He was alone. He needed to get this revision done before his exam next period, but then, Max heard a large commotion coming from reception. His interest piqued, he decided to investigate. He walked, speedily, yet steadily through the corridors. There were so many. He made turn after turn after turn, before seeing some other students scramble past each other to race to reception. “What’s going on?”, he shouted. Unfortunately, it was for nought. The other students were out of earshot. Max’s only option was to investigate alone. “Fine.”, he though to himself, “Good, I work better alone anyway.”. He finally made it to the crowd. An overwhelming clamour blistered his ears, yet on he strove. He reached the circumference of the crowd and began to bustle his way to the centre. Thoughts and scenarios raced through his mind, like bullets flying across a battlefield, he just hoped one would hit him. Nonetheless, he reached the centre. What he saw was truly disturbing. A body. A dead body. Blood and brains were splattered over the floor. The cause of death was a bullet to the head, that much was clear. However, Max had a feeling. A concern deep inside of him that something much larger was afoot here. He began to recreate the scene, clasping at carefully calculated conclusions, yet none stuck. His mind transfixed on the scene, this was the focus he had been craving. Suddenly, he felt something brush against the back of his hand. It was skin. Smooth, soft skin that sent tingles throughout his entire body, his entire body. Then, his hand was grasped. It was a tight grip, not rough, but tight. It was the same silky smooth skin. Before he could turn around to investigate, the hand began to pull. It lead him seemingly effortlessly through the crowd that now parted for the woman in control of the hand. The woman sped up, leading Max faster and faster through the commotion. Finally, they broke free and emerged from the myriad of shouts and screams. Having slipped away, Max recognised this woman. How could he not? Her flawless skin, perfect cheeks, mesmerising eyes. This was Sophie. “Soph! What’s going on?”, he exclaimed, trying to make sense of what was happening. She didn’t respond. Max found himself swept up in her hand’s pull. He slowly began to recognise his surroundings, this was H wing. Suddenly, the hand stopped leading him. Instead, it smoothly spun him around and thrust him against the wall under the staircase. Sophie threw herself at him, pressing her groin into his. His nose met her supple lips. Her hands covered her body. That was short-lived however because he then gently placed his hands on her hips and spun her around, shoving her violently, yet passionately against the cool, smooth wall. His hands seemed to operate independently from him. They raised themselves to her neck and his lips soon followed. His fingers soon drifted down to her breasts. They were larger than he had thought. He cupped them, she let out a soft moan. She could feel his penis pressing into her vagina through their clothes and allowed her gentle fingers to descend to his crotch. He reached behind her to unclog her bra. “Need help?”, whispered Sophie. Clearly not, he grabbed the strap and pulled, tearing the fabric and exposing her shoulders. He took the bra and threw it across the room, allowing her light-brown nipples to breathe. Max clasped her buttocks firmly and lifted her, allowing him to caress her now-exposed breasts with his nose. His lips touched her left nipple. He groaned, she moaned. Sophie unzipped his fly pulled out his cock. It was resplendent. She slowly and seductively pulled her short skirt down. It slid over her ass, exposing her pink underwear. She slipped her thumb underneath her panties and pulled them to the floor. Her clothes now at her ankles, she took hold of his penis. She lifted it slightly, grazing her inner thigh ever-so-softly, before caressing her labia with his now sopping-wet tip. He released her tits and began to massage her clitoris. “Put it in”, she beckoned sensually. He obeyed, thrusting his crotch towards hers. Penetration. Her arms flew back and were pressed flat against the wall. She thrust her chest forward. His cock felt… warm inside of her, it was an alien feeling for both of them, but a welcome one, to say the least. He clasped her buttocks once again, getting his penis as far deep into her as possible. It seemed there was no limit. The harder he pushed and pulled, the louder she moaned. “Fuck me!” she screamed. He said nothing, just let their pelvises grind, as her pussy wettened. What was once a passionate embrace now became a furious love-making experience. The thrusting became more intense, a massive tension built, in and out, in and out, “do it!”, “harder!”, she screamed at the top of her lungs, she wasn’t sure she could take anymore, the pleasure was becoming too extreme…