Ensemble:
Me, [21F]. 5’8”, Asian, brunette, leggy, 32B’s
Him, [30M]. 6’3”, white, muscular, reddish hair
This, too, shall pass. And so it did, as all things have, and do, and will.
He was my TA in my first year of university, 3 years ago. I hadn’t noticed him back then, but I was hyperaware of him now, warm and solid beside me. It was a cold night last December, the kind of deep winter night where the world is frozen in place, suspended for an instant. We were walking across campus, talking about tea with cinnamon, or maybe Italy, and I was laughing as I stopped to watch our frozen breath drift away. I remember being fascinated by the brightness of his hair, but I couldn’t tell you exactly what colour it was – not quite red, nor yellow, but the exact color of ripe orange rind. (Howard Roark, I would later joke. I’m not an Objectivist, but it was a good book! Come @ me.) When he spoke, he gestured freely with his hands, long fingers tracing the air. I was surprised by how much I liked them. We came across a half-frozen puddle, fractals cracking across its surface, and he lifted me with one arm like I was a child and strode through, blasé. I clung to him with feigned outrage. In that instant, I think we both knew.
Somehow we ended up in a classroom. I led the way, half-dancing through the dim.
Throwing my coat down on a row of desks, I turned to meet his amused gaze. “Time for class?” he smirked. I parried back: “You’ll find me an excellent student.”
I don’t remember exactly what we were trying to solve on the whiteboard, though I think it involved a chi-square distribution. I do know that tension swelled like the moment before the orchestra begins to play, a pair of hands holding back the torrent. When I looked up, it seemed that his eyes were burning, consuming me as he bent and crushed his lips to mine. Heat ripped through my body as my arm snaked around his neck. I kissed him back so passionately that it hurt, until my mind swam and all that existed was his scent, his hands, his mouth, him.
He removed his sweater by popular vote. I sighed as I ran my fingers over his sculpted chest, shivering at his hot breath against my neck. My nipples stiffened as my top came off. “Fuck”, he groaned, cupping my breasts and bringing his head down to circle the nipples with his tongue. My hands continued to roam his body, moving lower, lower. Finally he yanked them to his cock, already straining against the front of his jeans. I’m no expert, but I could tell I was in for a treat.
He broke away for a moment to pull my jeans and panties down before pushing me on top of the desk. I vaguely noticed how soaked my panties were as they peeled away. “Remedial lessons”, he growled, diving into my pussy. I shuddered as his tongue touched my clit. Normally I can’t relax during oral, I get too self-conscious. I was so far gone though, that I absolutely melted under his touch.
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Gosh, writing is exhausting! I’m going to take a nap and finish the rest later.
Xx, Kat
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g1gl1t/extra_credit_fm