Student Life
This happened not too long ago, when I was in my second year of college (I've graduated and am working now). At that time, I was already 20 years old. To be honest, I wasn't bad-looking: tall, solid build—sports weren't an afterthought for me. I also dressed decently, took care of myself, and was clean.
Before the start of the third year, I, like all my friends from my group, was waiting all summer for September 1st. Usually, my friends and I would come to check out the first-year girls, and this time was no exception. Everything went as usual, like every first of September at our institute, the usual hustle and bustle, but! I never thought that one
girl, who hadn't inspired any particular sympathy in me in terms of character for a long time, would enroll here. I'd heard a lot about her and wasn't particularly surprised; she was no different from the bitches and sluts.Lisa didn't pay me any mind, she looked, of course, but there was no interest in her gaze, which was strange for me, since I attracted the attention of many girls. That's where it all began.
In the middle of winter, I got the urge to fuck her. I didn't want to be with her, just fuck. And hard. That's when I started looking for any way to fulfill my burning desire. I didn't have to wait long, because Student's Day was just around the corner. My friend threw a "party" at her place every year for the occasion. (Back then, most people lived in dorms, and only a few had their own apartments, even if rented. (Specially for .org — ) I was one of those lucky ones with rich parents; they gave me an apartment near the institute, but throwing parties there wasn't my thing, except maybe bringing girls over).
In the cafeteria, Alice, the one whose place we celebrate at, came up to me and invited me to her place on the 25th at 10:00 PM. Basically, everything remained the same. She always invited someone from the first year to the party; usually, she got to know a lot of the newcomers during the semester—she's an overly sociable person. This year was no exception, though there were only about five new people. Standing in front of the mirror, I put on my wristwatch and thought about the upcoming evening. I hoped Lisa would be there too, though she probably wouldn't have befriended someone like that. I fixed my hair, ran a comb through it. Touched my rough cheeks: I decided not to shave the stubble because I was running late. And it's worth noting—it actually suited me better.
They didn't open the door right away, so muffled laughter and music were coming from the apartment. "Decently late," I thought at that moment, glancing at my watch, but I knew Alice wouldn't be angry; she's always happy to see me. After ringing the doorbell for about five minutes, someone finally opened it. My happy friend was standing in the doorway:
— Come in, Maxim, we've been waiting for you!
There were more people than usual, fortunately, Alice had a spacious apartment, and even with that many people, you could still move around comfortably. I greeted my friends, bummed a cigarette off them, and decided to go out to the landing to smoke because it was too cold to smoke outside. Taking off my outerwear, I stepped into the stairwell. Clicked the lighter a couple of times and took a drag, squinting my eyes. People were coming out of the apartment, some to smoke, some going who knows where. Suddenly, Lisa came out; I was surprised, but my hopes were justified, and now it was just a small matter. I tried not to look at her, but she conveniently stood a little further away, so I could watch her without being noticed. Lisa took out a lighter, rummaged in her bag, and searched for something for a long time. She turned around and calmly walked up to me:
— Got a cigarette? — Lisa asked, smiling slightly. I nodded and handed her the pack. She thanked me. She had a slightly husky voice; I liked it. Without thinking long, I decided to start a conversation:
— I'm Max, by the way. I wasn't afraid to get acquainted; I always managed it easily. The girl turned and looked at me, smiling with her amazing lips:
— And I'm Lisa. — Very nice, — I replied and smiled back.
I finished my cigarette and went back into the apartment; Lisa had finished hers by then and followed me. Like a true gentleman, I opened the door and let the girl go first. She looked me up and down and smiled her charming, sweet smile again. It's strange that at first glance she seems like a bitch, even though I don't know her at all. Lisa was wearing a tight black knee-length dress and low heels. I ran my eyes over her legs and stopped at her ass, which in that dress seemed even rounder and more attractive. I couldn't hold back a satisfied smirk.
When we entered the apartment, I followed Elizabeth. We went into the large hall where the table was. Lisa sat in an armchair and took a glass of wine from the table. That was even better for me. A tipsy girl is easier to seduce. I sat nearby on the sofa and started listening to the girlfriends sitting next to me, got involved in the conversation, and almost forgot about Lisa. An hour or more passed. The party was in full swing; I turned around, Lisa was sitting in her spot, watching the dancers and talking to a friend who was perched on the arm of the chair. Suddenly, she stood up and headed toward Alice, whispered something in her ear. My friend nodded and waved her hand. I realized the girl had decided to go home. As soon as Lisa disappeared into the hallway, I jumped off the sofa and quickly followed her. In the hallway, she took off her slippers and was putting on her heeled boots. When she straightened up, I took her coat from the hanger, walked around her, and held it out, helping her put it on.
