, we would be up all night. I invited my friends out with me on Saturday night, but I didn't tell them about my planned sleepover. To them, Valerie was a lost cause. Some had already hit on her and struck out, while the others thought she was too nerdy. I guess I was the only one who saw the potential sex kitten, the proverbial lady on the streets and freak in the bed. I just needed to unlock her potential, if she was willing. "Are you going to let me be your boyfriend tonight?" I asked when I picked her up. She had dressed up a little more, ditching her glasses, combing her hair down, and wearing a tight shiny top she must have borrowed from her roommate. "Sure, you can protect me from the skeezy guys." Her mind always went to the most proper interpretation. It was cute. "I was thinking more along the lines of feeling you up all night." She gasped, and I laughed. "That's what boyfriends do, right?" "Not mine," she said, squirming in her seat. "They always act like gentlemen." "Oh I'll be a gentleman, but I want something in return." She frowned at me, and I knew she was figuring out my intentions. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." "I don't know what I do want to do," she said shyly. "You know I've never done any of that." "That's ok, I just want to help you figure it out." I was proud of myself for explaining it so unselfishly. "That's sweet," she said, relaxing. "I've always thought you were cute anyway." "Oh really? Have you had any fantasies about me?" I could see the blood darkening her dark skin. "Maybe." "You bad, bad girl," I teased. "Do your parents know you're going out with a boy tonight?" "I told them we had to study tomorrow. I didn't say I was sleeping over." So she wasn't so naive after all. "You're an adult now, so you don't have to tell them anything. And we don't have to do anything you don't want to." I repeated, meaning it. My cock was already stiff thinking of the possibilities, but I couldn't betray the trust of my beautiful study partner. We went to some of the bars in town and had a good time. My friends were rowdy, but I stayed close to Valerie as she shyly stood at the bar or along the wall. She may have had two whole drinks the entire night, and I was fine with that. I even limited my number, just to be sure I didn't go too far later. I did take the opportunity to tease her, sometimes standing behind her and pressing myself against her ass. When I placed my hands on her smooth belly, she grabbed them before they could run up to her breasts. I couldn't see her face in the dim light, but she would arch her back, pressing her hips against mine. I wondered what those fantasies had been about. I imagined her naked on her dorm bed, fingering her pussy as she thought about me fucking her. Maybe she was dreaming of a wedding night, maybe she was thinking of naughty sex in the classroom. Either way, I imagined her scrunching up her face, gasping and trembling as she brought herself to orgasm. I couldn't wait until we got back home. She seemed nervous when we got to my house. She wasn't talking at all as we got ready for bed. I simply threw on boxers and a t-shirt, but, like every black woman I knew, she had an elaborate bedtime ritual that included tying up her hair and dressing in long pajamas. When she finally joined me in bed, she said quietly, "Can we wait to do anything until later?" I nodded, and she turned on her side to go to sleep. I was already hard, but a promise is a promise. I eventually fell asleep without taking care of it. Sometime later, I felt her tossing and whispering in her sleep. I sat up and looked over at her. Locks of hair had fallen from her do rag, and her mouth was moving with her eyes still closed. She had pushed the sheets down to her legs, and her shirt had moved up, exposing her smooth, flat stomach. I couldn't help but reach out and touch her chocolate skin. She murmured in response and turned on her back toward me. The shirt rode higher, and I could see her ribcage and the barest hint of a breast underneath. She wasn't wearing a bra, and my cock twitched at the thought of squeezing those juicy orbs. Instead, I pushed my hand lower over the curve of her hips. She lifted them slightly, and my hand slid closer to her mound. Underneath her pants I could feel her pubes and smooth skin. She wasn't wearing panties, either. There was no point in stopping now. I slid my hand under the waistband and down into her bush. All natural, but neatly trimmed. I continued toward the warmth between her thighs. Valerie moaned and lifted up toward my fingers. Encouraged, I pressed down to find her soft pussy lips. She sighed and opened her legs wider. Her snatch was already wet, and I dipped a finger in to coat her swollen clit. She moaned and pushed against me again. I made slow circles around her, alternating with