Sex with a classmate
I had known my classmate Inna since first grade. She was a dark-haired brunette of Mediterranean, or more precisely, Semitic type. She was quite attractive — beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous dark hair. But the main thing: at a relatively short height, probably 1.58 m, she had an outstanding, absolutely gorgeous bust. She started developing early, and all the boys in the class noted that she was the first, around fourth grade, to start wearing a bra. I learned and understood later that she had a very high temperament. She was from a good, intelligent family, and therefore, probably, despite such a temperament, she did not
fall into all the vices, and as I understood later, she finished school a virgin. In school, we were friends — there was nothing like that between us. Although, to be honest, she quite often appeared in my adolescent erotic fantasies.In our final year, she decided to go to another city, X, to apply to university, and invited me to apply to the same university in city X as her: not as a couple, not together, but let's say, for company. She had an aunt living in that city, and she stayed with her. It was also in my plans to apply to a university in that city, and I agreed. We prepared and traveled separately and met at the university entrance exams. The day before, she had taken a written exam, and meeting up, we went to check the result. She was in shock when it was announced that Inna had received a failing grade and was not admitted to further exams. She immediately made me promise not to tell anyone about this, and, as I later found out, she didn't even tell her father the truth. I was admitted and stayed to study full-time, while she went back home and then came the next year to apply for correspondence courses. Now I realize that if she had been admitted full-time, we could have gotten together later, then gotten married, stayed in that city, and my whole life would have gone differently. But that didn't happen.
A year passed. I kept track of my classmate's exam session schedule. Meeting up once, she asked me to help her prepare for one subject. In anticipation, I prepared as best I could, expecting some kind of continuation. For the meeting, she arrived accompanied by two students (correspondence students), one significantly older, who was practically devouring her tits with his eyes, and a younger one. Inna clearly liked the younger one, and he accepted her affection reservedly, with dignity. After talking for about an hour and answering twenty idiotic questions, we parted ways; I got a kiss on the cheek and almost cried from resentment when they disappeared from view. Probably, this incident finally convinced me that I needed to fuck her at any cost. I had other girls, but now I really wanted Inna.
Summer came. In those parts, it's wonderful, or maybe it just seemed that way to me, I don't know. Finding out the correspondence students' schedule, I met Inna; she was walking surrounded by two girlfriends, and last year's suitors weren't there. Well, good. I walked her to her aunt's place, we strolled for about two hours, and I constantly steered all conversations to the topic of sex. I found out that she had lost her virginity a year after school, and it hurt the first time. But there was still some kind of wall between us. I invited her for a walk the next day. I don't remember what we talked about anymore, but we came to my dormitory, had a little to drink. I went in for a kiss and started undressing her, but got a strong rebuff — firm and unwavering. I walked her home — which was in a completely different part of the city. We parted coolly. I was sure I wouldn't get anything from her. The next day changed a lot. The next day, I accidentally, which I think she didn't believe, met her and went to see her off. We walked for a long time, and I questioned her about sex, her first partner, fantasies, attitude towards group sex, and our relationship became noticeably warmer. It turned out she was in a fight with her boyfriend who had taken her virginity (they later broke up). The next day was a day off, and we agreed to meet in the center. This was our full-fledged date. We found a secluded spot in the park, and she sat on my lap, and the conversations became quite frank. I realized that for the first time I had met a truly temperamental woman — she had become a woman in the physiological sense at 18. The question of masturbation wasn't fully clarified; she didn't want to share her sensations with me. Men started noticing her from the age of 18 — as I already said, she had a gorgeous bust. Against her short height — it looked very tempting. My academic advisor, whom we accidentally met, looked at me with the gaze of a child whose mother doesn't allow him to swim when other boys and girls are splashing around in the cool water.
Closer to evening, we went to her aunt's place where she was staying. I went up to her apartment building with her. Before reaching the door, we started kissing. My God, how she kissed. Her full lips enveloped my tongue from all sides… I never encountered such truly passionate kisses again. My hand reached for her skirt. My cock was sticking out like a stick.
"Don't," she said, continuing to caress my tongue.
I slipped my hand into her panties and started caressing her clitoris. All this time she kept repeating:
"Don't, what are you doing," etc.
