[M]ed school adventures (Part 2), [F] entering the basement | 2016

This story was the second encounter, which happened after the first one: reddit!. I keep it short for those who don’t want to read the background again. I am a former Med student, 1.85m tall, slim fit, dark blonde hair with an overdose of libido. Happy married and never the less gave in an opportunity. Berry has been a long-term friend and fellow student in med school. She is tall, slim body, with shoulder length hair, deep brown eyes, perky tits and firm ass. Intelligent and bright, confident, but not that much of an extrovert. She herself is a long term and shortly open relationship.

After our first encounter with Berry at my Side-job work base at the hospital, I felt numb. I couldn’t really accept what I had done. I always indent to live a good and moral life and cheating was definitely treason. It felt like a blurry, unrealistic dream I had. It was an exciting dream though, but on the other hand the thought of having betrayed my love of my life tore me down. I became angry with myself. I was confronted with my desires. And I lost a battle. I thought about the things that would happen if anyone would recognize. My friends, family, wife, I would be a huge disappointment. At this time, I was sure: I would not let it happen again…

Oh boy…

Thursday evening is the day the city gets flooded with students heading to the local clubs. I dressed up with my friends and as I mentioned earlier, Berry was within the same group of friends and we often went out together. We had not spoken since our first encounter and I just wanted to go out, have fun and enjoy the music. So, we went to the club and soon after, Berry with the girls arrived. Our two groups joined, and we had a fun time. Berry has a magnificent poker face, she acted all natural, like nothing ever had happened. None of my friends would get a chance to realize what was going on between us.

I avoided too much eye contact with her...but damn..she is just a great dancer, knowing how to move her slim body, shaking her booty and going with the rhythm. I couldn’t help myself, but the pictures of our night together popped in my head …somehow, I felt ashamed for the wish to fuck her again. I usually like to be in control of myself, hardworking and reaching my goals…but somehow I become one of the weakest when I see her. I know she knew how dangerous this game was and it was kind of a relief, that she did not play with the fire while we were out. She did nothing to endanger our cover of just "being friends". But her dancing on the floor and then these bubbles popping in my head: her spread open wide, her moaning, her unrestrained lust and excitement, gave me a hard on right there on the floor. I couldn’t do anything. As the evening faded out we left the club and everyone went their ways. Since the city in the night is not that harmless and one should not go alone, we often went home in small groups, driving with our bicycles in groups of two or three. Berry lived in the same direction, so I went with her and another girl.

This would have been the moment, I know…to escape the situation. But since I had not really a sign from her, that she would like to repeat our adventure, I kind of explained to myself just to be "a gentlemen" and drive with her safe home.

As I said goodbye, she bit her lips and ask how I was doing. I said I am ok, and I enjoyed what happened, even though I knew it was wrong. She then told me she was surprized too, how she liked it and…she stopped, turned, and opened the cellar of her apartment to store her bike.

As she went through the door, she gave me this look, kind of lascivious, but strong, lustful look… This was too much...my dick was hard for the last hour and I followed her into the cellar… She closed the door and it was nearly complete darkness, only a small window let in some moonlight… This time, there was nothing romantic about it. As we started kissing it was more like a mixture of anger, biting, hunger and lust. Frustration about my weakness exaggerated the situation. She groped my hard cock in the dark and I knew she needs it as well as I needs it…

I hold her tight, press her against the dusty wall beyond the window, tore down her pants and enter her with no hesitation. No romantic foreplay. I thrusted myself into her as deep I could. Somehow, as I am about to lose the fight against the desire again, I wanted to “lose properly”. I didn’t care about her in this moment. I didn’t want to feel her comfortable in this cold, dirty dark cellar. I just wanted to spread her and fucked her with no mercy. This time we didn’t use a condom and I think, this gave her an extra thrill. I actually didn’t give a thought about her joy. I wanted to use her, fuck her and maybe this would result in an end of our secret adventure. But with each thrust, her moaning became louder. With my hand I covered her mouth and tore her towards my cock, again, and again and again. Moonlight on her pale skin, the slapping of body parts. She bit my hand while her juices drenched my hungry horny cock. I don’t stop when she weakens and her body started to tremble. I didn’t want to give her a rest. I pressed her even tighter to the wall as I felt my orgasm building up. As I came, I nearly blacked out; my heart was racing, I felt my cock pumping in her pussy and my legs weakened. She must have felt it too because she pressed her cheeks together and tensioned her inner pelvic muscles and slowly moved back and forth, like she wanted to milk every last drop out of me. “Wow, that was intense”, was all she said as we parted. Nothing else.

Next day in the lecture, she showed me some white stains on her coat..with a smirk …just for a little moment, in the middle of the university, between all our friends, she lost her innocent poker face for a couple of seconds…