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College Life

By: MrIllusion



Note: I had hoped that my English (as a second language) would be good enough to skip such notes. But to forestall more comments, a small warning: there will be some spelling and grammer mistakes...

Here's how things are. I got a post, at barely 36 years old, as teacher in my local College, the very same place where I studied for my post-grad degree in psychology. It was close to the home I'd already settled in, no more than a 30 minutes drive. I love this region and had wanted to stay here all my life. I didn't have any women in my life right now, post-grad studies and full-time teaching taking too much of a toll on my time. 

Except for this last detail, everything was going perfectly. I had the job I had always dreamed about, close to home, in a place I really loved. The first weeks of teaching were, of course hellish: I had been given, by the older teachers, the worst classes. First year classes, groups of three to four hundred students, designed to discouraged those that didn't really fit into the psych department. Students fresh out of high-school with ideas of grandeur and a badly overestimation of their talents and potentials. After only a month I had received seven crying students in my office, most of them convinced that they were already great psychoanalysts but who somehow couldn't pass the most basic of exams...

It was hard. I hadn't thought about this part of the job, and I guess that psychology students were more prone to despair than most. I managed to salvage a few, offering them private lessons, but two of them had completely abandoned. Not only the class but had left College altogether. Now, two months into my first semester here, I had a total of eight students that regularly came to my office for those private lessons. I was happy to help, and as I was not already overwhelmed with research projects, I had ample time for them. 

And then, something I *should* have anticipated, hit me completely by surprise. The first time it happened I thought it was a fluke and would not happen again soon. Well, it happened again the following week. As the mid-terms were coming up, two girls in the class began trying to seduce me. At first it was quite subtle: bending over, wearing blouses opened one button too low, flashing great smiles... When I realized that they were trying to seduce me for grades, I was dismayed: how often do such things happen in real life?

Now, while I hadn't been one of the most popular guys during my student days, I'd had my share of girlfriends. Yet the kinds of girls that were interested in me never were those that, now, were trying to seduce me. A tall red head with salon commercial hair and an incredible figure; a short, incredibly cute blonde with big breasts; a brunette with a dazzling smile and an ass to die for; another model-type blonde that kept finding ways to rub against me; a raven-haired with thin silver glasses that only emphasized her pale grey eyes... Never before in my life had I been pursued by so many beautiful girls and young women. They kept laughing at my jokes, smiling warmly at me, sitting in first row and watching me as if what I was saying was utterly fascinating... 

But even if I had never been tempted so in my life before, even if I knew I could use my position to discover bodies I never dreamed of knowing before... I also knew that this very position was being endangered by those gorgeous girls. So, by a real effort of will I managed to politely turn them back. I always waited for them to do an obvious move, then gently told them that I wasn't interested. Usually they left my office, red-faced and embarrassed, but nothing worse. By the time November came to an end, I had even begun to bring a recorder to my office just in case one of those girls, frustrated, would try to fake her way into a legal revenge. 

I guess they had to determine if I was opened to such advances, and as I was a new teacher, they had no other way of knowing than trying it. And I was getting better at guessing which student would try such a ploy: they were all nicely dressed with expensive clothes, low-cut blouses and dresses, had just a bit more make-up than usual, their hair were always pulled up elaborately, and kept smiling like toothpaste spokespersons. So as the three difficult last weeks began, the last drive before the semester's final exams, I thought I had everything under control. 

That's when Milla came knocking at my office door. When I asked her to come in, I immediately saw that she was a surprisingly beautiful young woman. Nothing flashy or trendy, but when she gave me a faint smile before introducing herself, I knew that this was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Very nice figure with big, well-formed breasts. She was wearing old jeans and a tight white tee-shirt, her hair simply loose around her shoulders, going down to the middle of her back. She had no make-up on and was clearly troubled about something. Nowhere were those eternal smiles and compliments. And so, for all those reasons, I never saw her coming. 

When she turned around just before sitting down in front of me, I understood why jeans can be just as sexy as anything else. Despite being a slim, tall girl, she had a full ass, impossibly outlined by her old jeans. It looked hard, and judging by her thighs Milla was a girl who kept herself in great shape: they seemed lean and strong. Her ass, in addition to being so wonderfully full, would most probably be just as firm as those thighs. 

I shook my head and listened to her problem. She had had decent grades on the previous homeworks and exams, but felt that she was not able to deal with the latest subjects we had seen in class. She pulled out a list of things that were troubling her and we spent the next hour working through it. As time went by we got to know each other a bit better and the atmosphere was comfortably relaxed. She laughed at my jokes but not unduly, didn't try to push her breasts out or bend over to show me that incredible ass of hers. 

And that was a good thing too: I was really glad that I couldn't detect any suspicious behavior on her part. I think that she would have given me the hardest time of them all. But it was clear that she was understanding and learning, so I didn't think of getting my guard up. I discovered that she learned things differently than most people and that analogies often did the trick for her. I was glad to have realized this and spent the remainder of the hour trying to find relevant metaphors. 

When her hour was up and the following student knocked on my door, she gathered her things and left, thanking me with a quick smile. And with an unavoidable show of her ass as she walked out. Damn! I had never seen an ass that was flowing gracefully between womanly hips, so lovingly round and full, yet looked firm and trained like a tennis player's. I had never noticed her in the class, so she must sit in the back. Thank God! I spent the rest of the Friday afternoon in my office and then called a friend, Joey, asking him if he wanted to play tennis with me tonight...

The following Monday I watched for Milla in the class and saw her walking down the aisles to what must be her regular place. She didn't look at me while coming in, and even though I would have enjoyed her smile, I was also relieved. The three hour class went well, as most students knew that things would get hairy if they didn't listen. Some teases were still in the first row, flawlessly dressed and smiling: that was the girls that hadn't go too far yet. I hope that that they were listening, even if only a little, because they were not going to get freebies from me. Despite the fact that they all looked absolutely delicious!

The class cleared out slowly, as more students had questions for me after the class. Milla walked up to me and managed to quickly schedule another meeting for tomorrow. Quick smile, a swish of her long ponytail and she was gone. I barely had time to look at her jeans-clad ass before other student crowded in. Despite her remarkable beauty, she seemed to be like other honest students that really need my help. I smiled as the two remaining student, Stacy and Jill, scheduled meetings for tomorrow as well. They were the worst of the teases, and I guessed that tomorrow their true intentions would be revealed. 

The following evening, sipping a good whiskey alone in my living room, I thought about Marion, the friend that Joey had brought along last Friday. We had played mixed-doubles matches, as his steady girlfriend loved tennis as well. Marion, a good looking a fun-to-be-with brunette, had played with me, obviously. Joey's girlfriend always wanted to play with him. So she had spent the entire evening running around in front of me, often bent forward. She had a nice ass, but I couldn't get Milla's ass out of my mind. I had played badly even though we had had a great time the four of us together. 

Even the few glasses of wine at Joey's place had been really pleasant. Marion was a graduate philosophy student, and since she had started College late, she was not all that younger than me. And of course, Joey wanted to match us together. The wine helping, he nearly became to obvious about it at some point. We laughed about it, but I was not sure we were ready to talk about *that* so soon. We ended the night with the promise that we'd see each other again, and Marion even kissed my cheek before getting out of the car. I had, gallantly, offered her a ride back home. She was sweet and very quick-witted, but it was too soon for anything else. 

Something else that would happen too soon, I though while finishing my glass of single-malt Johnny Walker whiskey, was my second meeting with Milla. She was a gorgeous girl, had a dream-like body, was clearly a hardworking student... And that was about all I knew about her. It was fully possible that she was married and had three children! Heck, the wonderful shape of her breasts was possibly caused by the fact that she was still breastfeeding her last child! I laughed out loud at the thought. I didn't think it was the case, yet it was thinkable: I really didn't know anything about that girl, yet I kept thinking about her all the time... Perhaps it was time for me to give Marion a call and clear my head!

Well, I was right about Stacy and Jill. Both came at the appointed time but left quite a bit sooner. Jill had been quite vocal and explicit about what she was ready to do, but I had my clear refusal on tape and whatever she'd think of doing, I was safe. Or at least, as safe as I could be. Anyway, I was now waiting for Milla, the last appointment of the day. Had she known it was the last? Could she have know, when she asked me for the four o'clock slot? Who knew...

And anyway I had had a great conversation with Marion yesterday night, and we had scheduled another four-way date with Joey and his girlfriend. Tomorrow night, dinner and a movie. I couldn't believe how romantic *that* sounded, but she had gladly accepted. Now that I saw her in a new light, I tried remembering her body. She was a really good-looking girl, short-haired brunette with a tight body, slim hips and tight ass, with nicely-rounded breasts. And she had smelled really good when she leaned towards me to kiss my cheek last Friday. 

I was smiling at the memory when Milla knocked and entered as the door was already partly opened. Damn it she was beautiful! Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, she had jeans that looked like the same pair as the last time and a tight, dark red tee-shirt. She often wears those tee-shirts apparently, but it didn't look like the tee-shirts I had: it was cut differently and instead of hanging loosely, it clung to her curves. And curves did she have! Her breasts wasn't particularly push-up, but she didn't need any pushing up! Wow!

Anyway I smiled at her and invited her to sit down. A brief flash of that ass again: it was the same pair of jeans as last Friday. Full, firm, dense... Okay, okay! Forget about it will you! The hour sped by very fast, and once again I was pleased to see that she hadn't come here to seduce me: she had questions, pertinent ones, and she looked like she was learning something. She was more relaxed than last time, but didn't smile too much or lean forward indecently. At around 5 o'clock she kept looking up at the clock and I suddenly found myself with a hard decision. 