— Thank you, Maxim. Lisa smiled sweetly, and I smiled back. Putting on my own coat, I offered to walk her home; after all, she's a pretty girl, and it's nighttime, you never know. She glanced at my shoulders, examining my build, and nodded:
— That would be nice.
We walked slowly, even though the frost had intensified and was nipping at our cheeks. It was very beautiful outside. Soft snowflakes were falling, and there was no wind at all. Lisa and I talked about everything. It turned out she wasn't such a bad girl; quite the opposite, actually. I asked her about her life, her studies—basically, all sorts of crap that didn't really interest me at the time. I was thinking about how to continue our acquaintance after I walked her home. In turn, the girl asked me what I did. I started boasting, saying I go to the gym, do boxing, sometimes swim. I really did those things. She complimented my build, to which I just smiled. If I had complimented her appearance and figure, she might have noted in her head that I wasn't just walking her home for no reason, though who knows—in any case, I'd walk any girl home at such a late hour. From my height, I looked at her cheeks, flushed from the cold. She squinted her eyes and gave me a playful smile. The rest of the time, we walked almost without talking, occasionally finding a topic but then falling silent.
When we reached her building entrance, we stopped. I had forgotten my gloves at home and was frantically hiding my hands in my coat pockets, standing in place and stamping my feet. Lisa looked at me, thoughtful. — Max, it hurts to look at you. Come up to my place, have some hot tea; besides, I made cookies today. There's cognac if you want coffee, come on. And don't even try to refuse. And I wasn't planning to. I nodded to her with a smile on my face, and we went into the building. Her apartment smelled nice and was very warm. With relief, I helped Lisa undress and took off my own clothes.
— What will you drink? Besides cognac, I have whiskey. But I didn't want to drink, so I declined:
— No, thanks, I think tea will warm me up better than alcohol. Of course, I knew alcohol would help me stagger home later, practically without freezing, but I thought I wouldn't be going home tonight, and I prefer fucking sober.
— Go into the living room, Max, I'll put the kettle on and be right there.
Lisa went to the kitchen and started clattering dishes; I went into the room and sat on an amazingly soft sofa that practically swallowed me. I relaxed and started fantasizing about the continuation. In what positions, where, and how I would screw this beauty.
Lisa was in the kitchen until the kettle boiled. She entered the room with a plate of gingerbread cookies and two cups of tea, holding them in one hand. It looked quite funny, and I smiled. Elizabeth sat next to me, placing both the plate and the tea on the coffee table. I took a mug and sipped a little, feeling the hot liquid go down my esophagus, gradually warming me from the inside. For politeness, I took a cookie Lisa had made, even though I didn't want to eat. I took a small bite and, after chewing, remarked:
— Your cookies turned out delicious, Lisa. You must be a good cook?
— Not without that, — the girl smiled, embarrassed. — Thank you, Max, I'm glad.
After finishing our tea, we continued our conversation, which had ended on the street. Fortunately, this time it went splendidly, and we chatted for a long time about nothing in particular. I learned that Lisa loves to travel and photograph beautiful places she's been to. Like France, Prague, the Dominican Republic, Egypt, Germany, Rome.
— Want me to show you my photos? I have a lot of them. I gladly agreed; no need to rush with sex, it should start when words run out, when we become a little closer. Lisa got up from the sofa and went to the opposite wall, where there were shelves with books and albums. I straightened up, lifting my back from the sofa, and sat on the edge, so to speak, to get a better look at her narrow waist and ass, hugged by the black dress. She rose on her tiptoes because the shelves were quite high; I was about to offer my help but decided this could be a start. She grabbed an album from the shelf with two fingers, but it turned out to be too heavy, and she dropped it. Lisa bent down to pick it up, but I beat her to it; quickly rising from the sofa, I approached her, gently placing my palms on her firm and oh-so-sweet buttocks. Lisa shuddered and straightened up, never picking up the album from the floor. With wide, surprised eyes, she looked at me: — Max... what are you doing?... But I just moved her short, soft hair aside, tucking it behind her ear, and pressed my lips to the base of her neck. Lisa exhaled and relaxed, closing her eyes. I smiled. I had achieved my goal. Now she was mine. Tonight, she was only mine.
