My ex’s hottest law school classmate… [MF]

Years ago, I moved in with my girlfriend Liz during her first year in law school on the West Coast. We had a place off-campus, in an apartment complex where a bunch of her fellow students also had apartments—including her super-hot classmate Margaret, who would occasionally dog sit for us (and vice-versa).

When Liz introduced me to Margaret, I had just moved in and was preoccupied with a job search, so I didn’t think much about her except that she seemed nice. With long-ish, wavy blonde hair and a flowing, colorful dress, she seemed like sort of a hippie and I was just vaguely glad that Liz was making friends.

But then, a couple of days later, I was walking the dog and somebody called out to me in the parking lot. I turned around and saw Margaret waving and coming toward me, having clearly just gotten back from a run.

“Hey, Scott!” she said, taking out her earbuds. I remembered Liz telling me that Margaret lived just around the corner in our same apartment complex, overlooking the pool.

“Oh, hey!” I replied, suddenly seeing Margaret in a whole new light.

Her long hair was pulled back and her face was flush from the exertion of going on a run with her dog. Unlike the shapeless, flowy hippie dress I’d seen her in before, Margaret’s running shorts and sports bra left very little to the imagination—and it turned out that dress had been concealing one of the most stunning bodies I’ve ever seen, before or since. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through a gray sports bra that seemed too thin to offer literally any support. The sight of her gorgeous breasts jiggling subtly as she walked toward me was mesmerizing—while, below, her skintight running shorts showed off just a hint of cameltoe, along with the curves of her wide hips and truly one of the most breathtaking asses on the planet. Weirdly (given how skimpy Margaret’s sports bra was), I could make out just the faintest hint of panty lines under her shorts. Which was just the icing on the cake.

As she came toward me, I was grateful that I happened to be wearing sunglasses… but was still careful to hold eye contact so as to avoid gawking too openly at her body. She was still breathing a little huskily, glistening with just a hint of sweat. Her eyes were the most piercing blue.

“How are you settling in?”

“Ah, I love it so far…”

We made small talk for a couple of minutes about my recent move, how things were going with Liz, and how she was liking law school so far. I was all smiles, but the truth was that Liz and I were new to living together—and both of us were struggling with it.

I’d never be disloyal to my girlfriend, so it genuinely didn’t occur to me that anything might ever happen with Margaret. Still, I couldn’t help but appreciate how unbelievably sexy she was… and may have even snuck a glance at her shapely ass as she turned and walked back toward her unit.

The next time I saw Margaret was maybe a week later, when I was Liz’s date for a law school formal. We met up with her and two other single girls that she and Liz were friends with.

Margaret’s dress from the event is burned into my memory (and spank bank). It was a floor-length green satin gown, completely backless, with cutouts on the side that showed a slight swell of side- and underboob. Yet it managed to be classy and teasing rather than slutty/overly revealing. Watching her dance in it all night, while I danced with my girlfriend, drove me wild.

Since we lived in the same apartment complex, we shared a cab with Margaret and said goodbye in the parking lot just between our respective units.

“See you guys later!” Margaret said, a little unsteady on her feet. She was clearly a bit drunk.

She hugged Liz tightly and gave her a peck on both cheeks, then did the same to me. I could smell the booze on her breath as she kissed my cheeks, her lips passing just in front of mine as she went from one to the other, her supple breasts squeezed against me as we hugged.

It was only a split second—and Liz didn’t even bat an eye—but to me, time seemed to move in slow motion. She was intoxicating.

When we got back to our apartment a moment later, I pushed Liz up against the door as soon as it was closed behind us, ravenous for her body.

She giggled and kissed me back as I pulled up her black dress and yanked down her thong, sinking down to my knees and burying my face in her neatly-trimmed brown pubic hair. She had no way of knowing I was imagining what her friend might taste and smell like instead.

Liz moaned as my tongue worked its way between her inner lips, parting them just enough to tease her, tracing first down toward her asshole—making her gasp—and then back up along her slit to the point where her lips met. Licking gently across her hood, I reached up with one hand to pull down a shoulder strap and grab Liz’s breast, kneading it in my hand and tweaking her hard nipple while picturing what Margaret’s looked and felt like under that sports bra. Unable to contain myself, I brought my other hand down to slip a finger inside of Liz while I increased my tongue’s pressure on her clit.

“Oh f-fuck,” she moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum so fast.”

I worked another finger inside Liz, feeling her inner walls quiver as I pressed against the top of her vagina. How would the feel of Margaret’s pussy compare? Was she tighter? I wondered what her labia looked like, how it would feel to spread her open and peer at the coral pink of her insides before plunging in my tongue. Just as I was doing to my girlfriend now.

Liz’s gasps went up half an octave. I kept licking furiously, and then began to push my fingers deeper, little by little, just in time to feel her explode, her body shaking against the door and her pussy spasming around my fingers.

I gently withdrew my now-soaking fingers and stood up as Liz came down from her orgasm, a little delirious—and extremely turned on by my insatiable horniness, which to her must’ve come out of nowhere. Meanwhile, I’d been wound up all night from watching her hot friend writhe on the dance floor.

