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College Love and Sex, Part One
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
College Love and Sex
Peter was a shy boy. It was his first year of college. He
hated living in the dorms after having his own wing of the house
back with his parents. He was a good looking guy standing 6
feet tall. His muscular 170 pounds was well apportioned. His
wavy brown hair was cut short, but still his bangs occasionally
fell down covering his green eyes. Peter was a nice guy who
never hurt anyone or did anything wrong. He had but one
girlfriend all his life who left him for another guy at the end
of his senior year in high school. In a world of sex and
passion, Peter was still a virgin. He saw that as a virtue,
most of his friends just felt sorry for him. Until that first
semester at college...
Intelligence was always a part of Peter's life. He scored the
highest on all his tests, graduated valedictorian from his
school, was voted most likely to succeed, and the list goes on
and on. It was no surprise then that Peter was taking high
level classes from the start. His AP tests had boosted him in
sophomore standing before starting school, and Peter was in many
classes with Juniors and Seniors. It was in one such class,
Advanced Cellular Biology, that he first saw her.
Mary was the epitome of beauty in Peter's eyes. Her slender
frame of only five feet and three inches drove him mad. He had
always liked smaller girls. Her petite figure was perfect in
its form. Her supple, muscular legs were attached to a firm,
tight buttocks that screamed for a lover to hold it. Mary's
stomach was flat and sensuous from years of sit-ups and
exercise. Her breasts were large for her petite frame, but
didn't seem overwhelming or out of place in the least. They
were soft and yet firm, always perfectly formed without the need
for a bra. Her face was that of an angel with its angled jaw
line, slender chin, high cheek bones, small nose, and deep blue
eyes. Mary's eyes were what really set her apart. Indeed, her
body was stunning, but her eyes seemed as though to put Peter
into a trance. He fell into their depth, lost in their beauty.
Her blonde, shoulder length hair curled ever so slightly at the
tips, and hid her face just enough to make you want more. Yes,
Mary was something special. She was a senior who had struggled
through her past few biology courses, but had to finish this one
for graduation. Little did Peter or Mary know that the stage
had been set for their meeting.
It was the second week of classes and a quiz was set for that
Friday. Peter wasn't worried, he knew all the information
already like the back of his hand. Mary, however, was confused
already and unsure that she could pass the quiz let alone the
class. As fate would have it, Mary sat at the table in front of
Peter. At the end of class, he heard her asking her friend
Julie if she knew anyone who could help her study. That was all
the prompting Peter needed.
Since the first day of class, Peter had been in love with Mary.
He couldn't believe it when she sat in front of him. He always
looked forward to that class where he had such a great view of
her body as she squirmed restlessly through the boring lectures.
Peter had only needed some excuse to talk to her, and now he
finally had one.
After class was dismissed, Mary left the classroom quickly
before Peter had a chance to grab his books. Obviously she was
in a hurry to get somewhere. However, Julie was still sitting
down as she leisurely gathered her purse, applied some lipstick,
and stood up. Peter realized his chance and tapped her on the
shoulder. "Um, hi, my name is Peter. You're Julie right?" he
stumbled over his tongue. "I wasn't listening really, but I
heard Mary mention that she needed, well, needed a tutor or
something, and I..."
Julie's eyes moved across Peter's body, checking him out like a
wolf examining its prey. A slight smile etched its way across
her face as she interrupted, "And you would like to help her
out, be her personal tutor. I see. So, what makes you so
qualified, Peter was it?"
He stared at her for a moment thinking what to say, and then
answered, "Well, I understand the material and I always used to
tutor back in high school."
"And you really want to meet Mary, right?"
Peter felt his face flush with blood as he found himself at a
loss for words. Finally, he simply replied, "Yeah."
"Well, I'll tell ya, Petey," Julie responded, "Mary's a special
girl. She's my roommate ya know, and I don't want her gettin'
messed up with anything that wouldn't be good for her." Julie
grinned as she said, "After all, she just broke up with her
boyfriend, and I know she took it really hard." As she said
that, Julie looked down at Peter and saw that he was taking it
really "hard" too. "Tell ya what, you come over tonight to
Lehigh Dorm, room 235, say eightish. We'll see how good a tutor
you are." And with that, Julie left.
Peter stood staring as Julie left. He felt his engorged member
trying to break free from his pants and wondered if she had
noticed. "Tonight is going to be a very good night!" Peter
exclaimed to himself.
The pressure built and built within Peter all day long until
eight o'clock finally arrived. He actually got to Mary's dorm
room by 7:45, but sat outside waiting for 8:00. When the time
finally came, he jumped to his feet and knocked softly on the
door.
Julie opened the door and looked Peter over. His navy slacks
and striped navy and cream shirt looked good on him, she
thought. Peter looked over Julie also. She wasn't as beautiful
as Mary, but she was still an attractive girl. She stood in the
doorway wrapped in a robe, her hair wet from the shower she had
just taken, little puddles forming around her bare feet.
Finally she said, "Hey, Pete, come on in! Mary's taking a
shower now, but she'll be out in just a minute."
"Why would she be taking a shower now," Peter thought to
himself as he sat down on her bed to wait. He began to lay out
some books and notes on the floor in front of him, so he'd be
ready for his tutoring job at hand. Besides, he wanted to prove
to Julie that he was really a tutor and he wasn't just after
Mary.