With unhurried kisses, I moved toward the sensitive spot on her neck; when I reached it, Lisa let out a languid, muffled moan and pressed her juicy ass against my crotch, where my already quite noticeable erection was. I moved slightly away from her and pulled the zipper on her dress down. The light dress slid softly off her enticing curves, revealing a beautiful ass in red lace underwear, which worked on me like a red flag on a bull. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, scouting along the way to find it. Entering, I laid her on the bed. Lisa propped herself up on her elbows and started watching me. I hastily unbuttoned my shirt; when I took it off, the girl smiled and bit her lower lip, which flattered and turned me on. Girls always liked my toned torso; I've been into sports since childhood, and not in vain—now I can get any girl, even the most unattainable. Not without effort, of course. Finishing with the shirt, I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, took them off, and threw them where the shirt was. Lisa looked at my cock, standing stiff in my boxers, and licked her lips. I smiled at the corner of my mouth, looked at her perfect, small breasts. Climbing onto the bed, I gently spread her legs apart and hovered over her. Lisa immediately pulled me to her by the neck and greedily pressed her hot, sensual lips to my half-dry ones. I couldn't tear myself away from them; they were sweeter than honey. She was probably the only girl who kissed so well and with whom I wanted to do it for a lifetime. With difficulty tearing myself away from her cherry lips, I pressed my lips to her velvety nipples. I kissed her breasts in turn, sucking on the nipples and running my tongue over the areolas. Lisa was breathing heavily and moaning from time to time. I loved her moans insanely; I reveled in them. I moved one hand down to her crotch and ran my fingers over her pussy, pressing slightly.
The girl followed my hand and moaned. Massaging her clit through the lace fabric, I didn't stop kissing her breasts. After the kisses, I headed lower. Her moans made my cock so hard it almost hurt. I lifted her by the ass and took off her panties. She had a smoothly shaved pussy; I immediately pressed my face to it and started running my tongue over her clit and labia, tasting her wetness. Lisa started moaning nonstop. She arched, writhed on the bed, clenched the blanket in her fists, and periodically raised her head to see what I was doing down there. I teased her clit, working the tip of my tongue quickly, sometimes sucking on it along with her lips. Lisa liked that the most, and I tried to do it as often as possible. Pulling away from her pussy, I started running my fingers along her slit; Lisa kept moaning. I slowly inserted two fingers into her vagina, to which Lisa reacted quite vigorously—she practically impaled herself on them. I started fucking her with my fingers, moving inside her like a piston while making circular motions, massaging her walls. Lisa moaned, groaned, sometimes even cried out and whimpered pitifully. I was practically drooling and sped up the pace as much as possible. After a minute of frantic movements, Lisa squealed; I pulled out my fingers and was a bit surprised: a clear stream gushed from her pussy. To be honest, I've had one or two girls who could be brought to a "squirting state," but I love such girls insanely; you just want to fuck them and fuck them. Lisa stared at me predatorily, sitting up. — You work your fingers so well, Maxim, mmm.
Lisa licked her lips. I smiled contentedly and took off my interfering boxers. Sat more comfortably, leaning back on the pillows. Lisa got on all fours, sideways to me, and touched the head of my cock with her hot lips. I closed my eyes and leaned back completely on the pillows. She played with the head of my cock with her tongue, occasionally taking it into her mouth. I opened my mouth slightly and breathed through it. When Lisa started sucking the entire cock, I opened my eyes and placed my palm on her head, setting the rhythm. She sucked excellently! Helping herself with her hand, Lisa tightly squeezed my cock with her lips, sometimes running her tongue over it. Not lasting long like this, I groaned and released a tight, hot stream right into her mouth; there was a lot of cum, so it streamed down the corners of her mouth. She licked it all off my cock and greedily swallowed, which turned me on even more; my cock only hardened further and was in full battle readiness. Lisa swung one leg over me and ran her delicate hands over my chest, stopping them on my shoulders, while I, in turn, grabbed her ass and gave it a couple of juicy slaps. Taking my cock at the base, I ran it over Lisa's pussy a few times, making her moan sweetly. Stopping at her slit, I firmly grabbed her ass and impaled her on my cock to the hilt. The girl cried out and started moving. I thrust my hips up and watched her bouncing, firm breasts, loudly slapping her ass. She made circular motions with her pelvis, which put me on cloud nine with pleasure. Later, we changed positions. She got on all fours and arched her back like a cat. I looked at this picture, smiled contentedly, and drove my cock into her all the way to the balls. I fucked her with such force that she just screamed. The neighbors probably weren't thrilled. But I didn't care at that moment. I moved inside her quickly and felt I was about to cum. After fucking her furiously for another couple of minutes, the girl convulsed, and pulling out my cock, I again watched as clear fluid sprayed from her pussy and how she sweetly cried out. When she went limp, I started jerking my cock and soon came violently on her ass, after which I kissed her and lay down next to her.
The next morning, she got up before me; I woke up to a delicious smell: Lisa had cooked something. — Oh, hi, Max. You fucked me so well last night, mmm... I smiled at her, flattered. She looked me over, came closer, and kneeling down,