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Schoolmates
David Rook |
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Clouds cover the sky in a sea of gray;
in the distance the sound of thunder can be heard. The air is
thick with the smell of rain; the clouds are going to pour
tonight. The student trudged through the residence quad after a
grueling day of classes, he basked in the fact that it was Friday;
no classes tomorrow. His roommate had gone home for the weekend so
he had the room to himself. He looked forward to two days of
sleeping, his roommate talked in his sleep, and listening to music
at all hours. He didn’t even want to think about Monday. Lost in
thought he almost didn’t see her, when he did time slowed, across
the quad stood the women of his most wild imagination. She stood
under a maple silently reading a book, her rimmed glasses pushed
firmly onto her delicate nose and a look of concentration edged on
her face. Her long blond hair, which she had handily tied in a
single tail, reached the middle of her back fanning down toward
her waist. The tight blue jeans she wore outlined the smooth lines
of her legs and the fine curve of her ass. The loose blue t-shirt
she wore clumped around her upper body and left the smallest part
of her navel showing. She had the look of Athena, both a scholar
and a goddess, the student felt pained just by glancing in her
direction.
All he was to her was a friend. He needed more; he needed to feel
the caress of her eyes, the breath of her voice, the true song of
her being. Another student strolls up to her, how dare he
interrupt her reverie, the green snake of envy rises in the
student. He wants to run over and chase the interloper away. This
is their time, her time to read and his time to soak up her
presence. The trespasser finishes his talk and quickly ducks away
running across the quad. Summing strength from somewhere unknown
the student walks over toward the object of his affection.
Greetings commence. She talks and all the student can do is smile,
his wits try avoiding any pitfalls of conversation, while he
marvels at the being before him. A creature that can posse the
sheer fire of this beauty is truly amazing, the student tries not
to stare. She invites him to come to the library that evening to
help her study her Asian history, the student tries not to accept
to readily.
That evening, after thoroughly grooming himself to the point where
he is so clean that you could eat off him, the student appears at
the library. Down the stairs, through the door and around the
corner he hurriedly walks his body calling for the first sight of
his beloved. He finds her sitting calmly in the back of the stacks
at a small desk. Taking a seat on the couch next to the desk the
student gives the proper greeting all the while inwardly giddy
about his luck. Long into the night they work learning dates and
facts, all information that the student spent time researching so
as not to look foolish. As the evening went onward they laughed
and joked, her hair slowly slipping from the tie and the shirt
beginning to stick thanks to the room having no air conditioning.
When they are finally complete, the girl places down her pen and
gives a great stretch. The student does his best to stifle a yawn,
all the while trying to subtly watch the girl.
Mid-stretch the girl’s eyes dart around and catch the student’s
eyes soaking her up. She smiles politely and pushes an errant hair
back into place. Then in a bold move, but not out of character,
she moves toward the student with a smile of quick mischief. She
walks and in one swift motion sits atop the boys lap so that she
is straddling his waist. The student’s hands pull back at this
unexpected turn, almost afraid to touch the beautiful girl in
front of him. Out of nowhere launches a burst of courage and the
student reaches up toward the girl and pulls her face down toward
himself. Meeting him halfway she yanks his face forward and gives
him a deep kiss. Their lips meld first then their whole bodies.
Her lips are firm and powerful, while his quietly massage against
hers. Their hands are all over each other as they explore all the
intimacies of their shared touch. His hands run over her back,
memorizing the feel of fabric against her perfect skin. Soon his
hands migrate south to cover her tight ass through her faded
denim. Her hands run around his face and through his hair to truly
see him for the first time. As their bodies get closer together
she can feel the bulge in his pants become stiff and hard in
anticipation. Revealing that she knows, her right hand crawls down
his chest and pushes against the awaiting projection. She smiles
calmly as the student notices her nipples pushing against her top,
showing her excitement. Smiling back the student moves his hands
to cup each breast as a man might test a fruit to see if it is
ripe. The snap of the clasp is the only event that alerts the
student as her hand reaches into his pants. As an ancient explorer
the hand pushes back his briefs and reaches the hard protrusion
beneath. Playing her hand across its length she then reaches up,
while he steadies her, she unclasps her own jeans. Looking around
she stands up quickly and wiggles out of first her jeans then her
navy blue panties.
Standing next to the stacks is a beautiful girl, placing her jeans
and underwear in a pile next the couch, hovering over an erect
student with his pants down to his knees. Reaching into her purse
she produces a small packet, a condom, she shyly unwraps the latex
device and expertly encompasses the youths erection in the rubber
sheath. Smiling that wicked smile she climbs back atop the
student, this time being careful to avoid being poked. Reaching
down she enwraps his erection and gently massages it into the warm
dampness beginning between her legs. He grits his teeth to stop
from moaning, while she does her best to strangle any noise.
Finally, when neither of them can take it any longer, they move
together, they join together both body and soul. Starting off slow
they begin to move faster as the passion begins to grab them both.
Each thrust made by the student pushes him deeper into his
ladylove. Holding on for balance she wraps her sinuous legs around
his midsection as he moves harder and faster against her. As they
move faster the world seems to fall away and all that remains is
the two of them wrapped in their cocoon of pleasure. Her skin
comes alive to the touch, his hands embedding in every inch of her
perfect frame. Her hands push back his hair so she can view the
intense form of concentration on his face. Worried that they might
be caught both do their best to keep silent, but when they finally
reach climax both strain against the mutual bonds as a prisoner
chained the wall. Afterwards he slowly lowers her to couch and
pulls out. Covered in sweat they both lie down among the smell of
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