It came up from nowhere: would I invite her to eat with me here? Nothing fancy, just a quick trip to the cafeteria and back here. As I couldn't find anything dubious about her, I asked her if she wanted to stay and eat with me. The relieved smile she gave me nearly made my jaw drop. I had seen her concentrating, barely smiling, for the lat hour. Now seeing her relax against the chair, a sincere smile shining forth... I didn't. Open my mouth that is. 

As we walked towards the cafeteria together, I kept telling myself that I had done this with a few other students, albeit only graduate ones before. On the other hand I couldn't help thinking that I had never walked around with such a beautiful girl before: people were looking at her, some guys even staring as the walked by. It felt really, really good even though I knew it was an illusion. As I said before, I never even tried to go out with the most beautiful girls in my classes. And here I was, fantasizing about my student. I was surprised to realize that I was in danger, but not from her, only from myself and my uncontrolled thoughts! Milla was only a regular student with no thoughts about cheating that way! Damn was I naive!

Being a gentlemen I opened the doors, let her leave the elevator before me and walked behind her on the stairs. But all those things also meant that I would have an unobstructed and unchallenged view of her ass. No matter how often I could look at it, it seem that every time was better than the last. Before she sat down in the chair again, as I was closing the door to my office, she bent down to get something in her purse. Behind her I simply stood, rooted to the floor just as my eyes were rooted to her ass. Oh my fucking God! Round, smooth, flawless, solid... What would I give for the right to touch it!

Quickly I moved to my desk when she straightened with a small bottle of salt. 

"Sea salt, a little quirk of mine..." she said, a wonderfully beautiful shy smile on her face. 

"You like sea salt?" I asked, dumbly. 

"Yes... It's kind of a food fetish for me..." she grinned at me. 

I should have heard alarm bells going off in my mind right then. "Food fetish"??? Who says things like that? And then she even had the audacity of freeing her hair, making hem swish from right to left a few times. I merely watched her, mesmerized, while she held her hands up in her hair and so pushed her breasts out in a completely natural manner. I never realized that she was taking a totally different technique to beguile me. It was working so damn well that I never even felt the shadow of a doubt, the slightest misgiving until it was too late for me to do anything about it. 

But nothing bad happened that evening. We ate, had a lot of fun talking about other things than school, and she worked hard after our break. She thanked me, smiled and left an hour later. That went well, I thought. She's a hard working student, had even scheduled another meeting Friday. And as I had Marion to think about, I forgot about Milla, never had the time to think back to our meeting and see the subtle changes in her attitude. 

Well, the date with Marion didn't go all that good. And it was all my fault! As usual Marion was beautiful and witty, really fun to be with. Yet for some reason I kept feeling like I was cheating! As fucked up as it sounds, I felt like I was lying to Marion just by being there, as I was thinking about Milla. Milla, with whom I'd had nothing but a professional relationship; and Marion, a charming girl that was clearly interested in me. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I felt so horribly bad when she kissed me on the mouth before getting out of my car. It was a sweet, a kiss I'd been waiting for... Yet I felt like I was cheating again! Damn it! I told her that I really liked her but that I wanted to take things slowly. "My last relationship ended very badly and I'm still trying to cut myself from that..." It wasn't completely false, but it wasn't totally true either. But since I was a psychology student, and since she had always made quick connections, she understood and didn't appear offended at all. 

Half an hour later, in my bed looking at the ceiling, I was cursing myself: I could have been in *her* bed right now, discovering that tight little body of hers, making love to that intelligent and beautiful woman... My cock hardened despite my frustration and, with absolutely nothing better to do in the world, I began jacking off. I could clearly see, in my mind, Marion taking off that flimsy tank top of hers, then the red lacy bra she had underneath. Her round breasts, just big enough to fit nicely in my opened hand, capped with nipples as red as her hair. 

She would then kneel in front of me and begin to lick and kiss my cock for a while, teasing me before taking it all inside her wet mouth. My cock was rock hard now, the fantasy working like a charm. Taking her head in my hands I pulled her against me, feeling my cock pushing down her throat... In my fantasies, every girl could deep throat, as a matter of course. 

But as I looked down at my vision of Marion, I suddenly saw Milla's eyes and face looking up at me, my entire length buried down her throat. Her eyes were half-closed with lust and she was sucking me off like a pro. I came seconds later and as she pulled back and aimed my cock at her big breasts, I knew that Marion was gone. As I sprayed my cum all over Milla's imagined breasts, I knew that I had to deal with that before being able to develop something with anyone else. Lonely, somewhat depressed, I cleaned my cock and belly then went to sleep. 

The following week went by relatively quickly, my meetings with Milla on Friday and the next Tuesday thrilling but again completely normal. She had worn a skirt on Tuesday, confirming what those tight jeans of hers had made me believe: long, solid thighs, slightly muscled and so incredibly feminine. That skirt had ridden up a few times as she was moving around on her chair, but everything was decent. I could remember Jill and her split skirt, opening until I could see the bright green panties underneath...

Nothing of that with Milla. On the other hand, I could see that she was having a lot more trouble understanding the newest notions in the class. Even when I tried to give her the best analogies I could think of, she couldn't see how it could be applied to the human psyche. She was getting desperate, afraid that she'd fail the class as so much was riding on the last exam. At one point, minutes before the next student was scheduled to come in, she let out a long sigh and I was sure that she was going to cry. We had been working on the same theory for the entire hour, and she was not making any progress. But she didn't. Instead she took a deep breath and sat straighter. 

"I'm sorry professor, I'm sure you have better things to do than repeating the same thing to a miserable student!"

"No Milla, I don't mind at all. Well, I don't mean to say that you're... miserable or anything... but..." Oh damn! Where were my social skills when I needed them?

"That's alright!" she laughed at my fumble. "But the next student will be here soon and we're not getting anywhere... Would you mind if I came again Friday? I'd really like to come. I really need help and I think you're the only one who can give it to me..."

"Sure, no problem." But I was reeling: what was that about cumming in two different verb tenses, and that I'm the only one who could *give it* to her? "How about 6 o'clock?"


College Life



"But isn't that after your normal office hours?" Milla asked, uncertainly. 

"Yes, but I know students need more help at the end of the semester, so I don't mind. Are you free Friday night?" What the fuck was I saying? And was that a slight smile on her part? Had she understood...

"I am. Thanks a lot professor. I won't be late. See you Friday night..."

And she left, letting me have another look at those legs of hers. As I sat back down in my chair, a little angry with myself, I wondered if I was not getting in trouble all by myself. The Jills and Stacys I could deal with, but what if I was the one going crazy over some student? Why couldn't I stop trying to look at her breasts, legs or ass when she was not looking? And wasn't she the perfectly proper girl? Never wearing anything sexy, never leaning forward awkwardly, no sexy looks or artificial attempts at touching my arm or hand... Well the semester was nearly at an end, and I'd probably never see her again anyway. That's how it goes in big Colleges. 

But that following Friday, sitting at my desk watching Isabella leaving with a lot of subjects to catch up on, I closed my eyes. It was a quarter to six and Milla would be here any minute now. I felt really bad for my fumbles and my choice of words last Tuesday, but I don't think she saw anything wrong. If I tried apologizing, it would only make things worse, so I resolved to leave it at that and be more careful today. 

But it would be hard. Damn it, it would be hard: I realized that the second she came in. She was wearing her impossibly sexy jeans again with a very tight blue tank top. And no fucking bra! The straps of the tank top were too thin to hide any bra, and her breasts did look a bit softer than the other times. When she smiled at me and sat down, I could see them bouncing up and down. I closed my eyes for a second, then tried my best to focus on the work we had to do. 

Yet as the time went by I realized that although she didn't have any bra, her breasts were not really loose either. They were much too big for that and, had they been loose, it would have been way too obvious. Stealing glances at her tank top while she was reading a tough section, I finally recognized it as a sport's top that most likely had a firm bra embedded in it. I could also see that the tip of her pony tail was wet, as if she hadn't taken enough time to dry her hair completely. 

I was relieved, but at the same time I now knew that Milla was fresh of out of the shower and was wearing nothing but panties, jeans and a tank top. Three very thin and tight pieces of clothing. Luckily for me I knew the troublesome section of that text very well. Otherwise I would have been in a very uncomfortable and embarrassing position. 

We spent the next two and a half hours in my office. The time just flew by without any of us noticing it. I was simply happy to be with her, help her understand what I was teaching... and happy to look at her body, damn it! At one point she leaned forward with one elbow on my desk and her breasts just slipped above her fore-arm. As she was completing a diagram I had shown her, I couldn't help myself and was blatantly staring at her cleavage. Incredible, just incredible. Her skin was pale and smooth, and by staring so intensely I could see a very faint trace of freckles. When she shifted her weight to her left, her breasts followed her movement, shifting inside the confining half-bra. She nearly caught me staring when she looked up, asking me if everything was ok. "Everything's just perfect." I replied, in a voice that was way too mellow for my taste. She smiled and bent back to her task. Why had she smiled? Had she seen anything?

Later I got up and sat beside her in the second chair, as we had to work on a much more complex diagram. So instead of having to work upside down while reading her book, I sat next to her. I pulled the chair much too close to hers, but I did it so fast that it may have looked accidental. When I sat down our legs were pressed against each others, but without even pausing she just spread the book over our knees and resumed with her questions. Of course, I spent almost half of the next twenty minutes looking down her tank top. Damn was it tight! too tight damn it! Suddenly she looked up and started; I was sure she had seen me looking. But instead:

"Oh my God it's already eight an a half! Oh! I'm so sorry to have kept you here so long!"

