new study partner [f/m] | 2016

During my freshman year of college I was taking this giant lecture class. It was horribly boring and I spent half the class on my phone. A few weeks in I noticed this cute boy looking over at me from halfway across the room. We exchanged a nice smile but then I went back to not paying any attention. I always sat at the end of a row in the back and the next class I see him sitting in the seat next to my usual spot. We introduced ourselves and chatted a bit before class. He was cute but I could tell he was interested in me and I just wasn’t feeling it. He was nice though and a few times during the class we’d joke around about something instead of me just texting one of my friends. The class flew by and as we were leaving he asked if I wanted to hang out sometime. I politely turned him down but told him I’d see him here next week.

A few weeks went by and noting had really changed. Every now and then he’d ask me out again but we never got further then exchanging numbers and talking a little here and there. I did like him more then before, he was a really funny guy but I still wasn’t interested in taking it any further. We were assigned a project and the professor wanted us to work with someone else, and since he was the only one in that class that I really talked to it made sense that we work together. We met in the library a bunch of times to get work done for it and then one day we didn’t have a ton of time before he had to do something so he said it’d be easier if we could work at his place. This boy obviously knew what he was doing because he answered the door just wearing shorts and he looked good! He made up some stupid excuse like he didn’t expect me for a few more minutes as he went to his closet and threw a shirt on. I tried to pretend that I never saw him like that but as we started working on the project I just kept thinking of him shirtless. I hadn’t realized how attracted to him I was and after barely getting anything done due to me being distracted he was kicking me out. He must have realized what was on my mind because as he was walking me to the door he just leaned in and kissed me. I had my books in my hands otherwise I would’ve thrown my arms around him. It was a quick kiss and we smiled when we broke apart. He just said, “I’ll see you tomorrow” and closed his door. If he kept at it I would’ve torn his clothes off of him right there but no, he was going to make me wait for it.

We had class the next day and nothing was said about our kiss. As we were leaving he asked if I wanted to hang out again. This time I said yes and since neither of us had class for a few hours we headed back to my dorm. I was happy I shaved that morning because I was ready to fuck him. It didn’t take long after we were in my room till we were sitting on my bed kissing. It seemed like we stayed at it forever, I felt like I was back in high school, and when I finally felt his hands on my leg I got a jolt of excitement. I leaned back and pulled him down on top of me and now he was between my legs, unfortunately both of us sill had our pants on. He lifted my shirt up slightly and was kissing my stomach, lightly tickling me but turning me on at the same time. And then suddenly he looked at the clock and said he had to leave. I begged him to stay but he said he had to go and before I could get any real explanation out of him he was out the door. I felt like I wanted to cry! I wasn’t sure if he has a girlfriend and only now realized what he was doing, or if there was something about me that he suddenly didn’t like. I sent him a text a bit later on but he just said he was sorry and he had something he forgot he had to do. It didn’t seem legit but I wasn’t going to argue with him, what was the point. I went to bed horny that night and quietly got myself off while my roommate was sleeping across the room. It wasn’t very satisfying but I couldn’t do more so I just went to sleep frustrated.

We didn’t talk till the next time we were in class. I wasn’t sure how to feel so I just played it off like nothing happened. He must have been expecting something else cause he kept asking if I was mad at him. I felt like we were a couple arguing about something stupid. During class he slides a bit closer to me and places a hand on my leg and says he wants him make it up to me. I look over at him and he has a wild look in his eyes. He slowly slides his hand up my leg and looks right at me. I went from slightly annoyed at him to super turned on in an instant. I nodded my head slightly, letting him know that it is ok. I’m wearing leggings so there is just a little bit of fabric separating my leg from his hand. He leans in closer to me and whispers, “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” As he finishes that sentence his hand reaches my pussy. I have to hold in the moan I released both from surprise and excitement. He lightly rubs my now wet pussy through my leggings and my thong. I’m staring lustfully at him now, my body wanting him to keep going. I look around the class and everyone is either paying attention or daydreaming, no one is glancing up to this corner of the room. I look back at him and nod again. He moves his hand up to find the top of my leggings and slides his hand underneath them. My hands are gripping the desk in front of me; the act of squeezing it is helping me from making any noise. When I finally feel his hand reach the top of my pussy it is almost too much. At this moment I needed to fuck this boy.

I pulled his hand up and started packing my stuff up. I told him to come with me. We run out of the class and I debate taking him back to my dorm, which is closer then his, when we pass a unisex bathroom. It’s in a pretty isolated part of the building and I just couldn’t wait anymore. We go in and as he’s locking the door I drop down to my knees and begin working on his pants. I pull them down and take his hardening dick into my mouth right away. I normally spend some time on blowjobs but all I wanted to do was get him hard. I bobbed up and down on him pretty fast until I felt he was hard enough and then got up. He turned me around and bent me forward over the sink, pulling down my leggings and thong too. I reached my hand back to rub my clit as I felt his dick slide into me. Feeling him in me after the touching he had done before was heaven. He began fucking me slowly but soon I was begging him to go harder and harder. I turned on the sink, hoping that would mask some of the sounds but I doubt it did any good, his body was slapping against my ass too loudly. Between him thrusting in and out of me and me rubbing my clit it didn’t take very long for me to cum. I tightly gripped the sink as I moaned loudly and came hard on his dick. Feeling me cum on him sent him over the edge too and he gave another two thrusts until he said he was going to cum. I told him to pull out and I dropped back down to my knees, I was super horny and wanted to taste him. I just got the tip of his dick in when he exploded and pumped his cum in my mouth. I swallowed every drop as I stared up into his eyes.

We were both hot and sweaty from the quick but intense fuck and used the paper towels to wipe ourselves down as we got dressed. We didn’t return to class that day. His dorm was going to be empty for a while so we decided to head back there and spend more time getting to know each other. We “studied” together a lot that semester and a decent amount of the next one.