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Unexpected Happenings
by Whoever I Really Am (whoeverireallyam@yahoo.com)
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A well-written (*I* think) description of what happened
between me and a girl at school. Includes build-up,
seduction, and realistic sexual situations. Very hot.
(MF, rom, exh, mast)
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Hello readers, today I have for you a pretty exciting,
and fairly recent, account of an unexpected happening I
recently had at school.
My name is Charlie, and I am sure you couldn't care
less about what I look like. (Unless you are a female
reader, if you are e-mail me and I'll let you know). I
attend a University on the east coast, for what I will
just call studio production.
Our class is small, with maybe 10 kids. The field I am
going into is known to attract few females, and my
classes reflect that. In two semesters of classes full-
time, we have only had two or three girls, all of whom
were rather unattractive.
This semester however, that changed.
I had arrived to a studio editing class five minutes
early on the first day, and already knew most of the
people in the class, since we tend to share the same
curriculum. Four or five of us guys were talking when I
noticed someone walk in the door. I looked up to see,
to my surprise, a fairly attractive girl standing in
the door. She was perhaps 5'3 or 5'4, fairly thin, with
a cute face, pale skin, and straight, full, black hair
to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were strikingly blue.
I wanted to say she looked Germanic but couldn't quite
be sure because her hair, although very straight, was
black, not blonde.
I realized I had been staring for a good five seconds,
and went back to talking to the fellas. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw her figure move from the spot at
the door where she had stood. Before I knew it, she was
sitting right next to me on my other side.
I'm no lady-killer, but I had usually had enough girls
to keep me satisfied. But thanks to my curriculum, and
the lack of girls in it, it had been months since I had
gotten off from anything besides my own hand. This
being the case, I took the next break in the
conversation to turn around and talk to my pretty new
neighbor.
I can't recall the exact dialogue, seeing as this was
about a month ago. However there was nothing
spectacular. She introduced herself as Sophie. I talked
to her and threw in little charming things when I knew
I could.
After less than a minute I already had started to lose
interest. She was annoying. I could tell she was one of
those socially inept girls with esteem issues, the type
that tries to overcompensate for it, and makes herself
look stupid.
My friendliness quickly faded. I gave nonchalant,
unexpressive answers, hoping she would get the message.
She didn't. While she kept bothering me, I found myself
glancing at her more. Her face really was cute, and I
can't say I had seen many girls with blue eyes and
black hair before. Occasionally, I took a peek at the
rest of her body. She was wearing a shapely cloth
jacket/hoodie that hid her midriff and chest. She wore
tight jeans and sneakers that matched her hoodie.
I realized I shouldn't be looking though, I didn't want
to start getting boners for this girl I couldn't stand
talking to. She probably saw me however, which
undoubtedly made her push to get to know me. Class
continued for two hours, and I was free to go back to
my dorm. I packed my shit and got out of there before
she could say anything.
Things continued like this for awhile. For two weeks I
remained steadfast in not getting involved with this
cute/dumb girl. One particular day she came to class
wearing short shorts and a halter top. Her sizable
breasts jutted out from the thin top and showed
cleavage. She asked me to lunch.
I hid my crotch, bit my tongue, and said no. Later that
class she was talking to a bunch of us and said, "Why
do we have to do all this technical stuff? I just want
to get good with working on the board." In this field,
the board is easy. Its learning to be a good producer
that counts, and all the little technical things are
important to that. I told her this, and she just stayed
fixated on wanting to learn the board, nothing else. It
made me glad I had resisted her.
During the third week, on our Tuesday class, she came
in wearing a dress. The dress was a red summer dress.
It seemed airy and thin, but it hugged her figure, and
for the first time I really stared at her. Red straps
came down across her shoulders and clavicle. Her
cleavage was sufficiently covered (just the tiniest bit
showing), but her breasts still protruded nicely.
Her stomach was nice and just barely rounded, almost
unnoticeably through the dress. The dress fell lightly
just above her knees, on shapely legs that went down to
her feet, which sported polished red toenails and a
pair of flip-flops. She was a true knockout that day.
"Shit," I thought to myself, "Be strong man be strong."
She sat down next to me as usual. I pretended to not
have even noticed her entrance. She gave out the same
small talk she usually did, and asked the usual
questions, and like usual I gave out half ass answers.
Except this time I had trouble not looking at her. I
couldn't help but feel that tingle in my loins every
time I stole a glance at the little bit of cleavage
that showed right above her dress, or at her smooth
legs and perfectly manicured feet.
