The Time With the Theater Girl From the UK [MF]

My economics class my sophomore year was brutal. Like, impossibly hard. Not because the subject was one I didn’t grasp, but because the professor was the most inept college professor ever. She was this little, mousy lady who had chicken scratch for handwriting. Anytime she would write on the board, it was impossible to read. And she never taught what was on the exams. This was one of those classes that you had to teach yourself and hope for the best.

From the beginning of the semester, I usually sat in the same seat each class (I’m just weird like that), and for the most part the same people sat around me, but everyone tended to keep to themselves. There was one girl in particular that always sat on my left with a seat between us. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but her face was striking. Very symmetrical and intense. And for that reason, she was attractive. She had shoulder length auburn hair, dark brown eyes, and wore a bit too much eye makeup in my opinion with the winged eyeliner, but it fit her I guess. Her body was nothing to brag about other than she was tall and slim. She could definitely be a model, but had no real curves. The only other thing I knew about her was that her name was Leonie, which I thought was interesting.

We never really spoke and the only time I heard her speak was when she mumbled a complaint about our professor. One time in particular, we had just received back an exam which, upon receiving hers, she let out a more audible “Oh for fuck’s sake.” It was the first time I heard her voice and it sounded as if she had an accent. I looked over at her just as an instinct and she happened to look my way- we made eye contact she said, “Do you understand any of this?”
She caught me off guard and I responded with a weak, “yeah, a little.”
She pulls out the chair between us and scoots over to show me her exam that had a 50% circled at the top of it.
“Then perhaps you can explain to me how the bloody hell I screwed this up?”
I look at the test and explain a couple of the questions I just happened to know (I didn’t do much better with a 72%). We talked a bit more about the class, shared our mutual hatred for the professor and before we knew it class was over.

The next class, I sat down and not long after, Leonie walks in. I expected her to sit in her usual seat but instead she pulled the chair out right next to mine and sat down.
“Well, hello friend!” She said as she sat down.
“Ready for another day of bullshit?” I asked.
“No, but here I am! I’m sitting next to you because you’re smart and I could use the help. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Well, it doesn’t come free,” I said in an attempt to be flirty.
“Oh well just make a bill and shove it up your ass,” she said with a cheeky smile. I liked her.

Over the next couple weeks, she continued sitting next to me and I helped her understand the material. I learned that she was here from the UK studying theatre and had a very cynical view on the world. She was as dry and sarcastic as they came and we got along great.

Mid-terms were approaching quickly and Leonie wanted to get some extra time in studying outside of class and asked me if I’d be interested in meeting one night during the week before mid-terms. I agreed and told her that I was pretty much free anytime. She had rehearsals all that week but was still determined to study and asked if I could come to the auditorium right after one of her rehearsals and we could study there.
“It’s usually pretty quiet once everyone leaves,” she said.

So the night arrives and I get to the auditorium at the time she said. Most everyone had already left but a few still lingered. She met me in the lobby where we found a lounge area with a sofa and we began our session. We studied for about an hour and a half before she started complaining about how exhausting it was. She got up to stretch and I took my time admiring her as she did. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a black v-neck shirt. Very conservative, but still attractive. Like I said before, she wasn’t very curvy but her leggings still made her ass look good.
“Want to see backstage? Come on, I’ll show you,” she said with more pep than I knew she had. We walked to this side door that led backstage.
“I’ll give you the VIP tour,” she said with a wink.

She took me on stage and showed me the set, and then backstage to show me the makeup room and prop room. All of which was neat to see, of course, but I was more entertained by her explaining everything and how excited she was doing it.

She eventually led me to a room that was off by itself, behind most of the stage area. It was a small room with a single lamp in the corner and a table and sofa. Across from the sofa was a bookshelf full of scripts.

“This is the script room, appropriately named for obvious reasons. It used to be a supply closet, which is why it’s so small. But it’s where most of us come to practice our lines alone or to get one-on-one coaching. I like to come here just to get away from the madness.” She flops down on the couch. “It’s quiet in here and you can faintly here the hum of the a/c units. It’s like meditation. Here, come sit. Listen.”

I sit next to her on the sofa, which is more of a love seat with just enough room for two. Leonie leaned her head back and closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. I follow suit and do the same. It was quiet and the hum was just enough to put me to sleep.

“See what I mean?” She interrupted.
“Yeah, I do. Very relaxing.”
“Yeah…” she starts to get up and continues, “it’s even better when the lamp is out.”

She gets up and shuts off the lamp and sits back down in one motion. It was pitch black. I was convinced I could sleep for weeks in the room. I was focused on the hum and the darkness until I realized the obvious- I’m in a private room, on a sofa with a beautiful girl, with the lights off.

