| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: A Quick Study 2 |
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So here I sit in my faded red t-shirt and my tight Levi’s waiting in anticipation. I've been in the library almost all evening. I was hoping my curvaceous brunette study partner would be back again tonight. The library couldn't be more ready for us. Now that most of the finals are done the library is empty up here on the third floor. All of the rooms are empty and there is not a soul nearby. It's just me sitting here with my impatience. I bide my time with my iPod and a book, looking as occupied as I can. Hopefully it won't be much longer until our rendezvous; I still haven't really been with a woman in so long that I don't know what I'd even be able to do. Let's hope I'm not rusty. When I had just about given up hope and was about to call it a night, I get a light two-fingered tap on my shoulder. There she is, the long-legged girl of my dreams. "I almost didn't expect you to-" She cuts me off with a finger to my lips, urging me not to speak. She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the same room where we first encountered each other’s bodies. She looks back as I'm looking longingly at her tight denim covered butt. "Still see anything you like?" she teases, this time with a strong and fierce smile on her face. I reply as last time: "I don't see anything I don't like." Moving in close, I attempt a kiss. She blocks the kiss with another finger to my lips, nodding “No” with her head. "Not so soon baby. We must be patient. We can't be so obvious," she says as she grazes my bulge with the backside of her hand. I quiver in anticipation. She leads me into that same room and locks the door. She tells me to lie down on the table and to close my eyes. I obey and do as I'm told. I can only hear what she does next. I hear her belt clink and slide off her tiny waist. I can faintly make out the zipper of her tight denim jeans and I hear them softly thump onto the floor. I envision her taking her sweater off over those large C cup breasts. Better still I can hear the soft click as she unclips and slips her bra off. I feel a soft touch start at my feet. My shoes are slipped off and that same hand rides up my Levi’s towards my quivering bulge. It grazes my hardness and goes to work on my belt with a slight fumble of inexperience. I can feel my belt loosen and me zipper being undone. My jeans are slipped off with my boxers, leaving me exposed and shuddering. I can feel her moving and climbing now. She sits atop me and I feel her lean down and then... …A soft, warm kiss on the lips. Her body on top of mine, hot and firm. I can feel the smooth skin of her taut thighs on mine. She kisses me again, and deeper this time. She leans back and sits upright. "Open your eyes. Do you like what you see now?" All I can do is nod in affirmation. Her golden body is completely naked and completely smooth. Not a hint of hair anywhere except that short flirty brown hair on her head that smells clean like flowers and a little fruity. Her nipples are soft and erect on those perky breasts. I reach up and fondle her suppleness. I sit up to touch her more and she responds by pushing me down hard onto the table with a grin while she bites her lower lip a little bit. "You did all the work last time. Now it's my turn to make you moan..." She sits up a bit and unties the sides of her scarcely covering thong and pulls it off slowly. She then pulls my shirt off my head and lays me back down on the table. Both of us are now completely naked, quivering in anticipation. Without words she lifts herself up and softly grasps my shaft and places the head at her tight virgin entrance. I can feel my taut, raging head parting her dripping lips. It slowly slips its way inside that wet, tight pussy. Her mouth opens, gasping so slightly for air. A look of intense pleasure and delight is on her face. All in one swoop I thrust up, not too fast, but quicker than she expects. I push hard in that motion, feeling her tightness break ever so slightly. She gasps hard as I hit that tender swollen spot inside her. She pushes back, driving me deeper and deeper into her now hot, tight and wet pussy. I can feel my bare shaft still fighting her tight and resistant walls. She's now riding, contorting and bucking on me wildly. She wants it and again I'm giving it to her how I knew she'd want it. All of a sudden she stops moving and her head droops. She looks up to me with a look of mild frustration and a lot of passion. "It's your turn silly. I'm going to make you cum inside me. Just lie there and take it like a man. Silly boy..." She pins my hands behind me as to keep my arms there. She gets back to business, my raging cock still inside her. She is now gyrating and pushing, pulsating and pulling. She lifts herself up and drops her tight ass and hips onto me. Her butt slaps my hips. I can hear her slurping on me. I can't take it in her. I can feel my orgasm building in my base. It reaches my hips and then my whole body contorts. I can feel the hard release and push as I orgasm hard inside her. I fill her up and I ooze and seep. She won't stop; she keeps riding me. I can't take it. My hands go numb and my face looses its feelings. My cum only urges her on. She keeps on riding, bucking, gyrating and slapping. How am I still hard I wonder? I can feel her tight pussy squeeze even tighter and I know her orgasm is coming too. She cums wildly, her juices adding to mine. She falls forward onto my chest, my breath matching hers in our panting. I slip out of her. We lie there for who knows how long resting. We wake up in a pool of stickiness, reeking of our lovemaking. I'd never had it so good. I turn to her and say "I have one more trick up my sleeve." I grin, bite my lip and then kiss her on the forehead. "But it will have to wait for another time." Without words we dress, straighten ourselves up as much as we can, still feeling our rawness and our orgasms’ echoes. With one final kiss we prepare to depart. "You know, I still never got your name,” I say to her. "Does it matter so long as we get to see each other again?" "No, I guess it doesn't. Can we meet again then?" "Yes of course, but next time, we meet at my place. I have more things I want to do to you than I can do here,” she says with a wink. |
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Very enjoyable
