It was the 6th week of my *Intro to Psychology* class. I had gotten to know my classmates pretty well over the last couple of months. I always sat next to Zach. Zach was gay and would always compliment me on my looks. He was embracing college life and would always turn up to class tipsy. He would play a game that he thought was hilarious. He would try to be my wingman and get me dates with the girls in our class.
Every time a female student would walk in, he would say, “Have you met this guy? Isn’t he so handsome, and he’s got money? He’s a catch.”
I would say hi to the girls as they would check me out, and I would apologize for Zach’s behavior. (Even though I loved him getting the girls to notice me)
Zach’s old high school friend was in the class, and she would always sit with us. Her name was Farrah. She was middle eastern but was born and raised in America.
She was 5”6’—dark brown flowing hair with a hint of a curl that went all the way down her back.
She tended to wear a variety of the same ensemble: skinny jeans, a blouse, and Jesus sandals.
Her jeans accentuated her small but firm ass. Her flowing blouse was doing nothing to let me know how her upper body looked.
She was above average looking but wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. Because of this, she had a reputation of being upfront with men about her intentions because men seldom approached her first.
I found this out first hand one Thursday evening when a group of us were hanging out after class. We had gotten dinner in the cafeteria, and then we all headed to the parking lot.
Everyone was conversing as Farrah pulled me to the side and spoke in a low voice.
“Hey, do you want to hook up tomorrow night? I’ll have the house to myself,” she whispered.
It took me a moment to comprehend what she said; I had never experienced a woman being so blunt about her intentions, especially because I hadn’t laid any groundwork with her.
I looked at her to study her face. No glimpse of sarcasm or that she was joking.
“Okay, sounds fun!” I replied.
“Cool, I’ll text you,” she said sweetly.
She smiled as a drunken Zach came over and wrapped his arm around my neck.
After fighting him off and fixing my messed-up hair, I saw Farrah was already at her car. I waved, and she waved back. Zach tried to tackle me. I dodged him, and he fell on the grass, laughing.
The next night, I walked up to the front door of a moderately sized house a few miles down the road. I looked at my phone to double-check I had the right address.
I rang the doorbell. I heard the scratch of metal as someone was looking through the door’s peephole.
It had to be her. She had said her parents and brother were out of town. Why was she being so precautious? I got my answer soon enough.
I heard two locks flick and the door creak.
As it swung open, I saw Farrah standing there. She was naked. Not like, half-naked or topless or wearing a robe, but altogether, as the day she was born, nekkid.
She had B cup breasts. Her dark areolas were like melted chocolate, her different shaped nipples pointing in different directions. Every pair of tits is a beautiful snowflake.
She had a flat tummy and a hairy bush that covered her vagina.
She held a pose like a model on a photo shoot.
My mouth fell open.
She laughed at the goofy expression on my face. She checked to make sure none of the neighbors saw her as she reached out and grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me inside, and shut the door behind her.
She put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to sit down on the bench in the foyer.
She lowered herself onto her knees as I sat down. She started unbuckling my belt and unzipped my pants, and pulled them down to my ankles.
My dick was semi-hard as she sat up and devoured it. She sucked hard as my dick grew in her mouth. As she kept sucking, my penis got rock hard and started gagging her. She pulled my dick out, coughed, took a deep breath, and then got right back to it.
After a few minutes of her pleasuring me, I was horny and ready for action. I pulled her head u, ushered her into the living room, and put her over the armrest of the sofa. I started playing with her clit as I smacked my dick against her ass cheeks. She started breathing heavily.
I grabbed her hands and held her arms behind her back as she fell face-first into the couch cushion. Her ass high in the air. I pushed her legs together to make her tighter and inserted my dick into her warm, wet pussy.
She took a deep breath in as I thrust my penis inside of her until I was balls deep.
Shock and pleasure waving over her body. She arched her back in delight.
I placed my hands on either side of her hips to prop myself up. I used gravity to my advantage as I began to thrust my cock in and out of her. Getting faster with each stroke. Pretty soon, her ass was slapping against my pelvis in rapid succession.
*clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap*
“oohhhoohoohoohoohohoohohoohoohoohoohooohohohoho” she let out slowly and deeply as I continued to have my way with her.
I kept gyrating on top of her until she started screaming into the couch, and her body went rigid. I slowed my pace down and gave her three slow deep thrusts as she came on my dick. She let out another sigh of pleasure with each stroke.
I kept my dick in her as she rode the orgasm wave.
Her body relaxed, and she let out a breath as she let her head fall in to the couch again.
I let go of her arms and pulled out of her. She stood up and turned to look at me. She had a mixed look of delight and lust. Impressed by my form, she felt obliged to rise to the occasion.
She sat me down on the couch and turned to face away from me. Her tight ass in my face. She reached behind and grabbed my penis, and she slowly bent her legs and guided me inside of her as she sat on my lap. She supported herself using my knees, and she began to bounce up and down on me.
She started grinding, slowly and sensually, her ass bouncing as she found her rhythm and rode my dick like she was on a carousel. She had the groove right. I was in heaven as I felt my dick rub against the walls of her vagina.
After 15 minutes, I was ready to cum. I gave her ass a double-tap. She jumped off and got on her knees and started sucking me off until I came down her throat. She gagged as I did but swallowed like a champ.
She pulled my penis out of her mouth as she smiled up at me and wiped her mouth with her fingers.
“That was fun,” she said as she looked up at me.
“yeah, it was,” I replied. Waves of delight still washing over me.
I realized that this was the first time we had spoken since I got there.
She got up and walked into the kitchen. Her booty was shaking as she did. She poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and brought it to me to have a drink.
“Thanks,” I said dryly as I let the cool water quench my thirst.
She was checking me out as I drank.
“Let me know when you’re ready for round two,” she said as she started playing with her breasts.
I finished my water and looked down at my dick. It was hard again.
“Ready,” I said.
She smiled and jumped on top of me.
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