After an hour or so of class our teacher gave us a 10
minute break. I shot out of the room before she could
say anything to me. Covering my hard-on was my
backpack, which I awkwardly held halfway between my
side and front. I headed for the patio, which served
more as an outdoor smoking lounge.
On my arrival I took a seat for some relaxation. I was
relieved to feel my hard-on relax a bit too. Some guys
from class came out and we talked as they smoked. From
the previous weeks they knew my predicament, but didn't
mention much about it. Just when I had begun to get
back to normal size, a glance through the window gave
away her impending arrival.
"Ha ha fuck. Toss me one, maybe she hates smokers," I
said.
Jeremy quickly responded and tossed me a cigarette,
which I had up to my lips and lit by the time she got
outside. If she cared at all about smoke she didn't
show it, and walked right through mine to sit down next
to me. She started some talk with everyone I don't even
remember. I just remember failing to resist temptation
and ogling her. Her face was bright and cute.
She had put on lipstick, and her red lips tantalized me
as she talked. I had a brief image of her red lips
giving me what I wanted, and those big eyes looking up.
I forced the thoughts out of my head, despite the
movement in my pants. As we got up to go back to class,
maybe five minutes later, I had to readjust so it was
at least going down my leg as opposed to sticking up
above my panty line. Thankfully, my movements were deft
(from years of practice), and she did not notice.
She moved ahead of me to go towards the door, and it
soon became apparent why. In very pronounced movements,
she swung her hips back and forth as she walked into
the building. She knew I was behind her, she knew I was
watching, and she knew I loved it.
I couldn't help but stare as she showed off her ass. I
walked in behind her, feeling my dick throbbing inside
my pants, trapped between the rough fabric of my jeans
and my leg. I began to lose it as I followed her down
the hall. My poor throbbing member was pulsing upward
against my jeans and sending hard-to-ignore feelings to
my brain. I could feel my body's electricity zooming
back and forth between my head and loins.
My eyes stayed fixated on her hips. She still swayed
them back and forth, obviously for my viewing pleasure.
My brain was fighting a losing battle. It was half-
angry that she would try to pull something like this on
me, continuously, down the hall. Then I couldn't take
it anymore. I couldn't resist this beautiful creature
showing herself off to me.
Then I finally snapped, and as she opened the door to
the bathroom, halfway to class, I glanced behind my
shoulder to make sure nobody was coming, grabbed her at
the sides and pushed us both into the bathroom.
She let out a big gasp as my hands grabbed the sides of
her stomach. I pushed myself into her backside,
propelling us toward the wall of the tiny one person
room. She threw up her hands to absorb the shock of
hitting the wall, and with a grunt from each of us we
landed with her ass pressed into my midsection, and my
hands gripping her wrists and holding her against the
wall. She knew it was me, and it was evident by the
fact she was not struggling. She stayed facing the
wall, hands against it, as I immediately released my
grip on her wrists and ran my hands down her arms, onto
her hips.
My hard-on, contained between my jeans and leg, pressed
into her soft ass, which was covered by the thin cloth
skirt of her dress. She shifted her weight a little bit
and began to lightly grind herself into me as my right
hand felt the bones and curves of her hip, and moved up
onto her soft stomach, which I squeezed gently. I
slowly moved my hand up and felt my cock jump again at
the sound of her girl breath becoming shallower. I
reached her breast and caressed it softly before
squeezing it; she exhaled deep. I could feel the nipple
grow against my hand as I manipulated and rubbed it
through the thin cloth.
My dick was now at full-size, and it was painful
pointing down toward the ground, locked in place by my
pants. I reached down with my left hand and shifted it
so it was facing up, and glanced down to see the purple
head hovering above my panty line, fully engorged. My
left hand went back on her hips, and my right hand
continued its groping as she leaned at even more of an
angle towards the wall.
Her hands stayed glued against it for support, and her
ass backed up into me even more. She was grinding hard
and obviously enjoying it. My dick was vertical now,
and she was rubbing into it hard; it must have been
against her rosebud, or vagina, or both. Her head hung
down and looked towards the ground, lost. She and I
both looked to our left and were treated with the sight
of ourselves.
For the first time since we entered the bathroom I saw
her pretty face in the mirror, which was all flushed.
Her red lips hung open as she inhaled and exhaled
heavily, and her black hair fell straight down and
framed her face perfectly. I reached around her side
and placed my left hand on her pelvis, pushing it
harder into the bulge in my pants. Simultaneously I
thrust my mid-section, making her shift her posture
straight up again.
I once again had her pinned against the wall, and in
the new close proximity my head was right next to hers.
I could smell the perfume on her neck. Every time I
took a breath it blew onto her ear and I think that
turned her on even more. Her head was reclined loosely
back onto my shoulder.
