[MF] discovering my cute classmate’s wild side, Part 2

Note: this is a continuation of a previous story about how I hooked up with the cute girl from my Greek Mythology class behind her boyfriends back. Here is the [link ](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c0b3fv/mf_discovering_my_cute_classmates_wild_side/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) to that story.

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The next time Kristin and I had class together, she acted really weird. Not only did she choose to not sit next to me, she acted like she didn’t know me at all. I sent her a text after class.

“Hey, everything okay?”

A while later, she responded.

“Yeah…I just feel bad about what we did. My bf is a really good guy. What we did was a mistake, I’m sorry…”

I was worried that this might happen, but I also didn’t want to come off like an asshole.

“It’s okay…I understand.”

I was obviously disappointed. I mean, what we did was definitely one of the hottest experiences of my life. But this was college after all, and there were plenty of other fish in the sea. Kristin and I managed to end our class together on decent terms, and I moved on.

I had plenty of other hot hookups that year, most memorably with Becca from Spanish class (she was a plus sized girl with the absolute biggest breasts I’ve ever seen) and Alyson from my job working the front desk at the dorm (a nerdy, bookworm type girl who I helped come out of her shell). However, my mind always went back to Kristin.

Occasionally, we would text each other. It would start out innocent. We’d ask each other how classes were going, how was life, small talk like that. Sometimes I’d ask about her boyfriend, and she’d usually give me short or dismissive answers.

Occasionally, things would get more flirty. I’d tell her some stories about hook ups I had, secretly hoping to make her a bit jealous. It seemed to work; she would tell me how hot she was getting, how much fun it sounded, how she wanted to be a band girl again. Inevitably though, she would always abruptly stop texting in the middle of these exchanges. I figured it was her conscious getting the better of her. But she always ended up texting me again within a couple of days. Occasionally, I would suggest meeting up. But this inevitably would cause her to ghost on me for a couple of days, so I didn’t push it.

Cut to my sophomore year. It was a Saturday night. I had an essay due on Monday, so decided to head off to the campus library for some peace and quiet. I posted an update on Facebook that I was going to be there for the night.

On my walk from my apartment to the library, I received a text from Kristin: “I saw you are headed to the library. I’m here now! Come and find me up on the 4th floor stacks, I saved you a seat at my table!”

I wondered what game she was playing at now. We had barley said five words to each other in person since our hookup. But then again, I wasn’t going to waste any window that she provided me with.

“See you soon ;)” I texted back, increasing my pace to the library.

The fourth-floor stacks was one of the most secluded areas in the library. It was mostly just rows upon rows of books, with study tables lining the outside wall looking out of the windows the the courtyard below. It was a Saturday night, so the library was less crowded than usual. I only passed a handful of other students before I found Kristin at her table. She was tucked into the back corner. The tables next to hers was empty. The closest students were a guy and a girl sitting about three tables down.

Kristin smiled when she saw me and stood up to give me a hug. As soon as I felt her tight body pressed against mine, the memory of our hookup the year before all came rushing back. I had to sit down next to her quickly as I felt myself start to get hard.

She was wearing skin tight black leggings, a blue tank top, and a zip up hoodie. I didn’t get a great look at her when she stood up, but I could just imagine how perfect her ass looked in her leggings.

As I sat down and settled in, Kristin and I began to talk in hushed tones. She asked what I was working on, how class was going, etc. I asked her the same sort of questions, before moving on to a more interesting topic.

“So,” I asked here, with a knowing smile, “how’s that boyfriend of yours doing.”

She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “I just knew you were going to ask about him.”

Our bodies were close together already, but she inched closer. I could barley feel her leg touch mine. “It’s the same old, same old with him. He’s so nice and sweet to me, but…” she trailed of.

I placed a hand on her thigh, gently, testing the waters. “Sometimes you don’t to be treated sweetly?” I asked.

“Exactly,” she said, almost a pant. She didn’t seem to mind the hand on her thigh, so I worked it up slightly higher on her leg. “I’m lucky if he fucks me once a month. And it’s always the same, and over too quickly. I just wish he would…” She trailed off again.

I was turned on now, and was getting bolder. My hand slid up in between her legs. I could feel the heat coming off of her pussy, and knew she had to be as turned on as I was. She let off a soft moan, glancing sideways to make sure no one was looking. The only other students in our section had their headphones on, and were buried in their work.

“You wish he would what?” I asked her, whispering in her ear and leaning in closer to her. “You wish he would treat you like a slut?”

She pushed her thighs together, locking my hand in place. Her fingernails dug into my forearm. But she wasn’t trying to stop me, only holding my hand in place. She closed her eyes as her breathing became heavy. “Exactly,” she panted.

“I haven’t forgotten how you like to be treated,” I whispered to her, working my fingers in a small circle, feeling her wetness slowly start to seep through her leggings. “You can act all sweet and innocent with him, but I know you are dying to be used like the dirty little slut you are.”

She moaned and kept her eyes closed, and I increased my pace. “Isn’t that what you want?” I asked her. Her eyes opened, and she stared right at me, before letting out a soft moan and saying, “that’s all I can think about when I see you.”

Suddenly, she smiled, pushed my hand away, stood up, and grabbed her bag. “I’ll be right back, don’t move,” she told me. And then she was gone.

I sat in stunned silence, feeling my cock bulge against my jeans. Where did she go? What was she playing at? Did I scare her off? Was it too much too quickly? But then, I noticed that she had left her laptop and all of her notebooks on the desk.