"That's alright, I had nothing planned anyway..."

"But you must be starving? Let me buy you dinner! You've helped me so much!"

I paused, uncertain on how to react... She saw my hesitation and misunderstood it completely. All for the best though:

"Oh. You can't be seen with a student, especially a woman."

"Yeah... I'm sorry."

"Oh come on, I'm not a little freshman!" she grinned. 

"You're not? Then why are you in this class?"

"Well, technically I'm a freshman, a first year student. But I'm 28 years old, so I'm not a little girl anymore!" and she laughed at her words, a wonderful, deep laugh that shook me way too much. 

"What? You're not 28! You look like all those other girls!"

"Well, thank you!" she grinned again. "So, how about that dinner?"

"I still can't be seen with a student Milla, even though you're old enough to be..." Oh fuck! What was I going to say? Old enough to be my girlfriend? Damn it! "I mean, old enough to..."

"Old enough to know better than to flirt with a College teacher?" she laughed at my embarrassment. "Well, I am, don't worry about it. A guy like you must be under constant attack by young girls trying to seduce you... And I understand them." another smile. "But you don't have to be afraid of me... Is that why you were so tense?"

"Tense? What do you mean?" Uh oh, what had she detected?

"I know you're a teacher and all and that you can't get too close to your students, but you seemed completely frozen when I came in your office."

"I don't know... Never noticed..." Never noticed my ass! Damn the girl was quick! The *woman* was quick!

"Ok, never mind... So, wanna come to my place? I do a mean lasagna and I've prepared a huge batch this afternoon. 

Oh no, not lasagna! That girl is impossible. And she saw my hesitation. 

"Ah! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist lasagna! The way you keep mentioning it during class, for your examples. So, you're coming with me?"

Was I coming with her? Was I *coming* with her? Of course I was! She gave me her address and left with a grin. Sitting down on my desk, breathing deeply, I tried to come to terms with what I had just gotten myself into. Fraternizing with students, especially female students, was completely forbidden to male teachers. But on the other hand this was no young thing just out of high-school. She was a woman grown and responsible. Could I get in trouble for this? And was that lasagna thing premeditated? As I was driving towards her house, a short fifteen minute drive from the College, I threw both of those questions out the window. 

Her house was decently big, and I began to wonder where she could have found the money for such a place so close to the College. Did she have a rich husband or boyfriend? Oh God, what the hell was I doing here. I was walking up to her door, that's what I was doing! 

And through the window I saw her getting out of her room, sliding another tank top over a black bra. I was ready to curse all the gods and angels around: the sight of her breasts in that bra, as well as her lean and tight belly... When she opened the door and welcomed me in, I could see from up close what a real bra could do with her breasts. Works of art. Pure works of art. Nature had given her two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, but that bra was turning them into miracles... glories. And she had replaced her tight jeans with something more relaxed, thin cotton sweat pants. That hugged and defined her ass even more than the jeans had managed to do. I could see the seam disappearing between her buttocks, hugging the only curve a pair of jeans couldn't properly reveal. 

Yet despite all this she really looked comfortable in her clothes, at ease, something she could have chosen for a quiet evening reading beside the fireplace. And of course, as I looked to my left, a fireplace was already burning quite nicely. It wasn't yet really cold outside, but nothing could match nice fire in early December. From the kitchen, she asked me:

"Do you want to eat at the table or on the living room's floor, near the fire?" 

"In here would be nice." I managed to croak. 

She poked her head out and smiled at me. "Perfect! That's where I've been eating for the last three weeks or so!" she disappeared again and kept talking, "I just *love* fireplaces! That's why I decided to move in here, even though it was a bit over my budget..."

"Indeed... Are you paying this with your student loans!" I asked, laughing. By this time I had joined her in the kitchen. 

"Of course not!"

"What did you do before returning to college?"

"I was a dancer." A slight pause on my part. "Yes, *that* kind of dancer. " She winked at me, and she was obviously not ashamed about it. "But don't you go spreading that tale around at school. I'd have trouble finding girls to work with me for group homeworks, and even more trouble wading guys away!"

We laughed at her comment, and I assured her that I wouldn't talk about it. Never said anything about *thinking* about it. Like, all the time... When she grabbed the plates she bumped into me and laughed. Her kitchen was quite small compared to the rest of the house, and she had to slide past me. Close. Wonderfully close. "Would you mind bringing the wine and glasses? Take two from the top shelf." I did and joined her around the small table in front of the fire. When she looked up at me, a smile brighter than the burning fire, I swallowed awkwardly. Just like in the comic books. I actually swallowed noisily!

"Hmmm, hungry aren't you? Like what you see?" she said, pointing at the lasagna. 

Oh I really liked what I was seeing, but it had nothing to do with the lasagna. "Oh yes, I'm ravenous and everything here looks delicious!" Damn! I was doing it again!

Milla smiled at me but didn't comment. We ate in silence at first, enjoying the food and wine as we were both really hungry. But soon we started talking about each other, the rest of our lives outside school. And we had a really, really great time. When was the last time I had so much fun with a woman? Had I ever had so much fun, had I ever been so at ease talking with a woman before? Except for the body that kept poking me with desire, I was wholly comfortable with Milla. 

And I was convinced that she was feeling exactly the same. The way she was laughing easily, enjoying sharing this meal and wine with me, how she even confided me a few personal things... We had had fun eating together two weeks ago, at my office, but this was entirely different. It was as if that good moment had now fully bloomed. The wine was good, the woman exceptionally beautiful: I never saw what was coming. 

"I'm really into sports, " she said as if this was news to me. "I like mountain biking, hiking, swimming, tennis and even ice hockey once in a while." 

"I had guessed, yes." She looked surprised and I began to explain, "Well, it was quite obvious that you..." and then I realized that I had placed myself in a very bad position. "...that you kept yourself in... in shape. Oh damn it! Why do I always place myself in embarrassing situations with you!"

She laughed with me and touched my fore-arm lightly. "Don't worry, at 28 I take all the compliments I can get!" and laughed again. 

"What? I can't believe that there are not dozens of guys lining up at your doorstep." And what the hell was that about touching me?

"Well, do you see anyone at the door?" I couldn't answer. "In fact you're the first guy to come here in three months... And you're my teacher, came here just because I made you starve by keping you at your office! Is that sad or what?" she sighed. 

"Well, you have school now, that must take a lot of your time..." I was babbling by now, trying to make her feel better. 

But she got up, picking up the emptied plates. From the kitchen she asked: 

"Ready for dessert?" 

"Sure! What is it?"

"Ah! that's a surprise!"

And for half a second I actually thought that she would come out of there naked, completing her convoluted tactic to have sex with me for a good grade in my class. Of course she didn't. Instead she came back with two wonderful constructions of chocolate. 

"Wow! Did you do that too?"

"Yes I did!" she said, a proud smile on her face. "When you're a dancer and don't need a lot of sleep, you have a lot of time on your hands... Among other things I decided to learn how to use a kitchen properly."

"Well, I couldn't thank you enough for that decision! It looks, once more, delicous!"

"And that's not all, " she said, scooting back to the kitchen. "This is the proverbial cherry on the sundae." And she pulled a bottle of port from behind her. "For the chocolate. I'm bet you never tasted anything quite that good. 

After we sat down, Milla prepared the first little cup of chocolate for me. As I reached to take it from her hand, her other hand swatted mine away. "Here, taste this..." and she brought the little cup, filled with port, to my mouth. "No no, don't drink it silly, take it all in your mouth in one go..." And I felt her fingers sliding against my lips, even slightly against my tongue. Just as I was closing my eyes to taste and because of her fingers on my lips, I saw her smile sweetly at me. Too sweetly. This girl was up to something, had elaborated this complex plan to have the grade she...

And then the taste of her dessert, the dessert she had made herself, hit my completely by surprise. A storm of strong chocolate breaking apart in my mouth, overfilling with the perfect port, the bitter chocolate melting in the port's sweetness... a match made in heaven. I opened my eyes in surprise: this was incredible! She had been waiting for my reaction, and now that she had it she was grinning brightly. 

"Wow! that's incredible Milla! I can't believe this!"

"Want another one?" and with that she filled another of those strange looking cups. And of course, pushed it into my mouth again. Her fingers lingered a bit longer, but her smile was so innocent that I didn't think much about it. 

"Oh my God! I can't believe how good this tastes!"

"Thank you very much!"

"Here, let me give you one now..."

I filled the cup and even dared to bring it to her lips. But my boldness was nothing compared to what she did next. One of her hands shot up and held mine against her mouth, the tip of my finger inside her mouth as she was swallowing. My heart suddenly exploded inside my chest and I was paralyzed by her move. When she finished swallowing, she said, in a thin voice:

"Am I making a big mistake now Simon?"

I gulped again, took a deep breath and replied. "You know I can't do this... I'm your teacher and it won't help you—"

"I don't care about my grade Simon." she sighed, still holding my hand in hers, on her lap. "Is that what was holding you back?"

"Well, what else was I supposed to think?"

She smiled softly. "That I hadn't had this much fun with a man since I don't even know how long. That I'm not a young little girl who doesn't know better... And that I really want you, want to be with you."

"Milla, I want you too... Dear Gods you don't know how much. But..."

"But what?"

"I don't know... I think I just can't believe that you want something more from me than sex for a grade..."

"Oh but I do want to have sex with you, professor Simon." she replied with a definitely wicked grin. 

