[M/F] Date night in college (Cunnilingus) Part 1? | 2016

Rachel's red hair was different today, with big, lazy curls hanging heavily on her shoulders. She always complained about how long it took her to do her hair this way, but on special occasions she'd do it for me. She smiled warmly, grabbed my face with her hands, and kissed me deeply. For a moment, we weren't standing on the doorstep of my shitty college apartment on a busy street in a cold Midwestern city, and the rubbernecking commuters weren't gawking at us while waiting for a green light.

With a giggle and smile, she broke away, the palm of her hand on the center of my chest. "Take me inside, unless you intend on giving the whole street a show." I opened the door and stood aside, motioning up the stairs to the apartment door. I could smell her perfume as she passed, an intoxicating cloud that hung close to her. As she ascended the stairs, I started to notice her outfit for our day; black leggings and a long, billowy blouse. I wondered how long she would wear it for. Impatient, I gently pinched her ass and brushed my hand up her shirt, better revealing the leggings that showed off her gorgeous shape. As I slide my hand around her hip and over her pelvis, she momentarily melts into me before playfully pushing me off with yet another smile. "Stop! I haven't even been here five minutes! And you promised me breakfast."

It was true. With both of my roommates gone for the weekend, I had invited Rachel over for a date. Poor as we were, most of our dates were spent making each other meals, watching pirated movies, or alone in bed. Today was no different, but having the house to ourselves opened up lots of...possibilities. I showed her to the kitchen, where her breakfast was waiting.

Afterwards, as she began to cleanup, she told me to pick a movie for us. I had done this long before she arrived, and so instead wrapped myself around her while she stood at the sink, her back towards me. I quieted her protests with a well placed nip on her neck, and felt her turn to putty in my hands. She began to push her hips back into me, moving up and down on the growing outline of my cock. I grabbed her throat in my left hand, and brought my right hand down to her pussy. Teasing at first, I gently traced over her clit through her leggings, occasionally nibbling her earlobe or neck. She began to breathe heavily, her chest heaving her small breasts higher and higher. My hand had found its way into her panties now, already warm and slick to the touch. She was beginning to push harder now, her hips moving in rhythm with her breathing. She began to whimper in anticipation. I toyed with her like this for what must have felt like an eternity before hearing one of the sexiest things I have ever heard:

"Please..."

I roughly turned her to face me, looked deep into her blue-green eyes, and kissed her as if her life depended on it. She pulled my fingers from inside her, and breaking away from my lips, sucked her juices from my fingers. We quickly locked lips again. I could taste her pussy on her tongue, but it wasn't enough; I had to taste her myself. I pushed her onto her back on the table, quickly stripped her leggings and panties, and admired her. The thin tuft of hair she usually kept on her mound was gone, nothing left but smooth, pink skin. Unable to contain a grin, I kissed her once more before getting down to my work. I slowly kissed up and down her thighs before licking her wet pussy, sweet and slick on my tongue. Her whimpering intensified, and she begged me to finger her. I gladly obliged, and began the her favorite 'come hither' motion while simultaneously sucking on her clit gently. It wasn't long before her nails raked my scalp, thighs squeezed around my ears and she began to buck wildly.

"Don't fucking stop, don't fucking stop...Please...PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

I felt what should have been pain in my ears, her nails that were previously roaming my skull had found handholds on the side of my head. I couldn't have possibly cared less. She suddenly grew deathly quiet, quivering uncontrollably on the kitchen table, and collapsed. Now laughing and practically hyperventilating, Rachel sprang up and kissed me aggressively, biting my lower lip and pawing at my clothes. She quickly pulls me between her legs and begins rocking. Now eye to eye, she takes of my shirt before lightly pinching my nipple.

"That was incredible, you know."

She breaks eye contact to lean closer, and whisper into my ear things that I swear will go with me to my grave. Invigorated, I lift her up, and carry her to the nest I've built in the living room....

There is plenty more to this story if people actually seem to like it. I can post the rest if thats the case!