Come With Me (An After Class Hookup) [mf] [college]

It was late spring in the Northwest, and my Literature of Philosophy class met outside, in the gorgeous April sun, as the professor read Voltaire in his thick French accent. It was an inter-discipline class, and upper level, so there were only about 8 bored students sitting quietly in the grass pretending to listen, but actually taking in sun and covertly watching a rowdy game of Ultimate that was happening across the quad.

I sat close to Miranda, a lovely white junior. She was dressed in a brown tank top that could not disguise her huge plump breasts, even though she was clearly wearing a strong bra underneath. Miranda pushed a lock of long blondish brown hair out of her face, and I noticed that she had a cute lovely silver loop in one nostril, and that her eyes, gleaming in the bright sun, seemed hazel with flecks of gold. She was wearing jeans over her skinny co-ed legs, which might have been a poor choice, since temperatures were sweltering. I was in a light T shirt and loose khaki shorts, which were not only cooler, but worked well at hiding the half hard boner I was getting as I gazed at Miranda’s close up tits. I saw a bead of sweat go down the side of her neck, toward the middle of her cleavage, and almost reached out to wipe it off of her fair skin- but caught myself just in time.

Miranda looked up at me and smiled. We were kind of friends- on a first name basis, and saw each other around campus here and there. Our social lives did not mix much- I was in a fraternity over on Fraternity Row, and she was in Ogden House, which was filled, for the most part, with study nerds and international students. Still, we said hello when we passed on our fairly small campus.

The class was finally over. The professor snapped his book shut and smiled at us all. “Go make Frisbee,” he told us, waving a hand at the game across the quad. The students got to their feet, dusting off grass and pollen. Miranda’s boobs bounced when she stood. “God, I’m dying here,” she said. “So hot, and no breeze at all.”

“Your fault for wearing pants,” I told her.

“So true,” she laughed. “And pathetic. But I didn’t have time to shave this morning, and didn’t want to scare you away.”

“Seriously?” I asked as we began to walk toward the center of the campus.

“Seriously.” Miranda said. “I shave everywhere usually, but have been so busy moving into a new room, I haven’t had a chance. And there’s no way I want you mistaking me for any of those other hippies in my dorm.”

Wow, so much to respond to. I opted for the obvious. “Everywhere? Really?” I asked. Remember, this was the 90’s still, and shaven pussy was still pretty rare among young people. We were the last generation not exposed to instant free and readily available Internet porn.

She giggled. “Yes. I’m going to go shower and shave now. Want to come back to my room and wait for me, and we can hang out afterwards?”

“Only if you wear shorts and maybe skip the bra.” I said, very boldly.

“Deal,” she said. “This bra is killing my tits. You have no idea how hard it is to have huge breasts.” Perhaps. But I know how hard her huge breasts were making my thick cock.

I offered and elbow, and Miranda snaked an arm through it, and arm in arm we strolled back to her place. I was quietly thinking that it had never before been this easy to pick up a girl. Of course, nothing was guaranteed, and we might just end up sitting in her room and talking.

“Oh, you are kind of sweaty too,” Miranda said, grinning up at me, and her large soft left tit pushed against my forearm. “Maybe you should hop in the shower too.”

I grimaced, a little embarrassed. “Sorry,” I said. “Um, my room is back the other way.”

“With me, silly.” She said, looking over at me. “I saw you staring at my tits the whole class, even though you were trying to hide it. Made me really horny. I haven’t been fucked in months, and so I think you should come back to my room and shower with me.”

I looked at her flashing hazel eyes and quick sly grin. She was such a clean, lovely beautiful girl. “No one else around?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I have a single, and my own bathroom and shower.”

She let go of my arm as we got close to her dorm, and we walked casually together into the cool lobby, and then turned left, and moved up a flight of stairs. I followed her down a low lit hallway and waited while she pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. She stepped in, and I followed.

Miranda closed the door behind me and then turned and pushed herself against me, her head tilting up, and our lips locking. Our tongues flickered together, wet, hot, urgent, and felt her breath, tasted her mouth. Her soft tits smashed against my hard chest and abdomen, and I knew my cock was rigid in my shorts.