And as she pulled her tank top off, then unsnapped her bra, I felt my mouth opening stupidly. Then her breasts, naked and offered freely, were right there in front of me. Big, full and womanly, wonders of flesh that could turn any man into pudding... 

"Damn you're a hard nut to crack Simon... I want you and don't give a damn if I pass your class or not. I want to lick that chocolate off you lip, kiss you and hold you in my arms... I want to make love to you Simon, not merely have sex with you. I want to have you, all of you—"

And I stopped her by kissing her. A kiss like nothing else before. She was burning hot in my arms, her flesh dry and warm in front of the fire. Her long blonde hair over her back and my arms, her breasts against my chest, her moans right into my mouth... I was living the fantasy I hadn't even given a chance to *dream* about! 

She pushed me on my back on her thick carpet, right in front of the fire like a picture-perfect fantasy. Our kiss resumed, bloomed and exploded until we were both completely veiled beneath her hair. In this blonde shell, something completely unexpected happened. I was so intent at trying to see if she would trick me into sex for grades that I never saw what was really coming. All those smiles, her warm laughter, the way she seemed to be so at ease around me, the invitation here for dinner... She had fallen in love with me at some point, just as I had, and unlike me she had been doing something about it. What a fool I had been, I realized now, kissing this warm, loving woman above me, to try and push her away... I had fallen in love with her to, but my stubbornness had prevented me from realizing it! And now, luck rolling my way, I was going to see just how deep this warmth and love went. 

Milla sat up to remove my shirt, turning my eyes into slaves to her breasts. Truly large breasts, definite D-cups, round and smooth in front of my eyes. They nearly met in the center of her chest, then the curves moved gently upwards and downwards. They seemed both smooth and cleanly defined at the same time: you could see a faint line that completely outlined them even at their utmost point, as well as the generous lines that made them exceed slightly outward from each side. 

Her pale nipples were large but not indecently so, soft flesh capping her magnificent mounds. They were slightly puffed outwards, her nipples and aureoles distended and ready to be sucked. But as she pulled my shirt above my head, she slapped my hands away from her breasts with a naughty smile. "You haven't even seen all of me yet Simon..." And with that she pulled me up and asked me to sit on the couch. And began to dance. 

How the girl would manage to do a tantalizing strip with nothing on but a pair of sweat pants, I had no idea. As she began dancing, cupping her breasts like I would have given anything to do, she was smiling at me again. 

"You have no idea how close I came to taking my tank top off in your office this afternoon..."

I was stunned. "What?"

"I was having so much problem focusing on what you were teaching me..." with her hair partly hiding her breasts, she made them swing from side to side, while her hips followed in sync. "I couldn't really focus properly Simon... All I wanted to do was to push you back on your desk and fuck you like you've never been fucked before..."

I couldn't reply: my mouth was open, probably drooling before her words and dance, and my blood had already completely drained from my brain anyway...

"You know what all the girls say about you, don't you?" 

She winked at me, before turning around to show me her ass once again. Even hidden underneath the tight pants, I could see that my wildest imagination about this particular ass wasn't doing it any justice. High and perky yet full and generous. Womanly, all woman with those widening hips and round flesh, with those thighs that could probably snap my neck if ever I had the chance of placing my face between them. 

"You *do* know what they say Simon?" And now she was moving backwards towards me, moving her ass from left to right, rotating it inwards and outwards...




College Life



"Err. no, not really..."

"Ooohh, that's why you turned them all down, all those pretty girls..." Milla was now standing between my opened thighs, bending down and up, pushing her ass so close and then so far from me. "They say that they would have done anything to get a grade from you... Not merely handjobs and blowjobs, or stripping for you. Oh no... they would have gone all the way, and more!"

She was laughing, her thumbs fiddling with the waistband of her pants. As the smooth, creamy skin of her ass appeared and disappeared, I could barely understand what she was saying. Her long blond hair were swinging in front of my eyes as her golden skin was being revealed. 

"You know Gina, the black-haired girl with the tight little ass?

An image, clear and definite, came to mind; of the day she had come to my office with that mini-skirt, only to bend down at the waist, letting me see her bright red panties... "Uh uhm..." I merely replied. 

"Well, she would have gone all the way..." Milla had now pushed her pants just below the great swell of her ass and was now bending forward. As her ass hole and pussy peeked from between those impossible buttocks, she kept talking. "She would have let you take her ass Simon... Wouldn't you have liked that? Did you take a good look at that ass of hers?"

"I don't care about her ass, I want yours!" I shouted.

As she laughed I surprised her by pulling her against me, one of my hands resting under her ass and the other one snaking around her belly to her pussy. She cried out and laughed again, molding herself against my body. Her head was pushed against my neck, her belly arched forward to press her gyrating ass against my cock and hand... And after using her hands to remove her pants completely, she raised them above her head and around mine. Her head turned towards mine as she pulled on mine. Our mouths found each other again and another kiss grew as her pussy was opening to me. 

Her clit was completely exposed between my fingers, and I could feel he soft blonde down covering her pussy and mound. As I had seen absolutely no hair anywhere else on her body, except for that great mane of hers, my guess is that she wasn't shaving anything off. I usually like to see nicely trimmed pussies, but I knew that the duckling-smooth curls on her mound was going to change all that. 

All the while, the strong muscles of her ass flexing and relaxing against my other hand. Never before in my life had I felt such a wonderful thing as Milla's ass, full and generous while still being so strong! She had the curves of a beautifully soft, full-bodied woman with the muscles of a much leaner girl. And this woman, the best of both worlds, was dancing in my arms, against my body, purring against my mouth. "Oh, we have to get you out of these!" she said, breaking the kiss. 

When she knelt in front of me and began unfastening my belt, I nearly came right there. She had deliberately opened her mouth and pushed her breasts together. And she was looking straight into my eyes, the posture of the perfect lover, ready to pounce on my cock. I helped her with my belt, button and zipper and suddenly I was just as naked as she was. I thought I would be dying, that she would begin to suck on my cock. Instead she pulled me up and wrapped her arms around me. Her warmth enfolded me once again and the curves of her breasts, belly, hips and thighs against mine were overwhelming. 

"I promise I'm going to suck you off soon Simon, and I'm ready to bet anything you'd like that I'll be the best cock sucker you ever found, but right now I want you inside me..."

My hands moved down to her ass. "I want to be inside you too Milla." I felt like a dumbass, merely stating the obvious. 

"Yes..." she whispered in my ear. And then she jumped up in my arms, her ass in my hands, and wrapped her legs around me. 

For the first time I had a complete hold on that ass of hers, the ass my subconscious must have been fantasizing on 24/7 without my knowledge. I grabbed it like a madman, squeezing it probably way too hard, but I couldn't control myself. When she moaned, as my fingers were most likely leaving red marks on her flesh, I grinned against her neck. 

"Simon, did you know that I had a small dildo inside me earlier? So the two hours we spent together, I had a dildo reminding me that it was *your* cock that I really wanted inside me..." I moaned as she giggled. "I pulled it out when I got here, but I'm feeling way too empty for my taste. So could you—"

I cut her off by pulling her up and away, feeling my cock sliding down to her hole, and by letting her fall back against me. She was dripping wet and fully opened, and my cock didn't have any problem sliding all the way in. We moaned and cried at the same time, barely believing that we were finally joined. I bounced her up and down a few times but soon I walked to the wall behind her and pressed her back against it. When I shifted my feet to brace myself into a wider stance, I felt and heard Milla taking a long, trembling breath. Pulling back from her shoulder I looked at her, locked into her eyes, and pushed all the way inside her again. 

With this angle I could go deeper and faster, and her stretched-open pussy was uncovering her clit to my every thrust. Her arms were locked around my neck; her legs around my waist. I had her ass securely in my hand and I was fucking her for all the girls I didn't fuck, as well as for the promise that was growing between us. 

Now, with my face buried against her neck, instead of driving freely into her I was pushing up and down against her pussy. It was forcing my cock in and out at an awkward angle, but on the other hand, it allowing my pubic bone to wreak delightful havoc on her clit. Milla was now biting my neck, moaning and screaming my name, asking me to fuck her harder in three different languages. 

When I felt her contracting her entire body around mine, I laughed out loud: Milla was already cumming. And indeed her pleasure spilled over and she cried out in ecstasy. I don't think she even realized that I had pulled her off the wall and was now ready to lay her down on the couch. When she opened her eyes in surprise I was between her legs and she just barely saw my mouth opening to make love to her pussy. The pussy that looked like heaven with a cloak of gold. 

Surprised in the midst of a fading orgasm, Milla screamed out loud in astonishment as she saw that I was trying my best to trigger a second one so soon. She was grinning and laughing, wrapping her fingers behind my head. I could see that she was already climbing quickly towards another crest of pleasure. Pulling back slightly, I looked up and waited for her to look down. 

"You said that you were willing to bet anything?"

"Oh yes... Anything at all Simon. But just keep—"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I'm going to give you that orgasm of yours Milla. But first, a real bet." And a long, tongue twisting caress on her clit followed. She was moaning again when I stopped. "Tomorrow morning, I bet that I can make you cum faster with my tongue than you can make *me* cum with your mouth. You choose the reward"

"You're on Simon. Just put that tongue back where it belongs..."

Just before I did, I asked: "And what will I get if I win?"

"Hmmm, remember Gina and her tight ass? The one that would have let you fuck her ass?"

I groaned in reply, barely believing where she was going with that question. 

"If you win I'll convince her to let you fuck her ass anyway... After the semester ends."