Peter looked up as the bathroom door opened ever so slightly.
He heard the sweetest voice call out, "Julie, could you hand me
that robe, I forgot to bring it in here with me."
Julie looked at Peter and said, "Hey, could you hand her that
robe sittin' beside you there. You're closer."
He quickly remarked, "Sure, no problem!" He crossed the
smallish room quickly with robe in hand. As he approached,
Mary's slender arm reached out to take it. Peter handed her the
robe and his hand brushed against hers. He felt himself getting
hard with just that simple touch.
Mary remarked from behind the door, "Oh, is that Peter?"
"Yeah, um, I'm Peter. I came over to help you with your
studying for that cellular biology class, ya know the quiz on
Friday."
The door opened and there stood Mary, her hair wet, a robe
covering her sensuous body. She stretched out her perfect hand
to Peter, saying, "Hi, Peter, nice to meet you. I hope you
don't mind if I don't dress up here, but I just feel like being
comfortable tonight. I study better when I'm comfortable."
"Oh, sure, no problem. Actually, you look, um, very nice just
the way you are," Peter returned. He felt his face blushing and
his now rock hard member leap as me touched her and said those
few words.
"Well, thanks! You look nice yourself. So, we should get
started, right?"
"Yeah, we should. I brought over some books and papers. I
hope you don't mind that I laid 'em on the floor over here by
the bed. Anyway, this what we need to know for the quiz."
Peter walked over by the bed and dropped down to the floor. As
he sat down, Mary shrank down beside him, her gorgeous legs
pulling away from the fabric of the robe. She moved close to
him, their shoulders touching as she smiled, seemingly eager to
learn.
Julie watched on as the two talked about biology for nearly two
hours. Peter was excellent at explaining the complex topics and
soon Mary understood everything she needed to know. All during
the evening, she would occasionally move, revealing more of her
legs, or perhaps her shoulder. One time Peter could have sworn
her saw a nipple. At that time his penis jumped and he made a
slight moan. Otherwise, the evening was full of work and study.
Indeed, Peter was aroused. He wanted so badly to feel her, to
touch her lips to his own, to move inside her perfect body.
However, each time he pulled himself back and focused on the
work at hand. Finally, the studying was done and Peter stood to
leave.
"Thanks for coming over. You really helped a lot. I know I
can at least get a B on this quiz now!" Mary said softly.
"It was my pleasure, really. If you need any more help, I'm
pretty much available every night. So, I'll let you two get
some rest, and I'll see ya tomorrow in class."
Mary opened the door for Peter, and as he was walking out the
door she grabbed his arm. She turned around to face her and
gave him a hug along with a few last words of thanks. Peter
almost screamed as he found himself in her arms. He didn't ever
want to leave the warmth and safety of that embrace. Finally,
as he walked away down the hall, peter thought to himself, "Oh,
shit! I hope she didn't feel this rock in my pants! Dang, she
makes my horny! Oh, tonight has been a good night!!"
Back in the dorm room Mary looked over at Julie and giggled.
"Could you feel it?" Julie asked.
"Oh, yeah! Geez, that boy is hung! I can tell he was hot for
me! How'd ya like that thing with the legs and the little
nipple show? Did you hear him groan?"
"Yeah, I did," Julie replied, "but what about yourself?
Girlfriend, you look awfully hot and bothered right now. Didn't
he turn you on just a little?" Before Mary could answer, Julie
grabbed her robe and pulled it off. Indeed, Mary was certainly
aroused. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her crotch was
soaking. Mary just blushed. And then she moved her hands down
her stomach slowly.
Peter ran all the way back to his dorm a half mile away. He
burst into the room finding his roommate was gone. He wasted no
time stripping his body of the confines of clothing. Soon his
engorged penis was standing straight out from his body its full
eight inches. His hands fell to it and he began to pump
quickly, wanting to, needing to release his overflowing love
juices.
Mary fell back onto her bed, a look of sheer ecstasy across her
face. Her fingers were drenched with her juices as they worked
quickly on her clitoris, every so often penetrating deep into
her body. Her moans filled the room as she worked herself. She
intermittently called out for Peter to pump her harder, faster.
She moved her left hand to her breasts, rubbing her aching
nipples between her wet finger tips.
Peter ran his right hand along the length of his cock with ever
increasing speed. With his left hand he grabbed at his balls,
pulling them and finding even more pleasure. His eyes closed
and he saw her, Mary. He imagined her body dripping with sweat
as she rubbed herself, pleasuring herself while calling his
name. Finally, Peter's moans turned to calls of, "I love you,
Mary! Take me in! Don't stop!"
It had been half an hour since Peter left and Mary felt herself
coming towards orgasm. Her fingers moved around her clit with
abandon, one hand probing her sopping vagina, the other rolling
her clit between wet fingers. She was now screaming Peter's
name. The neighbors could certainly hear, but Mary continued
anyway. She arched her back high as the orgasm came. Her
feminine walls spasmed around her fingers as she let out a long,
slow breath. She fell back to the bed, covered in perspiration.
Her body shook with excitement from her climax as she continued
to stroke her sacred places slowly and lovingly, imagining that
it was him touching her with his hard, solid manliness.
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