Lunch break hits. I ditch my notes and pen in my bag, bolt from the amphitheater. No waiting for anyone. Thomas is laid up in the infirmary since morning, twisted ankle showing off for hot Melissa. That girl’s ass could raise the dead. But today, it’s not her.
Cafeteria line. Grabbing ham and butter sandwiches for him. Hand lands on my shoulder. ‘Any word on Thom?’ It’s Marjolaine, queuing behind me. Mousey girl, long light-brown hair, big glasses, no tits but nice tight ass in those jeans. Sweet, but not fantasy fuel for hormone-raging guys.
The Awakening: Tension Builds in the Empty Room
‘Yeah, infirmary. Eating with him. Wanna join?’ She nods, saves her from solo lunch. We chat bullshit walking to the admin building’s medical wing. She’s chatty: boring classes, older boyfriend with a job, comes home beat, routine at 20. I half-listen. Her life’s dull. But I sense it—the bored girl’s golden opening.
I’m 20, still a virgin. No seduction finesse. We push into the empty infirmary. Nurse is at lunch. Building deserted. Thomas on the first bed, fine muscled footballer, devilish mixed Maghreb-French looks, pussy magnet. Me? Atypical face, but ripped from years of horse, tennis, rugby.
Hand him his sandwich. Marjolaine and I perch on the next bed. She stands to give him water, backs up—right between my legs. Stays there. Chatting casual. Air thickens. We all feel it. Heart pounds, mouth dry. Hands on her hips. She keeps talking to Thomas, who smirks at me. No pushback.
Hands slide to her belly, under light sweater, skin so soft. She doesn’t flinch. Fingers shake, unbutton her jeans. One hand stomach, other on ass. Smooth as fuck. String thong. I trace it, push jeans down mid-thigh. She’s breathing heavy now, no more words, just moans. ‘Don’t pull my thong,’ she whispers.
The Act: Raw, Unrestrained Passion Unleashed
‘Easy, but it’s coming off.’ Slide it down with jeans. She kicks shoes, frees legs, spreads ’em. My hand dives between thighs. Short pubes, then hot wet slit. First pussy ever. Fingers explore slow, lengthways. She’s dripping, sighs loud. My cock throbs.
Thomas unzips, hauls out his thick brown-headed erection. Shaved balls—note to self. ‘Your turn, Marjo.’ She leans, licks his shaft, sucks that gland like candy. I finger her pussy and probe her tight ass. Surreal: virgin no more, hand in her holes while she blows my best mate.
Push bed back, free space. Whip out my aching cock. Press between her cheeks, hump her crack. She grabs it, jerks clumsy, guides to her soaked entrance. Pushes back, impales deep. Groan rips from her. Holy shit, I’m fucking. Bareback, stupid young idiots.
Grip hips like life raft. Pound messy, balls slapping skin. She’s insatiable, hottest girl alive. Thomas grunts, floods her mouth. She swallows, slaps him playful, licks clean. That tips me—explode deep inside, pulsing ropes.
We zip up fast. Casual chat resumes. Act like nothing. Back to classes. Nothing ever again with her or Thomas. She married that dud, kids, divorce. Him? Who knows. Cherish the secret thrill. Dared the unthinkable. Raw rush lingers. Always protect your dumb ass, though.