I could barely believe it. "What? you're crazy! She'll never agree!"

"What if I told you that she came here last week for a group homework... and that she *came* here?"

I couldn't think of anything to say, except to dive down into her pussy again and give her the climax she so dearly wanted. 

"And I'm so confident... Argh! that's good Simon, keep doing thaaaaat! Uh! ...so confident that I won't loose that I'm not even going to ask you anything if *I* win. So there... Suck me good, damn you!"

And I did. Her pussy was even warmer than the rest of her body, the flames in the hearth completely forgotten. I tasted my share of pussies in my life, but never had I tasted one so delicious: sharp and strong like all of them, but with something different, something that made me *want* to swallow. Tomorrow I was going to get a chance to taste that amazing pussy of hers with those thick large lips, but right now I was smiling into it as she was climaxing. 

Her legs were wide open and her hands were gripping the leather couch as if her life depended on it. She was groaning and trembling again, shaken by this second quick orgasm. My tongue was now relaxing, letting her stretch her pleasure for as long as she whished, and my hands were bewildered by her soft skin. Her thighs, belly, ass, breasts, neck and face... I was roaming all over her, caressing and massaging everything I could. And she seemed to revel in my caresses, goosebumps turning up everywhere. 

At one point she pushed me away with a small shrill cry, then laughed as she got up from the couch. "My clit's too sensitive now," she said, turning around while holding my hand, asking me to follow her, "but if you take me from behind I'm sure it won't mind..." My eyes were glued to that wonderful ass, so intense and merry, as each of her asscheeks was rising up and falling down with her steps. As I was looking at her while she climbed up the stairs, it was clear that her dance was not over. She was giving me a hell of a show, each of her steps crisscrossing from left to right. Her hips flared out with every stair and she took her time, bending slightly forward for me. Unable to resist I slapped one of her cheeks and wasn't even surprised when her full flesh barely rippled. This was an ass to die for. 

As soon as she reached her room she spread her legs and bent at the waist, placing her hands on the bed. The glory that was her ass was right there in front of me, waiting, expecting to be fucked. Her pussy was obvious between her buttocks as the large lips, the faint gold down matted down with her juices, were being pushed out. I walked to her, grabbed one of her cheeks in my large hand and my cock in the other. I slapped her ass a few times, squeezed it to slap her directly on her asshole. 

"Done that before?" I asked her in a low voice. 

"What do you think..." she replied. "But why don't we wait to see if you're going to get Gina's ass to play with before? Fuck my pussy Simon, stop teasing me..." 

She was breathless and I could barely believe that she was still so keyed up after two orgasms. I slapped her unveiled asshole a few more times but angled my cock lower to fuck her again. I spread my own legs and bent down until mythe head of my cock slipped inside her. Teasing her again, I placed my hands on her hips and firmly grasped her ass. I began to make very short penetrations, barely slipping my glans inside her, and Milla began to growl. 

"Fuck me damn you! Fuck or I'm going to do it myself!"

"Trash talking, are you?"

"No... come here."

And with that she moved forward and knelt on the bed, pushing her ass forward. I knelt beside her and placed my cock barely inside her again. As soon as I did she began pushing back until she impaled herself completely. She stayed there a few seconds, feeling my cock buried inside her, before beginning to fuck me. Her hands were braced in front of her and she was arching her back upwards with each of her thrusts. 

Never before had I been fucked in this position. Looking down at her lean back and wide hips, I stood there gaping, enjoying the sight and feeling of the incredible girl that was fucking me. My hands began roaming again, reveling all over her skin, from her fleshy ass to her hips and breasts. I had fun with her hair, fisting her mane and pulling her head back as she kept fucking herself against me. 

Soon, still with my hand locked in the hair at the base of her skull, I began pushing back into her, matching her rhythm. She was too beautiful, so much more beautiful in sex than I could have ever dreamed: lean, tight and sexy all the while having more curves than most rounder women. Her muscles made twin ridges along the valley of her back bone, and those lines where snaking from left to right as I was pumping her with everything I had. And the energy she radiated during sex was like discovering a furnace deep inside those wonderful curves. 

The sounds alone could have made me cum: her moans, her dirty words and ideas, the slaps of my thighs against her ass, of the bed creaking under our pounding rhythm. Then again the mere sight of her; all covered in sweat, her hair matted down so sexily over her back and arms, the way she looked at me with her eyes, as if she wanted to die with me from too much pleasure; could have made me cum as well. And then there was her ass, eternally beautiful, grinding itself against me, turning, twisting, thrusting, rotating... When she turned her head to look at me despite my hand holding her head back, I saw that she was ready to cum again and seeing that triggered my own climax. 

Without even seeing it coming, I felt myself crossing the point of no return and I knew that we were going to cum together at last. Her eyes opened wide for a second as she realized that I was exploding and she began pushing back against me even harder. Her mouth was wide open and she was breathing hard, riding her newest climax. My balls tightened beneath my cock and I felt my cum streaming up and along my shaft. My entire body was being driven to its limit: my lungs and heart nearly over them. Never in my life have I so intensely fucked someone, nor have I been so intensely fucked. When I felt my cum spraying inside Milla, my mind went blank for a second. 

When I returned I felt my orgasm hit me full strength. I came and came, taking revenge for all those masturbations sessions, wasting my seed. To my surprise I felt a wet gush of our juices streaming down my thigh as I kept pumping into her again and again. Milla's head was now pushed down against her bed, her both hands busy in and against her pussy. We were both screaming as we neared a feeling overload. 

We crumbled into a sweating, puffing mass of completely sated and spent lovers. When I saw her breasts pushed upwards as Milla was twisted against me, I tried to pull up and suck them. But I was too tired and fell back, breathing hard. Through her own ragged breaths, Mila laughed:

"What? You don't like my breasts?"

"Damn you girl, you're going to be my death!"

And we laughed together on the bed, completely exhausted. A few minutes later we found the energy to share a shower and for the first time I had the opportunity to caress her breasts as I was soaping them. She had swatted my hands away at first, it now seemed so long ago, and after that I had been to busy with her pussy and her ass... When we returned to the bed I was the one that lay my head on her chest, comfortably resting between her two mounds. I fell asleep instantly, never before having been so at peace and contented. 

I woke up later in the middle of the night and looked at Milla, sleeping naked beside me. She happened to be on her stomach, her ass seemingly ready for the taking. And the best part was that I had no doubt that if I woke her up by slipping inside her, she would only moan and push back... The mere thought roused my cock from sleep. But I didn't move over her. Instead I though about what had happened so fast, both the sex and the revelations that had accompanied it. I was really falling in love with this young woman. Someone I barely knew but that I felt so close too, so fast! Too afraid of perverse ulterior motives, I hadn't seen what was really going on until it was too late to do anything about it. 

I was in love, and in the bed, of one of my students. This was big. This was huge in fact. It could jeopardize my career, my future. On the other hand it could be the best thing that had ever happened to me! Who knew? I would look into the matter tomorrow, as to what happened when a professor's lover was not a 21 year old kid but a 28 year old woman. Was it the same thing or did people understood the difference? And I would have to call Marion, tell her that whatever had barely begun to grow would have to stop. Marion: I hadn't even though about her last evening...

I looked again at Milla's ass and decided that, finally, I couldn't really resist. Silently I spat a few times in my hand and covered my hard cock. She may have been wet tonight, but I doubt she'd appreciate if I tried pushing my cock inside her now, dry as she naturally must be. I may be in an erotic story right now, but basic courtesies are still in order! I pushed inside that burning hot furnace, and the first sound she made as she was waking up was a soft laughter. When she arched her back against my cock and buried me inside her, it was *my* turn to laugh. 

P.S. As always I welcome public comments and e-mails.



College Life



It's my first semester of college. I'm far enough away from home that I don't know anyone; therefore, I have no friends yet. I get settled into my dorm and immediately realize that my roommate is a loser and I won't be hanging out with him. The first week seems to fly by since it's welcome week and there's plenty of parties to go to. I visit most of them and get trashed every night. They were all frat parties though, so I didn't really make any reliable friends because I had no interest in joining a fraternity. 

Classes start and I'm getting into the swing of college life. By the end of the week, I realize I have the same exact schedule as somebody. Since we already had homework, I decided to befriend him. Jake and I quickly became study buddies and soon to be much more.

There was one night in particular that will always stick out. I came over to his apartment to go to a party later. Before we left, we just hung out, watching tv and talking. Somehow it came up in conversation that he was bicurious. I knew he was probably joking but something told me he wasn't. I told him every guy is and said I was too. We both laughed it off. 

We went to the party and had a blast. We drank everyone under the table and both of us got to go upstairs with a chick. Once I finished with mine, he caught me and we headed out. We stopped by a hookah bar on our way and got a little bit more fucked up. Then we left for his apartment so I could crash there for the night.

It was probably around 4am by the time we got back and we were still buzzing. He put on some music and I turned on the Netflix. Pretty soon we started sharing how our respective chicks were and it got both of us horny. Jake then walked into his room and came out wearing only boxers.

I looked at him and stared at his junk for probably too long. He smiled at me and said it was hot, which it was. He told me I could strip down too so I did right away. The only problem was, my dick was harder than steel. He noticed and asked if I was a little horny. I thought it was and he said he'd turn on a porno we could jerk off to.

He turned one on and pulled his boxers down. I did the same as I gazed upon his dick. I started pumping my shaft while looking at it, not even caring about the porno. He saw this and said I could jerk him off. I reached over without hesitation. His dick was incredibly hard and felt like a good fit in my hand.

