Slowly but surely my thesis was beginning to be less of a stressful thing. I was moving towards the end of this phase of my life. Everything started to be a bit less tense. Less serious. And I was beginning to enjoy my evenings in the huge library. The lighting in those huge, old-fashioned rooms was beautiful, now that the sun set much earlier, autumn announcing itself clearly.
Mostly I was almost alone after 8pm and very few students were working on their various projects. Today was no different. I’ve only spotted four other students, all of them ten years younger than I was. I was just thinking about leaving earlier, when suddenly someone entered the room through this huge wooden door at the end of the hall. I could hear the loud echo of her brown leather boots. She was wearing a short black skirt and a paisley blouse. Her hair was the most attractive mess I’d ever seen. The dark bouncy curls circled her beautiful face. She looked very pleased with herself and her silhouette seemed to glow in this autumn light. She placed herself at the desk next to mine, opened her laptop and started turning pages in a leathery-looking thick book.
I was blown away by her beauty. Her face was immaculate. I could not place her at all, had never seen her before and it was impossible to tell how old she was. She had a youthful body language, but her behaviour seemed to be more mature. I realised I had been staring at her for a pretty long time, when our eyes met. She smiled at me and I blushed. I felt heat darting into my cheeks, when I tried to act as if I were taking notes about something really important. Next time I dared to breath she stood right next to me. I hadn’t even heard her boots when she approached. She looked straight at me and simply said “Hi”. My voice sounded strange when I said “Hi”. But at least I managed to keep a straight face and smile back at her.
We small-talked about standard this-and-thats and all the while I was studying her. I couldn’t help myself. My eyes were glued to the natural beauty of her face, to her curvy hips and perky tits that moved a little every time she moved her weight from one leg to the other. I was completely enchanted by her. By everything she said, by every movement of her, by every inch of her body. I couldn’t quite say whether she was flirting with me or not. Everything was so subtle. But I was sure there was something. Something like a humming underneath the surface, underneath the visible things happening between us. There was more than just two women having a conversation. There was some sort of vibration between us.
We were laughing out loud about something when she leaned forward, hiding her face in her beautiful hand and touching my arm with her other hand. I felt electrified by her touch. When our eyes met again, she moved so close to me that I felt her boobs against mine. Without any warning she kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm. The kiss felt so natural, so good that I completely ignored the fact that I had never kissed a girl before. I kissed her back. My nipples got hard. And again I blushed. What was happening here? I suddenly realised that the whole situation was more than strange. The coward that I am, I quickly grabbed my stuff, put it in my bag and basically ran away towards the old wooden door. When I exited the library, feeling the cold autumn air surrounding me, I became aware of how hot I felt. As if she had turned a light on, deep down inside of me.
I was simply standing there, not knowing what to do and what to feel now, when the door bolted open. There she was, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the small side alley next to the library entrance. Without saying anything she touched my face and kissed me again. I felt her tongue, licking my lips and her hands moving to my hips, drawing me closer. My whole body was tingling. She pressed herself against me and her body felt good against mine. My brain stopped working. Obviously. At least that’s the only way I can explain what happened in the next few minutes.
Our kisses grew more passionate and my hand wandered over her body as well. I loved how it felt touching a woman. It felt natural, authentic. Her tits were perfectly round underneath her blouse and I was surprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel her soft nipples, while she was grabbing my butt. She started unbuttoning my jeans while I opened her blouse. Her tits were more than perfect. Not too small, not too big. Round and perky. Her puffy nipples seemed to beg me to kiss them. And I did. I licked, I kissed, I sucked. God, this was heaven on earth. I could have done that for hours, simply adoring her perfect boobs. She, however, lifted my head, gave me a kiss and went down on her knees. When she pulled down my jeans to my ankles, I leaned back against the cold walls of “my” library. Her tongue moved along my inner thighs. The moment her soft, warm mouth arrived between my legs, I was already very wet. She licked my clit and I heard myself moan out loud, hoping that nobody would show up around the corner of the building. Her tongue teased me, making me beg “please don’t stop”. Of course, she did stop. She looked at me with daring eyes, having a kinky smile on her beautiful lips. She made me turn around, face the wall. Her hands grabbed my hips in a demanding way. I instantly stuck my ass out and felt two of her fingers inside of me. Holy shit. I was melting. And even more so, when she started licking my ass. Nobody had ever done that. How could I have missed something like this? Her fingers inside of me and her warm tongue between my butt cheeks made me pant loudly. This time I wouldn’t allow her to stop. I pulled her head closer to me. And I came. It was an orgasm like a rolling thunder. Loud, beautiful, like a force of nature. When I turned around – probably looking rather pathetic with my pants down – she simply smiled at me and said “Hi. I’m Mina.”
Excellent!
I have to ask, what does FF mean. This was said to me and have wondered.