A minute or two later, she came back. “That’s better,” she said, as she settled back down to her seat. I noticed a subtle change in her appearance as she put her bag down. Before, her hoodie had been open. Now, however, it was zipped up.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Just had to get more comfortable,” she responded with a coy smile. Looking around again to make sure the coast was clear, she turned back to me. He hand went in between my legs, squeezing my balls and feeling up my hard shaft. As she did, the other hand slowly undid the zipper to her sweatshirt. I could see now what was different. She had taken off her tank top. Underneath the hoodie, she was complete topless. She slowly revealed more and more cleavage as she firmly rubbed my through my jeans.

“So, where were we?” She asked playfully.

I reached my hand under hers, feeling up her leg, and digging a finger under the edge of her leggings. She adjusted herself in her seat to give me better access. As my finger playfully went under her legging, they were instantly met with the soft feeling of her wet, shaved pussy. That was when I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She moaned softly as my finger found her clit.

“I was telling you what a dirty little slut you are,” I growled under my breath into her ear, as she leaned back farther. I stole another nervous glance around to make sure no one could see what we were doing, before sliding a finger inside her.

“God yes,” she moaned softly. “I want to be bad again. I’m so over being a good girl. Treat me like a slut. Please? Show me how to be a good little whore.”

“Prove that you really are a slut,” I whispered in her ear. “Take my cock out right now.”

She obeyed instantly; almost as soon as the words left my lips, she was undoing the zipper on my pants. Before long, I felt her warm hand seize around my shaft, grasping it hard as she worked it free. I scanned around again as she did, caring less and less if anyone was noticing us. Luckily, we were still in the clear.

She began to stroke my cock as I leaned back slightly in my chair. It felt so good, to have her petite little hand wrapped around me like that. But the dryness of it was starting to get uncomfortable. “Get your hand wet,” I moaned softly in her ear.

I expected her to lick her hand, or maybe even lean over and spit on me. What she actually did was so much hotter. Taking her hand off my cock, she slid it in between her legs, moaning softly and running her hand all the way down across her pussy. Then she slid it out and resumed stroking me, her hand and my cock now covered in her grool. In no time at all, my own precum added to the lubricant. Using her other hand, she continued to rub herself as she stroked my cock.

“Fuck yes, such a good slut,” I growled at her.

Her eyes were locked on my cock as she responded. “Tell me what else you want to do to me. Please? Tell me how to be a good whore for you?”

I obliged her. As she kept rubbing me and herself, I blurted out every perversion I could think of into her ear.

“I want to bend you over and stretch out your tight little pussy with my cock. I want it wreck you so you never feel the same to your boyfriend.”

She moaned in response and closed her eyes. I continued.

“I want to fuck you raw and fill you up with my cum. I want to pull your hair and slap your face as I use your body in whatever way I want.”

“God yes,” she moaned, increasing her pace. “Use me please…”

“I want to take pictures the whole time to send back to your boyfriend. I want him to see you bruised and fucked raw and leaking my cum. I want to show him what you really are.”

“Oh my god YES,” she moaned, running her hand up and down my cock even faster. I glanced over and saw her tits swaying back and forth through her partially unzipped sweatshirt with the motion, her nipples erect. I could tell both of us were getting close. That’s when I uttered the fantasy that I always secretly harbored, but hadn’t had a chance to play out yet.

“I want me and my friends to run a train on you,” I told her, my breath catching in my lungs as she stroked even harder. “I want you to choke on my friend’s cock while I slam into you from behind, and I don’t want to stop until you are covered in cum. I want to pass you around and make you our own personal fuck slut.”

This did the trick. As soon as she heard me, her hand gripped my cock hard as a vice and he knees started to buckle under the desk. She was biting her lip to stop herself from screaming out. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body twitched and quivered. It was too much for me. I felt the first few drops getting ready to explode out of me. I didn’t want to make an awkward mess in the library, so I did the only thing I could think of.

As Kristin was still cumming, I grabbed a handful of her hair, and shoved her down on my cock. She opened her mouth instantly and took me down her throat. I felt her stifled moans on my cock as I exploded inside her. She gaged slightly, some of my cum leaking from her mouth, before eagerly sucking as my cock exploded a river of cum down her throat. One pump, two, three, four. I felt like I was going to black out from the pleasure. Finally my cock stopped, as she continued to suck out the last few drops of my load. I looked around as I came to my sense. Kristin’s head was still in my lap, and none of the other students in the section seemed to be aware at all. Slowly, she came up, wiping a stray drop of cum from her chin with the back of her hand and licking it up before readjusting herself in her seat. I slid my cock back into my pants, still panting softly.

She started to giggle quietly. “Oh my god,” she said,” you are such a bad boy. I can’t believe you made me do that…”

I was still catching my breath. “You liked it, don’t lie,” I said playfully.

She leaned in close and kissed me on the cheek. “I loved it.”

She gathered up her things then, leaving me sitting there. “I’ll text you soon,” she promised. I had reason to doubt her, but was still in my post-orgasm ecstasy. After a couple of minutes, I gathered up my things to leave. There was no way I could finish the essay in the library now, not after what happened.

As I was walking home, I put my hands in my jacket pocket and felt something brush against my hand that wasn’t there before. Kristin had snuck her thong into my pocket at some point. It was baby blue, and was crusty and still a little wet in the crotch.

I grinned like an idiot and wondered wistfully how long it would be before I heard from her again. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long…

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