I jerked him off with my left hand while I jerked myself off with my right hand. He placed his arm around me on the back of the couch and gently nudged me towards him. I don't know if he was trying to push my face down to his cock, but that's where it went. 

I was turning into a cock hungry whore. I placed my lips around his head and started going down on him. His cock tasted wonderful. I began thinking that I should have tried this sooner. I used my tongue on the underside of his cock and he was loving the massage. He loved it so much he placed his hand on the back of my head and kept my face in his crotch.

I started to gag a little and he let up, but I was determined to deep throat him. I pulled away for a second before I dove right back in. I could feel his cock run along my tongue and reach the upper depths of my throat. Once I was satisfied, I began sucking him like the slut I wanted to be. 

My own cock was harder than I have ever felt it before. I continued to suck him off and he was getting close. I applied more suction and went at him even more aggressively. Eventually, he couldn't hold it in anymore. 

I felt the rush of cum come up his shaft and tasted it in my mouth. It was an incredible taste. And just as I had predicted, I also came because of the pure sexual enjoyment I was getting from sucking him off. He spurted and sprayed into my mouth as my dick oozed out onto the floor. I continued to suck him until he finished ejaculating and I swallowed every bit he gave me.

We were both exhausted from our simultaneous orgasms and the alcohol was finally getting to us. We both passed out in that position. Him sitting on the couch and me kneeling in front of him with my face in his crotch.

To Be Continued...



College Life



God she's beautiful. Her long brown hair, her beautiful face, those perky tits, and best of all that tight, firm ass. Every wet dream I've ever had combined into one doesn't come close to how sexy she is. Even better still, she has a smile that could light up a room and she is smarter than most people I know. She is, as Hamlet would say, the paragon of animals. 

Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Liam. Liam O'Kelly. She's Rosita "Rose" Neil. In case you couldn't tell I'm very much in love with Rose and the only part that sucks is that it takes me so god damn long to show her. Well, the definition of "god damn long" is relative I guess. Almost all of this story takes place in one day, and it all started at the beginning of my college career. What better way to start a story then at the beginning, eh?

August 18th, 2009. The day I first laid eyes on the woman of my dreams. I was moving into my dorm room at college and there she was, moving in just a couple doors down. I was struck by the fact that she was moving in alone. Being the utter idiot that I am I didn't take the chance to introduce myself right then and there, instead taking the safe route and waiting until my parents left (last thing I need is texts from my mother asking me if I'm going out with that pretty girl I talked to the first day). Sure enough, some other guy did what I lacked the balls to do and helped her move in, and sure enough that guy turned out to be my roommate, Josh Finney. Josh isn't a bad looking guy and he's a good guy to boot so I thought he was going to get with Rose before I could even introduce myself. 

I'm just sitting there, watching him set up, when I take the initiative I lacked earlier and ask "So who's that broad that you were talking to a few doors down?" (In case you couldn't tell, I'm from New York.) Now while he did give me her name, he also seemed to think that I had no chance with her. Let's just say that things didn't really go well from there. 

*5 minutes later* "Fuck you man! All I'm asking is a chance to introduce myself before you seal the deal is all!" Unfortunately for me he wanted her as much as I did, but for different reasons. He said "Why would I let you do that? I don't even know you that well and I would become legendary if I could fuck the hottest girl in the building on the first day." So, we went back and forth like that for what seemed like forever until he relented. I always seem to get my way with Josh, probably why I think he's an alright guy. 

"Alright dude. Go ahead and introduce yourself. I'll still seal the deal before you're even a blip on her radar." So I walked out and made my way over to her room. Now let's clear a couple of details up before I tell what happened next, because trust me when I say shit gets serious FAST. I'm a 6'1", 200 pound nerd that, while not bad looking, is certainly no Denzel Washington. Josh is a 6'0" 150 pound pot head that looks essentially like a Zac Efron minus that bull shit Greek god body. Rose is about 5'3" and I already told you what she looks like. Like Aphrodite minus...well minus nothing. 

While Rose is my main target in this story, I might as well mention the other female lead. Rose's roommate is named Sarah and she's around 5'6" with a fat ass. She's nowhere close to Rose on the total package type of thing, but damn does Sarah have cake. Anyways, on to my first meeting with the girl of my dreams. *Knocks* Unfortunately Rose's face wasn't the one to greet me. "Hello?" 

"Hello. My name's Liam. I'm from a couple doors down." This is going good so far, but just watch where this conversation heads. "Oh hello. My name's Sarah. What can I do for you?" Silly me. Did I think I could just walk down and introduce myself without a reason? "Oh, um, well I just was introducing myself. Thought I'd try and get to know everyone now before we barely see one another during the school year." Smooth genius. How does this help you meet Rose? 

"Oh well then you succeeded. See you around." Fuck fuck fuck. Think of something dumbass! Damn you Sarah and your genius questions. "Do you have a roommate?" Ok, not the most disguised of questions, but luckily Sarah is not the sharpest tool in the shed. "Yea I do. Do you have a roommate?" Wait for it. 

"Hey why don't I introduce you to him and I'll come back and introduce myself to your roommate?" Probably the smartest thing I'd say all day. "Ok." Now I'm not going to bore you with too much random dialogue here so I'll just say that I walked Sarah over to meet Josh and she almost started fucking him right then and there. I mean, he didn't get his name out and she started practically rubbing herself up against him. Long and short of it, I got way the fuck away before they did it. I'll relay what Josh eventually told me about that fuck sesh latter, the more important thing is what happens next. 

So I walk back to Rose's room expecting her to be there. I knock, then nothing. I knock again, nothing. Here's where I pull a bone head move, I try the knob. It's unlocked and I poke my head in the door and ask if anyone's there. The room's empty so I think about leaving, and start to, when the most peculiar thing catches my eye. A whip. No joke, there was a whip under the bed in front of me. So I walked in and picked it up. Sure enough, it was some BDSM whip thing and, surprise surprise, there was a whole box behind it. We're talking monster sized dildos, anal beads, milk pumps, a nipple battery, and a fucking blender contraption that I would eventually figure out was used to attach a dildo too and use it as a makeshift human. 

I was both horny at the thought of someone using these (I'm a human being. Sue me.) and shocked at all these items (Still a human being. I'm allowed to not like BDSM and still get horny at the thought of it.) Worst part, I'm kind of not into that shit and thought this ruined my chances with Rose. I sat there for probably 4-5 minutes not knowing what to do when I decided to put everything away before anyone came back, then what happened next hijacked my day. As I'm putting all this away I hear the door knob turn and I hide behind the bed I was snooping under. Then Rose walks right in wearing nothing but a robe. 

How do I know she was wearing nothing but? Not half a second later she drops the robe and hops on the bed across from the one I was now hiding behind. Here was the order of what few, few, thoughts crossed my mind. First, thank god this wasn't her bed. Sarah must be the kinky one. Second, holy fuck she's beautiful. Third, I would fuck her from her until the next century before I even thought of being tired of that body. Notice anything rather important missing? I didn't fucking think about how I was getting out of this situation. As I'm peeping at the girl of my dreams from behind the bed of the girl of Josh's current reality she notices something on the ground. Want to guess what it was? "Holy shit is that a whip?" FUCK! How did I forget to put that away!!

So she walks over and picks the whip up and she then does the exact same thing that I did. She looked under the bed and sees the box. I don't know how she didn't see my shoe, but at the moment I was just happy she didn't. She then does the exact same thing I did and goes through it. The coincidences don't end there as, sure enough, she starts putting the box away when Sarah walks in looking both relieved and disheveled. (Use your brain and remember what I said earlier.) 

"What are you doing under my bed?" I could see the trains coming in for a crash, and I was stuck in the blast radius. "I'm so sorry! I saw this whip sitting on the ground and one thing led to another and I saw your box of toys." Rose, Toys is putting it mildly hot stuff. "Oh my god I can't believe you did that!" 

"Look I'll make it up to you! Let me go buy you lunch. I honestly didn't mean to invade your privacy." Am I really going to get away with this right now? You'd think that's how this was going to go, but no way do I get THIS lucky. "Alright but we'll need to talk when we get back." So Rose puts on clothes, much to my disappointment, and they leave. I sit there for possibly 20 seconds and realize I need to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. I get up from behind the bed and move to the door. 

As I open, no joke, as I fucking open the door whose face is right in front of mine? Let's just say it's not the one I would have preferred to look at. "What were you doing in my room!?!" Damnit Sarah. This would have been a lot easier if you weren't a fucking dumbass. "Uhhh nothing I just popped in to see if your roommate was here remember?" Nice thinking stud. "Oh. Well you sure took your time. You just missed her, we're going down to eat." 

She's stupid, alright. She's really stupid. "Alright. Guess I'll try again later." I proceeded to almost run away at light speed to my room. Now let's back track a bit. Remember when I said Josh was going to give me all the dirty details, well here's the dirty details from his POV. See you on the other side! 

"I'm just setting up the room, minding my own business, when there's a knock at the door. Obviously I go answer it and to my surprise I see this babe standing next to Liam, my roommate, introducing herself as Sarah. I immediately start putting work in, especially after I saw that ass. She'd make Kim Kardashian blush. It didn't need to put much work in because she started grinding on me before Liam could run and try and introduce himself to Roseta, or whatever her name is. We barely talked, or at least we barely put thought into what we were saying, while we started making out and undressing each other. 