Liz unbuckled my pants and they fell to the floor. Stepping awkwardly out of them, I guided her away from the door, kissing her as she reached down to free my cock from my boxer briefs. Stroking it, she started to back us both toward the bedroom—but I had other ideas.

As we passed the kitchen table, I stopped abruptly and spun her around, rubbing the pussy juice from my still-soaked hand onto the head of my cock—and then bending my knees slightly to press my tip against her slick opening. She was short and extremely petite, so I put my hands on both her hips to steady her. While her ass was gorgeous, and I savored the sight of it as I looked down to watch my cockhead part her lips… I couldn’t help but picture Margaret’s flawless ass from this same angle, my hands spreading her ample cheeks so I could watch myself penetrate her swollen pussy for the first time.

“Y-yes,” moaned Liz huskily, leaning forward over the table and opening her legs a bit wider, offering herself to me. “G-get inside me.”

With one smooth motion I was halfway inside, stretching her out. This was where I always had to take it slow, and where we occasionally ran into issues: as great as the sex often was, Liz and I struggled with a bit of a size mismatch. My cock is no monster (at least by porn standards!) but it’s slightly longer and girthier than average—while Liz, like I said, was extremely petite, and happened to have a very sensitive cervix.

In fact, as I pushed a little deeper, I could already feel myself bottoming out inside of her—but looked down to see another couple of inches of my thick cock still outside her parted lips. I flexed my erection, feeling my tip pulsate against her cervix, and held myself there, wondering if Margaret could take all of me or if my girth would stretch her out, too.

“F-fuck, you’re so deep,” Liz cried as I drew my cock slowly out and then plunged it in again, just a little faster, pushing slightly deeper this time and again holding myself inside her. She was extremely wet and incredibly tight, her slick walls rippling along the length of my shaft. I throbbed inside her, imagining the same words and little gasps and moans in Margaret’s voice, picturing the look she’d have on her face as I railed her from behind.

Carefully, gradually, I worked up a rhythm with Liz, at first fucking her slowly but then building up until I was pounding her—

At which point she held up a hand, and I immediately stopped and pulled out.

“You OK?” I asked.

“Yeah—yes,” she gasped, slightly grimacing. “You’re just hitting my cervix a lot in this position.”

“Ah, sorry,” I said. “Want to flip over?”

“Yes,” said Liz, turning to face me and boosting herself up a little to sit on the edge of the kitchen table. She also took the opportunity to drop her dress’s other shoulder strap, so I bent down to take her pink nipple in my mouth and positioned myself at her entrance again.

“Oh, fuck,” Liz sighed, looking down as I ran my cockhead up against her clit, pressed it between her lips, and then slowly drove myself into her folds as deep as I could go. It was true that I could penetrate more deeply from this angle without hurting her, so I relished the feeling of her insides enveloping me, stretching around me, my cock pulsating within her, making her completely full.

Slowly, I began to fuck her again—in earnest. As I built up my rhythm, Liz reached down to tug lightly on my balls, a signature move she always used to nudge me closer to orgasm.

I wondered with a breathless thrill what Margaret’s “signature moves” were.

Feeling Liz’s fingers against my scrotum, her fingertips just brushing against her own outer lips, running along my shaft—now slick with her juices—to the point where it disappeared inside of her… it never failed. She was pushing me to the edge.

“F-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” I groaned.

Liz shut me up with a kiss and pulled me deeper into her, slipping a couple of fingers down behind my balls to press lightly against my prostate—and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, my balls tightening in her hand.

With my eyes shut and my mouth mashed against my girlfriend’s, I imagined it was Margaret’s nipple under my right thumb, Margaret’s voice whispering “cum for me” in my ear, Margaret’s pussy clamping around me as my cock convulsed, pumping the first gob of thick semen into her womb.

Liz moaned as I emptied rope after rope right up against her cervix, draining myself deep inside her.

After holding one another for a moment, kissing tenderly, I pulled out and looked down to see my sperm beginning to leak out and dribble down her leg. Always one of my favorite post-sex moments.

“Ugh, gross,” Liz squealed, jumping down to grab a towel. It was never Liz’s favorite thing; she preferred than I cum inside, too, her but mostly because it was less cleanup than anywhere else, and she just hated semen in general. “And now I’m not gonna be able to walk for a week.”

I sighed as we started to clean ourselves up. In addition to the many other ways our relationship had begun to fray since we moved in together, the fact was that our sex life—which had been great early on—was really suffering. Her attitude about sex was turning weirdly sour, and our size issues meant that Liz would now surely be (or maybe just claim to be?) too sore to fuck me for at least a week. Which only reinforced the distance that was emerging elsewhere in our relationship.

In fact, I had no way of knowing it at the time, but that night after the law school formal, when I fantasized about her classmate, would be the last time Liz and I would have sex. (Not the last ever, but the last before we broke up — it’s a long story…)

Meanwhile, Margaret and I would be fucking like rabbits before the week was out.

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