“I’m assuming you want to fuck,” she Miranda, matter of factly, backing away. “You feel like you do.”

“I do,” I said. “Its just kind of a surprise, how you, how this…”

“How I picked you up on the walk home, and started talking about my hairy pussy?” she finished for me. “When you get to know me, you’ll find out that I’m pretty good at expressing my needs. Now, shower?”

Miranda turned and walked into her small dorm apartment, pulling her tank top over her head, then reaching back behind to unsnap her heavy bra. She tossed those aside, and then pushed her pants down her hips, revealing a white luscious ass- and no panties in sight. She looked back at me. “Naked yet?”

I pulled my clothes off, and stood there with a completely hard jutting cock. Miranda turned around and looked at me. “Oh my god that is a beautiful dick. Hey, can I propose something?”

I stepped forward, seeing her pendulous tits for the first time, full and high, with large red nipples. “Sure, what is it?” I asked. I looked down as saw a little hair on her pussy, but not much. If she missed shaving, it wasn’t for very long.

“Well, I do want to take a shower. But if my body doesn’t gross you out, I’d like to do something first.”

“You’re gorgeous. What do you want to do.”

“Come here,” she said. “Follow me.” Miranda walked through a door, into her small bedroom. She sat down on her messed up sheets and blankets, pushed them out of the way, and skivvied back on the bed. She lay back, her tits like bouncy pillows on her chest, and then spread her legs completely apart, like a gymnast. She reached down, and rubbed her fuzzy little pussy, which was gleaming pink, and covered by just a light shade of fuzzy auburn-colored pubes.

Miranda used both hands and spread her cunt lips, and then looked up at me. “Come over here, and just slowly sink that cock inside me. I need to be fucked to a hot cum, right now.” I complied, getting on the bed, feeling it sink a little below my knees as I moved forward. Balancing, I placed a hand on her left leg, and then pushed my hips forward, my right hand holding my rigid cock, and as she breathed out happily, I slowly pushed the thick head of my dick into her soaked cunt. I slid all the way in, and she exhaled loudly, with a kind of moan. “Oh fuck,” she managed, and then I was indeed fucking her, sliding my cock in and out of the fuzzy juncture between her skinny legs. Her monstrous tits bounced like funbags under me, but I didn’t grab them, since I was too busy holding myself up above this sweaty, slutty little dorm nerd.

Miranda gyrated her hips, grinding that juicy cunt against me, and then I felt her fingers, reaching around, playing with my balls. She began shaking, and I could feel her cumming, and then it was even more obvious as her eyes rolled up into her head, and she screamed “I’m cumming you fucking bastard!” I felt her pussy pulsating under me as she peaked, and saw her shimmying and shaking under me. “Oh god,” I said, feeling my own nut about to pop.

“In my mouth,” she gasped, pushing me off of her, and birddogging for my thick cock. Her eager mouth closed over the glistening cummy wet cock just as I began spurting into it. A small stream of white sperm flowed out of the corner of her mouth as Miranda gulped heroically, swallowing as much of my spunk as she could manage. I thrust my hips forward, and she almost gagged, but managed to breathe through her nostrils as she sucked on my spurting dick.

A moment later I was done, and fell back on the bed. She moved with me, keeping my cock in her mouth, and then was licking it, running her tongue up and down my stomach, almost purring.

“Jesus, that was good,” she told me. “I would have kicked your legs out from under you after the first class if I had known what a wonderful fuck you are.”

“You were amazing,” I told her.

“And now we shower then lets order pizza.” Miranda said. “And I just have to ask. Do you like anal? Because I’m still horny and I was thinking if your cock got hard while we’re showering, you should slip it in my ass. But slowly, ok?”

I could barely get a word in edgewise. And for the next few weeks, when we fucked every day, that was pretty much the theme of our relationship. When school got out for the summer, I went back home, and when I returned in the fall, Miranda had transferred away, and that was all there is to tell about her. I moved on with my life, having discovered that sometimes the quiet girls can be the kinkiest when you get them alone and talking.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6gcom0/come_with_me_an_after_class_hookup_mf_college