I took her hand and placed it on my erect cock through my thin trousers. She politely pulled away, but my raging cock, I think, inspired her with the quality of the erection. As for fucking her here in the stairwell, it was out of the question. Our madness continued for about twenty minutes. I fingered her clit as best I could and felt the response — she definitely liked it. Suddenly I wanted to see what kind of panties she was wearing. I bent down and, despite her protests, lifted her skirt and saw they were a soft blue color. Someone entered the stairwell. We separated. Fortunately, the person who entered didn't come up to our floor, and we gradually began to calm down. I had eaten all her lipstick. But she had beautiful dark pink lips, and the absence of makeup wasn't noticeable on her. After standing and catching her breath, she headed towards the apartment. Coming up behind her, I allowed myself one last liberty for the day: I embraced her breasts from behind and hugged her softly. We said goodbye and kissed once more. I bet: she masturbated, if she had her own room at her aunt's. I returned to the dorm with a raging erection and the taste of her lips on mine.
"I've wanted you for a very long time. Let me see your breasts, which I've dreamed about for so long."
"I can't, I have my period."
"Which day?" I asked.
"The third."
With that, I managed to lay her on the bed with her bra undone or topless, as they say now. Further debates proceeded in a horizontal direction. Now I think I could have convinced her to have oral or anal sex with me. I hadn't heard anything about anal back then.
"How about a different way?" I pointed to her mouth.
She blushed.
"No, I don't like it and I don't feel anything that way."
This was getting interesting. I started kissing her lips, her neck, and of course her nipples.
"Let's do it with a condom," I heard my own voice as if from a distance.
"How do you know you can do it that way?" I heard a glimmer of hope in her voice. "Have you tried it that way?"
"I have, and you?"
"No," she blushed. "Well, say something nice to me."
"I like you a lot. Especially your eyes and your breasts. Well, come on, please."
"You're not original. Well, okay," she finally said. "But only two conditions: don't tell anyone. Don't watch me… take out the pad, and turn off the TV."
Needless to say, I agreed to even more than such conditions. I jumped off the bed and started undressing. Undressed down to my underwear, I took a condom. Inna lay on the bed completely naked. Her pubic hair was black-black, and the whole triangle was quite overgrown… I started caressing her clitoris and the entrance to her pussy, gradually moisture appeared. I leaned close to her clitoris and labia. They were reddish-brown. About five minutes passed like this. I took off my underwear but didn't dare to have her lick my erect cock, as I would do now, but back then I was afraid she would balk.
"Come on," Inna sighed, barely audibly.
I put on the condom. She stirred slightly.
"No, this won't do," I thought.
"Spread your lips," I asked her.
"That's a man's job," my friend decided to tease me, but spread her lips wide.
Hooray, I'm entering her fully. She cried out so loudly that I thought I had really hurt her.
"Does it hurt?" I asked anyway.
"No, keep going, it's fine."
We didn't talk anymore. I pushed up on my hands and added some visual stimuli for myself. Beneath me swayed the long-awaited tits of my classmate. Inna started whimpering a little. My cock felt a bit tight in her pussy. After 5-6 minutes I felt I was about to cum. I didn't prolong the act and pulled out of her. My cock isn't long, but quite thick. Her pussy is quite wide but not deep — I even asked her later if she uses tampons — it turned out she does. In theory, my cock was just right for her pussy… I'm telling this to honestly say: she didn't cum. I suggested continuing in about 20 minutes, but she didn't want to. Inna explained it differently:
"With a condom, it's always like that for me, I only cum without one."
"How do you protect yourself with your boyfriend then?" I was surprised.
"With pills."
"Maybe we'll continue sometime without a condom."
"I don't know," Inna said evasively. "I liked it. I don't always cum. Turn around," she asked, "I'll get dressed."
I turned around and started getting dressed. When I had put on my underwear and trousers, she was standing in front of me fully dressed from the waist down and completely undressed from the waist up. I couldn't resist and sucked on her two wonderful nipples once more. She waited graciously. I offered to help her put on her bra. We left the dorm five minutes later. Apparently, she wanted to leave that place quickly. I walked her halfway. My mood was super.