Exploding with frustration during my late night study session at uni [m/f] | 2016

It's exam time and like the lazy piece of shit that I am, I've neglected all my study throughout the semester for it to be crammed at the last second. This has meant a LOT of frantic study sessions at uni and staying back quite late. Usually this is a fucking pain in the ass, but yesterday was different. Needless to say, I didn't get much work done.

I settled in at my study spot for the afternoon, accepting my fate of being virtually chained to this desk for the next 6 hours at least. At this point I had an idea. An ex fuckbuddy of mine, Ryan, had just broken up with his girlfriend the week before... just what I need to break the relentless monotony of study. I quickly snapped him a photo of my study area with some dumb caption, wondering if he would take the bait. In less than a minute he was messaging me, asking for my location. "I'll come join you," he said. Perfect.

I subtly checked my hair and makeup before settling in with my stats proofs. A few minutes later, from the corner of my eye I spotted him, strolling calmly towards me. Ryan is of average height and quite slim, with brown hair and stubble that I go crazy for. A perfect complement to my 5'0" DD curves (pics in history). I flashed a sweet smile at him as he sat down beside me.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in ages!" I said brightly. This was true, it had been a while but the last time I saw him his thick cock had been deep inside me.

"Yeah, how have you been?" We exchanged some casual smalltalk for a while, but it wasn't long at all before the flirtatious banter began.

Ryan is a couple of years older than me and in the same course, so thankfully he provided some much needed assistance to my study. At one point I must have asked a particularly stupid question, which he playfully teased about.

"Look I'm sorry I'm absolutely useless at business stats, ok?" I pouted.

He smirked at me. "It's ok, you make up for it by being good at other things."

"Oh like what?" I feigned ignorance, but the sultry look in my eye gave me away.

"Don't act like you don't know you, you sneaky bitch" He berated me.

I acted all indignant at being spoken to so harshly, but actually I was loving it. Nonetheless I had to get back at him. So I leaned in, closing the space between us on tbe bench, and looking him straight in the eye, my hands reached under the table and grabbed at the already impressive bulge in his pants. I felt him stiffen next to me but he refused to lose composure, so I began to stroke the outline of his cock, torturously slow, through his pants.

Ryan's breathing became ever so slightly heavier, but it wasn't long before he roughly shoved my hand off and turned to me with an evil look in his eye. Fuck, I had done it now. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me even closer before placing his other hand on my upper thigh. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up my skirt, higher and higher, getting so so close to where I wanted it so bad. It was now my turn to fight to maintain a mask of composure. I gripped my pen tightly, trying to focus on the equations in front of me as his deft fingers began to press firmly right over my clit. My vision blurred, in and out of focus, as a gasp escaped my lips. I'm sure he could feel how drenched I was even through my panties.

"I wish there was no one else in this room right now" he growled into my ear. I let out a barely audible whimper at the sound of his voice, dripping lust, and his hot breath on my neck. "W-what would you do to me if we were alone?" I whispered back.

"I would grab you, push you up against the wall, lift your leg up and get right in, so deep, inside you. Remember how deep I would get inside you?" The combination of his words and touch was too much and I moaned as my head fell into my hands on the table in front of me.

"When we finally get alone, I'm going to pin your arms down above your head and watch you squirm as I fuck you over and over again, make you feel my cock inside that tight pussy of yours."

At this point I was nearly about to explode. It took every ounce of self control not to a) scream and b) rip his clothes off and start riding him right there. I just needed that thick cock of his inside me soooo bad.

Suddenly, Ryan pulled his hand away and shifted away from me on the bench. "Well, that's gotta wait for another time!" He smirked at me. I nearly screamed in frustration at the loss of his touch. I couldn't do anything though, it was my fault, I was the one who had started this game. And he was the one who was victorious. Or so he thought.

At that point a couple of my friends found me and joined us. I made introductions innocently, everyone oblivious to the scorching heat that had been going on. Ryan had to go study with his friends too, so soon he left me, frustrated beyond reason and unable to do anything to satisfy myself. With no choice, I turned back to the banality of probability distributions.

A few hours later, minimal progress had been made on account of the fact that I was still horny as fuck with no respite in sight. I checked my phone and with a smile, I realised that Ryan was in the same situation. He had sent me several messages over the course of the past hour.

"Fuck that was so hot."

"I'm so hard right now."

"I want you."

Without hesitating, I messaged him straight back. "I want to feel your cum dripping down my throat."

It took a second for him to reply. "Meet me in the unisex bathroom on your floor."

I stared, blinking at my screen. We had been teasing each other all afternoon, pushing each other to the limit, but now I couldn't believe it was actually happening. At uni! During exam season! While our friends were studying metres away! But the need that had been growing inside me was too much. Excitedly, I put my pen down and set off down the hallway.

At 9pm, the area was already empty. I saw him as I turned the corner to the bathroom, staring deep into his eyes. Without saying a word, I opened the door and dragged him inside. I fumbled with a lock for a second before turning to him, his back against the wall.

Our lips crashed together with hunger and desperation as his hands grasped at my back. He reached around, groping my tits, squeezing my nipple as I let out a low moan. "Shh! We gotta be quick" he warned. I wasted no time at all, getting to my knees, undoing his pants and pulling his gorgeous, thick cock out.

I had almost forgotten how perfect his cock was. It was about 7inches long and so thick, basically the perfect size for me. My hands grasped at his base and I paused for a second... before I opened my lips and sucked him in, pushing my head down until the entire length of him was enveloped in my warm, wet mouth.

"Fuuuuuck." He moaned above me. I smiled to myself as I moved up and down on his thick shaft, skillfully using my tongue to flick his tip as I went. "Fuck I'm not going to last long...." and just as he said that, I felt his cock explode with warm cum in my mouth as he let out a low, delicious groan. I swallowed every drop, continuing to suck gently around the head of his dick as he came.

I looked up and smiled as he panted, trying to catch his breath. Neither of us could believe that just happened. We quickly cleaned up, straighted our clothed and exited the bathroom one at a time to avoid suspicion. After he left, I took a quick look at myself in the mirror, making sure my appearance was impeccable so my friends wouldn't suspect a thing.

When I sat down with them a minute later, one of asked "where have you been?"

"Oh," I replied, with the slightest hint of a smile, "just to the bathroom." It wasn't a lie.