College musing

It’s a cliche to see young women in active wear, and frankly, not my thing. I’m usually drawn to the arty alternate types, the ones who listen to bands barely anyone’s heard of, and have more than a token appreciation of style. Studying in a post-graduate class, where most people come from privileged upbringings, means everyone’s competing for status; it bores me.

I’d be lying if I said you didn’t catch my eye. The way the leggings tightly hug your figure, born of 1000’s of squats I’m sure. I can’t help but lose concentration, with my imagination drifting to things far more suited to my interests. I can’t help but think you haven’t been with a guy like me, although I’m sure you’re spoilt for choice. I just don’t think you’ve run in the same circles. The kink clubs, swingers parties, and leaving my ex bruised until she stopped begging for more. It’s hard to imagine you under me like that. But maybe hidden under that active wear is someone who craves to be used. Maybe it serves a dual purpose; garnering attention for your exquisite figure, and hiding all of your little secrets.

The class comes to an end, a monotony of new information, nothing’s sunk in. As we’re leaving you come up to me and compliment me on my bright shirt, and give me a cute little smile. In that moment, I’m swamped with previous daydreams, just trying to stay composed, as I give off a small smirk and say “Thanks”. Hopefully you’ll put it down to me being a silent type, not realising the extent of my thoughts. As you smile back and then walk away wordlessly, I can’t help but stare, as a rush goes through me, craving you to the core of my being. It’s important that we stay professional, so another part of me needs you to not have noticed any of this.

Days and weeks go by, and it’s much of the same. Me getting lost in the thought of you whenever you’re around. It doesn’t matter that I have a girlfriend, who I’m very happy with, you still capture my full attention whenever I see you.

It’s a month later, and I’m at the end of year university ball. The women look gorgeous, but it seems like the guys haven’t done much but put suits on. I have a strong disdain for how most guys dress, and even in this environment, I don’t feel any of them really get it. A complete lack of expression, with little understanding of what suits them. As the night’s taking off, I wander outside to have a solo cigarette, a pause of solitude in the raucousness of the celebrations.

As I’m blowing out the first drag into the brisk evening air, I let go of all the tension of having to be in this environment. The smoke wisps away, as I feel a presence next to me. There she is. Doing my best to maintain my composure, I look her right in the eye, and gesture to ask if she wants a cigarette.

She silently takes my cigarette, inhaling deeply multiple times, enjoying the smoke filling her lungs. “Your suit looks great” she says, seemingly satisfied.

I smile to myself, and reply slowly “you shouldn’t take what’s yours, it’s rude”

“Is staring rude too?” she quips straight back. I meet her eyes properly, unflinching. “I’ve seen the way you look at me” she says softly

I slowly take a drag of the cigarette, “I don’t think you’re my type.” She glares at me, as I blow out the smoke. “I mean to say, I don’t think you could handle me.”

She smirks to herself, “What, the silent boy who never speaks up?”

I pause for a while longer then look at her unwaveringly, “Tell me if there’s anything that’s not on the table.”

She just smiles and slowly shakes her head as she turns to walk away. I firmly grab her hand, holding her in place. She turns, obviously shocked. “I don’t want to wait anymore” I say, as she relaxes. “If you need to stop at any time just let me know.”

Her apartment is close by, and the drive isn’t very long. The trip was relatively silent, and I couldn’t wait to get inside. Just as she opens the door, I push her up against the wall, my hand running up her dress, as I close the door with my foot. I can’t wait to have her.

My other hand runs up into her hair, pulling her head back as we start to deeply kiss. My first hand’s on her hips, pulling her in as I feel her up against me. I grab her ass, and keep kissing her, as I pull harder on her hair moving her head to the side. I kiss her neck slowly, softly sucking at first, and building the intensity into deep bites and kisses. I’m going to mark her as mine, and she doesn’t seem to protest.

As I’m satisfied with the first bruise, I grab her and bend her over the nearby couch. I get lost looking at her ass and legs, god she looks so good. Pinning her arms onto her back with one hand, I run my other hand up her leg, edging ever closer to her little pussy. I can already see a little wetness in her underwear, and that makes my cock throb harder. I rip her panties to the side, revealing her soaking little pussy, but I decide to tease her, spanking her ass a couple times. I can see she’s just getting wetter, and I’m having a lot of fun. I rub the head of my thick cock against her little lips. Deliberately teasing her little clit and feeling her juices all over me. She’s squirming and I know she wants to be filled. I start playing with her clit, rubbing slowly for just a few seconds, as she has her first orgasm, her body shaking.

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Run out of time, so that’s part one. Doubt anyone will see this, but can keep going if anyone’s interested

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