quick flicks. She rocked her hips and squirmed, but a quick glance confirmed she still had her eyes closed. After a couple of minutes her breath got faster, and then she shuddered under my hand. I was so horny it was painful. I ran my hand back up her stomach and cupped one of her firm breasts. Strangely enough, that was what woke her. Her eyes flew open, and she looked at me with confusion. Her hands covered mine, and she looked down. She gasped and pulled her legs up. "Oh God, that wasn't a dream," she said, closing her eyes again. "No, baby," I said, squeezing her breast. I rolled closer, pressing my cock against her thigh. She looked at me with wide eyes, then relaxed into a shy smile. "I was having a dirty dream," she said quietly. "I could tell." Her eyes narrowed again with worry. "Do you want to...do it?" I laughed. "Yeah, that would be nice. Whatever you want, though." She looked away, breathing slowly. "Will you be careful?" "Of course, baby." I meant it, though I would have said anything to relieve the burning inside me. She considered it a little longer, then smiled at me. "Ok." I rolled out of bed and fumbled through the side table for a condom. I didn't consider myself a player, but a man always had to be prepared. I stripped off my shirt and boxers before climbing back in bed. She had also gotten naked, and I took a minute to admire her young body. "You are so beautiful," I told her, and she blushed. I ran my hand over her slim shoulders, then down to circle each breast and the erect nipples. I squeezed one of them, and she gasped and slapped my hand away. I laughed and continued my exploration. I caressed her flat belly and then rubbed her wide but firm thighs. She opened her legs again but I ignored her, bending down to stroke her knee and shin. She pulled her feet away before I could tickle them, and I said, "Uh oh, someone's ticklish." "Don't," she said, but I grabbed her foot and soon had her giggling and fighting me. She was so sweet, innocent and sexy at the same time. How could I be so lucky to be this girl's first? "Hey, we don't have to do this if you don't want to," I said. Valerie looked at me seriously. "I've got to teach you things, now you get to teach me things," she said, ever practical. "Besides, I'm tired of everyone treating me like I'm a baby." "You're definitely not a baby," I said, rubbing her breasts again. "You're a gorgeous, sexy woman." I leaned over and kissed her lips. She kissed back, shyly at first, then with more confidence. She placed a hand on my chest. She slowly trailed down to my stomach, then jumped to my crotch. After touching me, she gasped and pulled back. I chuckled. I knew I had larger than average equipment, but it must have felt huge to someone with no experience. She rounded her lips, like she did when solving an equation, and reached out again. Her cautious exploration drove me crazy, and it was all I could do to not roll her on her back and take her right then. As she touched, her breathing got heavier and she started rubbing her legs together. I took it as a good sign and stroked her back and ass. Finally she looked up at me, and I knew she was ready. I gently rolled her on her back and moved on top of her. I pressed my fingers in her pussy, happy to find it warm and dripping. I slid the condom on and moved between her legs. Very carefully I pressed my cock into her opening, and she grunted as I broke through the initial resistance. Her tight pussy felt so good, I almost came then and there. I took a breath to control myself, and then slowly buried myself deep inside her. "Are you ok?" I asked. She nodded. I gave her a kiss and started pumping my cock into her. She moaned and wiggled to match my rhythm. I tried to go slow, but I had almost reached my limit. She ran her hands down my back and dug her fingers into my hips. I took it as a signal to go faster. When I did, she moaned louder. I felt her pussy contracting around my shaft. She gave a short "ah" as her whole body started shaking underneath me. It was all I could take, and I shoved myself deep inside her, filling up my condom with streams of hot liquid. I held against her as long as I could before collapsing beside her. I could hear her breathing softly beside me. I looked, and she was smiling with her eyes closed. I got up to clean myself off. When I returned, Valerie climbed on my chest and gave me a kiss. "That was fun," she said brightly. "Yes it was. Now you know what should have happened on your first date." "Yeah, but I wouldn't have wanted to do it with him. I'm glad you were my first time." I pecked her cheek and said, "I'm glad you are my tutor." She laid her head on my chest, and I pulled the covers over her. Pretty soon, she was asleep again, but I stayed awake to savor her scent and touch. We would have more studying to do in the morning.