Next thing I know I'm looking at an alabaster goddess in nothing but a g-string. I throw her on the bed and rip that useless underwear off with my teeth as I bury my face in her honey pot. I lashed my tongue out and encircled my target, slowly and menacingly tasting every fold. She tasted as divine as she looked and my tongue dug into her pussy as if searching for buried treasure. I brushed against her clit a couple times and the jolts it sent up her spine was enough to encourage me to further my feasting. 

I looked up her body as I was doing this and it was a sight to behold. Her small landing strip of pubes leading to her slowly moistening body from how hot and bothered I was making her, and then her perky tits. As soon as I saw those mounds of joy just sitting there, lonely and begging to be held, I was happy to oblige. I grabbed her full tits and started playing with her nipples as if they were the knobs on a radio. Then all I saw was her beautiful face with her mouth in a perfect O. 

Her moans were all I needed to keep searching her folds for gold and stop my sight-seeing. Soon she started panting heavily and each twerk of her nipples brought forth another loud moan. Then she arched her back and I knew she was about to come even as my mind became blank at the sight of her body in such a position of bliss. Turns out she's a squirter too because next thing I know I'm drenched in squirt, and she's begging for more with her eyes. So I rip off my useless underwear and aim my love gun for the holster. 

She stops me just as I poke the head in and says "Wrong hole. No condom, no pussy." I let this sink in for a second, smile, and flip her over like it was nothing. I slap her ass, hard, and watched the ripples with amusement. She seemed to get turned on by this so I started slapping the shit out of her ass. Each smack caused a yelp of pain and then a low moan of approval and lust. I left huge handprints on her ba donka donk and maybe even a bruise or two. After that, I then pressed myself against her backdoor and before I've done anything she shivers and whispers "I think I'm in love with you already." 

She gives me a devilish smile and I pressed ahead. The sounds of ecstasy that filled the room after I entered were unlike I've ever heard. I've never been in anything tighter than her ass. It was like all of Earth's gravity was focused on surrounding my cock and simultaneously pulling me in and pressuring me to stay still. It borderline hurt, yet it felt soooo good. I just started thrusting with all my might after I knew we both were adjusted to the pleasure we were both receiving. I moved my hips back and forth until I formed a steady rhythm, and she started pounding against my hips with all her might trying to get me deeper inside of her. She squirted all over my covers not 3 minutes after we started. 

She screamed obscenities at me in such a way my cock got harder in side of her. Maybe 5 minutes later I felt myself getting close so I growled out a very primal warning. If she heard me, I couldn't tell because as soon as I grunted she screamed, came, and her ass got so god damn tight I popped off with her. I could feel every millimeter of my dick being sucked in at that moment. The bliss of our combined orgasm was unlike I'd ever felt, it was like my body found ultimate and perfect release in her ass. Suddenly I got alittle light headed and collapsed, rolling to the side so I wouldn't crush her, my spent cock slipped out of her with an audible pop. 

For a minute there was only our heavy breathing, sweat, and bliss. Then I turned to her and stared into her eyes and say a mixture of love, lust, and confusion. She then smiled, kissed me like I've never been kissed before, cleaned herself up and said she had to go. She said I should rest up and get ready for the rest of the year because she was going to take up as much of my time as she could. I smiled and she was gone. I knew I didn't have much time after she left before someone would inevitable walk in so I cleaned myself up and threw my now soaked covers into my hamper to be washed. Right after I did that Liam comes running in, panting, as if he'd seen a ghost. I sat him down and we swapped stories of our day so far. As great as mine was, his was much more interesting."

Did that little escapade into my roomie's head get you hard as shit? No? Alright, then you're a woman and it get you wet as shit, right? No? Well I can't help you then, because that's all the action you're gonna get for a couple pages, except for some wink wink nod nod stuff in a bit. Anyways, back to the story. 

So after he told me about his sexcapades, I told him my peeping tom story. For whatever reason he found my story more fascinating, probably because of the fact that his new girl was kinky as shit. So the first thing he tells me, more so admits to me, is that he's open to that kinky stuff too, so this could be a match made in heaven. I don't buy it, because Sarah dumb as a sack of hammers and Josh has an actual brain, however I declined to tell him as such. Needless to say, he was now on my side with trying to get me with Rose and that would prove to be a game changer. 

So the next couple of hours consisted of actual normal college life (weird I know, but the truth is my and my roommate's lives weren't constant sexcapades). Anyways, later that day I decided to try and officially meet Rosita for the first time. I walked over to their room and tried the same thing as last time. Knock knock. No answer. I knocked one more time and this time I get a "Hold your god damn cock!" Great. Sarah's the one that's here. 

"Hey Sarah. Wanted to see if I could meet your roommate since you've gotten to know mine so well." I was in no mood to play games with her right now. "He told you about that! How much did he say?" I paused as I decided whether to throw my roomie under the bus, or help his cause. I decided to do both. 

"He told me enough for me to tell you that you should go over there right now and treat him to the best night of his life as long as you tell me where you roommate is." I was devilishly pleased by the response I got. "That little shit." Maniacal laughter lite up my brain. "I'm going to beat his ass and then fuck him until he can't think straight." 

I didn't need to hear that, but at least I knew I came through for my homie. "So. Where's your roommate for fuck's sake?" Well, I hoped for fuck's sake, but now was not the time to split hairs on my verbiage. "She's taking a god damn shower. Wait on my bed for her if you'd like. I'll be using your room for a bit." Still too much information, but at least that's less blunt. 

So she walked out of her room and stormed to mine. I took three steps into her room and knew immediately what was going on that prevented an answer to my first knocks. "Jesus Christ Sarah." She left that fucking blender contraption set up at the end of her bed and the room smelt of sex. I decided to just throw a blanket over the thing and spray one of the girl's Lysol cans before Rose walked in on this. Just in time too because as I sat down on Sarah's bed the door opened and my goddess strutted in with only a towel on. How did I know she only had a towel on? Guess. Did you guess she dropped the towel? Good for you if you did. 

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry." What are you apologizing for idiot! She hasn't seen you yet! The thoughts that went through my head were INSANCE!! I went from thinking she was going to kill me to me realizing she had probably the greatest body I've ever seen. If it were possible, steam would have been coming out my ears!!!

"Ahhh! What are you doing in my room!" A lot of dialogue is about to happen that will set up the rest of my story, so try and follow along. Also, I just want to tell you now that throughout ALL of it she DIDN'T cover herself up AT ALL. 

"I, um, decided to introduce myself to your roommate and she said to wait in here to meet you, that you'd only be a minute." Well that's a half-truth at least. 

"She didn't tell you I was in the shower!" She was mad, and if I wasn't the one at the wrong end of that anger, it'd be so fucking hot. To answer her I went with the Truth. Truth is always the best defense. "Well she did, but I guess it didn't occur to me to...." 

"To what! Not be a dumb ass and at least wait somewhere where I'd see you when I walk in!" She had a point, let's be fair, but I was in NO mood to be walked all over. Well, if she promised a happy ending I might have been more willing, but again. Not the time to bring that up. 

"Hey! It's not my fault you dropped your towel before you even closed the door! Besides, you don't seem to mind being exposed to me too much!" I finally realized she hadn't covered herself as I said that and I blushed. Hard. If she wasn't so pissed she might have noticed my blushing, but luckily I didn't have to face that embarrassment. 

"Well maybe that's because I'm really pissed right now!!" She then covered herself. A part of my soul started crying when she covered herself. Another part woke up because it now realized that even in just a towel and wet hair she was hot enough to melt the ice caps. 

"Look. I apologize for not thinking ahead fully. Your roommate left a couple surprises in here that kinda distracted me!" I pulled the blanket off the blender thing and Rose's gasp was all I needed to now I had won the argument. In all fairness it was kind of shocking simply because you'd think she'd have SOME decency, but nah. 

"She let you in here with that....thing set up?!?" Yea and it smelled like a 5 hour fuck fest in here too but I covered that up before you came in here. Again, not the time to tell her that. It may have helped my cause, but all her anger was already deflected away from me. "Oh my fucking god. I'll wring her horny little neck." The look of rage she had on her face gave me a very raging erection. I quickly fixed myself before she would notice. Somehow I had turned the tide of this confrontation to very much in my favor. 

"Well you'll have to wait until my roommate finishes with her." Her look of confusion said more than any words could have. "Well to put it simply, when I introduced her to him earlier she opened her legs quicker than I could shut the door and leave." Saying it like that I made Sarah sound really slutty, and later I would learn she isn't like that. She actually just fell in love with my roomie at first sight.




College Life



"She's already fucking a guy on the first day! She barely knows anything about him!" Yea and I know nothing about you, but that hasn't stopped you form yelling at me like me mother. AGAIN, not the time to say that. The sarcastic part of my brain has this fun habit of getting me in trouble, but I had somehow tamed that part of me during our entire conversation. Something about her tamed my rapier like wit.

"Let's stop talking about your roommate, eh? She doesn't seem like a very logic heavy person. My name's Liam. What's yours?" Nice stud. You changed the conversation into a normal one. Maybe this day could turn into a win for me after all. 

"Rosita, but everyone calls me Rose. And nice to officially meet you. So are you going to drop your drawers or are you just going to leave the score two to nothing?" Fear, confusion, and horny-ness all hit me like trucks at the end of that sentence. All the steam that was coming out earlier just reversed back in and nothing was moving. It was like my brain was a deer in headlights.

"Uh, What, um, *clears throat* do you mean?" Smooth tough guy. That was essentially an admission. She would tell me JUST what she meant pretty quickly. "I mean are you going to let me see your naked body once or is this a one way street. I just now noticed your shoes are the same as the ones I saw under Sarah's bed earlier." My face must have screamed shock. All I could think was "She fucking saw me?!? And didn't say or do anything about it?" I didn't know if that was a good sign or bad.