Right then, my whole focus changed and all I could think was how close we were. The sides of our legs and arms were touching. I could feel her body heat, hear her breathing, smell her body spray. And it was thrilling because I could not see a thing.
My hand was resting on my leg and I wondered how close it was to hers. It had to be just inches. I moved my hand slightly and almost immediately my pinky hits her thigh. She didn’t even flinch. She probably figured it was just an accident. But I left my hand there for a moment, my pink just grazing her thigh. Finally, I decide to push the envelope and slide my hand from my leg to hers. Again, she didn’t move. She just continued to breathe in the same position. I kept my hand there for a minute. I moved my hand slightly just to feel the texture of her leggings before I felt her move and I instinctively froze. She moved her arm and reached for my hand. She grabbed it and pushed it up to her pussy.
“In case you didn’t know which direction to go. Figured I’d help push things along since we still have studying to do,” she said quietly. I could almost hear the smirk on her face.
I began to rub my hand up and down her pussy through her leggings. She was so warm and I could begin to feel her wetness seep through. She let out a small moan and reached across to feel for my cock. She grabbed it through my jeans and began squeezing it. It quickly hardened up.
I venture my way up to her waistband and pulled her leggings down to reach down and feel a very soft and smooth pussy. I loved not being able to see anything. My imagination was running wild. I felt her clit and started circling it with my fingers. It was already swollen with ecstasy. I felt the head of it pass through the tips of my fingers. She moaned softly. I moved my hands farther down her pussy and was immediately met with a soaking wet pool of her warm juices. I dipped my fingers just enough to coat them and bring them back to her clit. I lubricated it and continued circling, flicking, and rubbing it. Her moans intensified as she continued to rub my cock through my jeans. She fished for the zipper before saying, “your pants are too tight. Take it out for me.”
I stood up and took off my pants and freed my cock. I could hear her moving at the same time and heard pieces of clothes hit the floor. I sat back down and realized that she had also removed her leggings and her shirt. Our bare skin touched as we sat next to each other and it felt amazing. She reached back for my cock and took it in her hand. “Much better,” she said as she started stroking it.
My hand went back to her pussy and I picked up where I left off rubbing her clit, only harder this time. I inevitably slipped my fingers down her pussy and pushed them inside. First the index finger followed by my middle finger.
“Oh god…” she let out.
She was tight, warm, and extremely wet. I fingered her as she jacked me off. She used my precum as lube as she reciprocated my efforts with hers. I felt the inside of her pussy to find her g-spot and after a few seconds of searching, I knew I had reached when she flinched and let out a long moan. Finally she stopped and pushed my hand away before saying, “okay, I just need to fuck you now.”
And with that she climbed on top of me to straddle me. She reached for my dick between her legs and lowered herself down on to it.
“Ohhh god, yes…” she said on her way down. She took it all the way in and sat completely down. She began to grind her hips against me as she started to moan again.
My hand felt up and down her body, exploring every inch of her. From her tightly firm ass up her narrow waist to her little B cup breasts. I couldn’t see what she looked like naked, but I could feel it all and that was enough. I took her nipple in my mouth as she continued to grind against me. I flicked it with my tongue before sucking on it and she responded by pulling my head closer to her chest. I had a face full of boob. No complaints. She pulled my head back and brought it to hers as she began to kiss me. She kept her lips locked on mine as she began to raise and lower her hips on my cock. She bucked back and forth, letting her tight pussy slide up and down my cock.
I could feel her warm juices dripping down my cock and to my balls, her slightly sweaty body pounding against mine, and her hot breathe on top of me. It was exhilarating being blind to it all but feeling everything. She dug her nails in my shoulders as she rode my cock harder and faster.
“Oh god, I’m going to cum..” she said as she continued to ride me. Her breaths were quick now and she kept going until she seemingly collapsed on me and clenched ahold of me as her orgasm overtook her.
She relaxed and slowed her breathing.
“Christ, that was good.”
She slid off my cock but remained on top of me as she positioned my cock between the wet lips of her pussy.
“Now I suppose it’s your turn, yeah?”
She began to rock her hips as she slid her pussy over my cock. She pulled me back in and continued to kiss me as she fucked me with her labia. I can still hear the sounds of her cum and my precum mixing together to create the perfect lube. She leaned into my ear and began moaning softly, attempting to trigger my orgasm, then she began nibbling at my ear and using her tongue to play with it. Fuck, my weakness. Within minutes I was spewing hot strands of cum up my abdomen and all over her stomach. She leaned back into me, pressing the sticky cum between us (I actually thought it was quite gross, but also pretty hot), and kissed me before saying, “Well, we certainly made a mess.”

We got up and flipped on the light. For the first time, I saw her naked standing there. She had a very tight body. We wiped off the majority of the cum with my undershirt which I gladly left as a souvenir for someone else to find. She then said, “We can go shower at my apartment. It’s just down the road.” And we did, together, and fucked the rest of the night, and the rest of the semester.
I ended up enjoying that class after all.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5wrwuk/the_time_with_the_theater_girl_from_the_uk_mf