"No. Why should I have? I knew you had probably accidently got trapped in that situation and weren't looking to get busted within the first 6 hours of college life." I would look back on this sentence as the true starting point of my love for her, at the time however I was a sweaty mess. I thought that I had fucked everything up, but I realized that she thought the same way I did. If she did think like me, I had to make up ground quickly so I wouldn't be friend zoned. 

"Look I didn't mean anything by it I swear!" I sounded like a fucking four year old girl that had got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I guess I was, technically, just I was a 18 year old guy that had got caught with his eyes on a beautiful naked 18 year old girl. 

"Yea, yea. I believe you, really. Now, are you going to try and break even or are you going to back out like a pussy?" This put me into a better state of mind, but did nothing to stop my erection. I decided to just do it because any time I was going to undress in front of a woman I was interested in, it would be almost rude to not be sporting full mast when I did it. I mean, if you're going to make a first impression, have to make the best one you can right?

"Alright. You want to see me naked so bad let's make things interesting." I had a plan. Unfortunately I had to use my brain to execute this plan, and I'm not that good at doing that. Her face already said what she was about to, so I had a head start, but she still got me good.

"How so? You're already ahead of me two to none hot shot." Damn she had a point. BUT this is where my sometimes genius brain comes into play. I mean it's usually on vacation 99% of the year, but I have my flashes.

"Fair enough. How about this? If I have the biggest dick you've ever seen, you have to cure me of the raging hard on you've given me." A little blunt, but if I could in any way swing this, this was how. Besides, I think Sarah had rubbed off on me a bit. Plus, Rose didn't seem to mind a bit.

"And what I've your puny dick isn't the biggest I've seen? What then hot shot?" Alright. I've you're going to fight like that I'm not holding anything back sweet cheeks. Gneius brain mode, ACTIVATE!! 

"Then you can do whatever you want with me. You can make me do or say anything you want." Please say yes. Please say yes. If you say yes, oh my god if you say yes. "Alright. Let's see whether you have a right to be this confident." Bingo. Now I just have to hope that my 7 inches is the longest she's ever seen. As I finished taking off my shirt this thought popped into my head. Had to cover my bases. Genius brain was on a roll right now, maybe being horny activated it? "Oh and one more thing. You have to have seen these cocks in real life. A picture of some world record 14 inch cock isn't going to weasel you out of this bet beautiful." 

"Damnit!! You actually thought of how I was going to win this bet!! You bastard!" I chuckled and kicked off my shoes then dropped my pants. Not wearing underwear was an accidental blessing because her sheer shock at my cock was like finding oil in your backyard. "Oh my god! It is the biggest I've seen in real life. Honestly, it's the first I've seen in real life. Sexually at least." Oh sweet baby Jesus she's a virgin on top of everything.

"So how do you plan on relaxing my 7 inches sugar?" Her turn to blush. Hard. Unlike when I blushed, both of us noticed that she was red as a beat. I almost felt bad, as if I had gone too far and was making a mistake. Then my head, the one between my legs, told the one between my shoulders to shut the fuck up and go with it.

"Well I don't really know. I've never done anything like this before." I actually got harder once she confirmed she was a virgin. It actually became a painful erection at that point. Kind of gross that I was being turned on this hard by the fact that she was a virgin, but that's why they're called kinks. Most of them are kinda gross.

"I won't force you to do anything, but if you're comfortable enough I think I can teach you a few things." She seemed comfortable enough because she dropped her towel and I was on her quicker than Han Solo could make the Kessel Run. *Deal with the Star Wars reference. I promised myself I'd make at least one in here*

I'm going to leave third person here and let you experience the action first *hand*. Get it? Masturbation reference? Funny? Not funny? Alright I'll shut up. 

"I nearly ran to her as my pulse skyrocketed. When we embraced we shared a kiss unlike any known to man. It was both an animalistic, lust filled, battle of the tongues while still retaining a more refined, passionate feel to it. My hands roamed her body freely as all I knew in my whole life where her lips. I felt her silky hair and her smooth skin. 

I roamed down her slender frame to her tight, tight, oh so very tight ass. Two round globes of just perky goodness that just felt good to hold in my hands. After a couple seconds of exploring one's bodies I got a firm hold under her ass cheeks and picked her up and got her on her bed. Our lips never parted as I spread her legs and massaged her folds with my fingers. While one hand explored her bottoms, one hand went to the tops and massaged her perky tits. Again they just felt right to grasp with my hands, as if they were expertly crafted to fit my entire grasp. 

Eventually I grew thirsty to taste her and separated our kiss, much to her disappointment. I was now face to face with the most gorgeous pussy to ever grace my sight. I couldn't wait any longer and started feasting on her folds. I used my tongue as an artist would use a paint brush. I used long, precise strokes around her honey pot while using shorter, more frenzied strokes on her clitoris. The work I was putting into pleasuring her was unlike I'd put into any objective I'd ever set before myself before. I knew I was hitting all the right buttons when her hands would clench and pull on my hair. Her moans echoed like a symphony of pleasure that was begging to be heard by the entire world. 

Her body worked up a dazzling sheen before her legs finally clamped around my head as she came. The orgasm rocked her body like nothing I've ever seen and she screamed a scream of ungodly fulfillment and pleasure that nearly sent me into orgasm right then and there. As she came down I resorted to more controlled strokes and a more patient speed. As I lifted myself from her depths to her mouth I was graced by a gaze of unbridled passion. When we locked into yet another kiss to end all kisses she moved her hands to get a handle on my member, pulling it towards her virgin hole. I stopped the kiss so that I could make sure this is what she wanted.

"Are you sure? It will hurt at first, so be prepared." Her response was all I could have ever asked for. "I don't care about any of that. I just want you inside of me. No. I need you inside of me." With that I dipped the head of my cock into her folds, to be greeted by moans of mixed pleasure and pain. I went as slow as she needed. Whenever her face switched from pain to lust I continued inching my way inside of her. Finally, and with a groan that had been building inside of me ever since I entered her, I bottomed out inside of her. 

It was unlike anything I'd ever felt in my life. It was like her vagina was cuddling all around my cock, trying to squeeze anything it could out of me, and I'd only just bottomed out. Ours lips began the dance of the ages once more as I started thrusting little by little. Our bodies felt united, as if they were meant to be this way at all times. Eventually, I formed a rhythm and was thrusting almost completely in and out of her. Our kiss had long since been forced to finish as we both couldn't control our mouths. Moaning and gasping for each other as if we both needed this to be complete. 

I watched her tits fall up and down in front of her as I decided to pick her up and make love to her standing up. Her hair jumped in any direction it pleased, and once again her firm cheeks fell perfectly into my mitts. Suddenly, her whole body tensed and it became nearly impossible to thrust. Her back arched and she came around my cock for the first time. It felt....it's impossible to describe how it felt. Once she finished I laid her back down on the bed and told her to get on her hands and knees. Once she was ready I entered her from behind and discovered a new world of pleasure. Her vagina was now tighter thanks to the different positioning and the slickness from her orgasm made it like slipping between the covers of a bed, only tighter and warmer. 

The ripples that went up her body from each thrust were both obscene and beautiful at the same time. I became lost in all the sensuous pleasures I was experiencing at the time. It was like our bodies merged and I could almost feel her pleasure on top of mine. It made me thrust even faster and seek my release even more. I could tell she was close as well, because it felt as if her pussy was clamping down and sucking all it could out of me. Suddenly I could feel the molten rush of my cum rushing to its release and all I could do was yell "I love you!" Somehow over all the other sounds in the room I heard her yell that she loved me too as we both reached our peaks at the same time and I came inside of her. 

After our bodies came down from their shared high I pulled out of her and laid next to her, gazing deep into her eyes. We stayed like that for what seemed like days, simply gazing into one another's eyes with so much love and affection it was unthinkable that merely two hours ago I was standing arguing with her over how I ended up in her room. Neither of us spoke as we got under her covers, she simply kissed me one last time, turned around, cuddled against my body and we drifted off to sleep."

Hot enough for ya? Whatever your answer, let me continue by saying this about what happened when we woke up the next day. I woke up first and was just filled with love and completion as I recalled all that transpired the night before. As I looked around the room I noticed that Sarah had not returned from her trip to my room. "Good for them." I whispered. I was content to just lie there and gaze at her perfect body forever. When she woke up her reactions were very similar to mine. 

She decided to turn around and face me like we did last night when I decided to break our loving silence with the few questions that were on my mind. "So. Not to ruin this moment, but I wanted to ask if you wanted to make this a more regular occurrence?" I had to hope she wasn't going to one night stand me, and I didn't think she would especially because she gave me her virginity. "What do you think hot shot?" I smiled. 

"Well if this is going to get serious, I have one last serious question. Were you protected at all last night? It completely slipped my mind to use a condom, and I came inside of you." Obviously this never occurred to her because her face went from one of bliss to one of worry. "No I wasn't protected. What if I get pregnant??" I needed to somehow calm both her and myself and fast before this ruined what we had going. 

"Hey. No matter what, I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere and we'll handle whatever happens. Also, I love you." Aww. Aren't I just the cutest thing? If you don't like the sappiness, you shouldn't be reading a romance. "Good. I'm not going to let anything separate you from me." As we kissed once again I realized one very important thing. Everything that had just happened had happened only on my first day of college. I smiled as we kissed, and I thought "The next 4 years are going to be amazing."

To be continued......possibly.