We both were breathing even harder as my right hand
released her breast and moved down her side. My fingers
slid across the midsection of the dress, where the
upper part met the skirt. I could feel the hemline of
her panties through the thin fabric. My hand moved
down onto her smooth thigh, rubbing across from the
front to the inside.
The anticipation was building as my hand finally
reached the junction of her legs. I barely touched the
soft cotton that tightly fitted over her most private
places. She held her breath as my index finger slowly
ran along the little sewn design that circled around
the leg of her panties. Finally I moved my finger to
the center and ran it along the tiny crease where her
lovely valley was.
She exhaled into a small moan, and I felt her shudder
as my finger moved down the length, gently moving over
the flesh that protected her clitoris, and then across
the tiny wet spot just behind it. I cupped it with my
hand and rubbed back and forth gently.
My ministrations must have been working, because
shortly I felt the tiny wet spot grow larger in my
palm, until finally some of the sticky fluid had soaked
through. She stayed leaning half against the wall and
half against me, her head leaning back on my shoulder.
I felt her increasing breath against my cheek.
I reached down with both hands and lifted the skirt up,
revealing two well-rounded globes clad in plain grey
cotton panties. I used both hands and pushed them down
to right above her knees. She began to inhale as my
hand went up her leg. The air shot back out in a
whimper as my finger traced its way across her thin,
trimmed bush and into the folds of her womanhood.
My whole hand could feel the heat, and any part of my
finger that went past the folds came back covered in
her lubrication. I stroked back and forth gently with
my index, tapping the clit once in each cycle. She had
stopped moving her hips by now, too caught up in my
touching. My dick still throbbed in my pants, although
facing up it was much more comfortable than before. I
finally decided to stop teasing her.
My finger began to rub slowly and deliberately across
her tiny annex of pleasure. The little nub of flesh
moved back and forth under the tip of my finger. In the
mirror I watched her eyes shut tight and her mouth open
wide. Her body was tensing up from all the attention -
if I hadn't been behind her to lean on she would have
collapsed. I rubbed her clit back and forth faster. She
made no sound except for an occasional stutter of
breath.
My finger continued its assault, and her stutters of
breath turned into small moans. Her body began to
sweat, the lights reflected off of her gleaming
shoulders. Her tensed arms were at her side, and her
fingers then gripped my legs, needing more support.
With each stroke I gave her clit I felt the honey
flowing more readily, my fingers and palm were covered
in it. My poor dick throbbed in my pants still, and
jumped every time her nails dug into my legs. Each jump
brought images of my big cock entering her pussy,
feeling its wet heat.
Those thoughts made me more excited, and my target
changed. I gave her clit one more quick jolt and then
moved my index finger down along the length of her
valley. Her small moans subsided, but her body stayed
tensed up against me. I ran my finger around the
entrance of her vagina, teasing her yet again as my
labored breathing continued in her ear. The aroma of
her girl cum and our sweat was in the air, and it drove
me crazy. I had to resist whipping it out and shoving
it in. My finger continued its circling, driving her
mad.
"Please, jus-," Her plea was interrupted by my middle
and ring finger driving into her hard. She gave a
guttural, animalistic grunt as my fingers went in as
far as they could before they started pumping slowly in
and out. Her breaths became ragged again, and in a few
seconds she was grinding her hips once more, trying to
make my fingers ignite as many nerves as possible. I
took the que and started to pump my fingers in and out
faster. I found a good pace to finger-fuck her without
tiring my muscles too much, and every repetition
produced a wet slapping sound that undoubtedly somebody
could hear if they were right outside the door.
I kept pumping, and it became evident by the noises she
was making that her climax was not far off. She
frantically shifted her position again to get a better
penetration angle, leaning forward and putting her arms
on the wall. This pushed her ass right back onto my
penis as my hand continued fucking her cunt. She let
out another girly grunt and put her head against her
arms.
The combination of the smell, her noises, and her
evident climax was driving me crazy. I reached back
with my other hand and quickly managed to undo the
button on my jeans and shove them and my boxers down
halfway to my knees. My dick stood out in attention,
ready to go. But I knew I couldn't fuck her. So my
finger-fucking continued and I pressed my sky-ward dick
up against her ass. My hand moved back up and teased
her erect nipple through the cloth again.
Whether or not she realized this at first, I don't
know. But it's unimportant, because she kept grinding
her smooth, gelatinous ass into me. My dick was
impressed into her left cheek, and its silky-softness
felt like heaven to me. Now that I was finally getting
some feeling I began to lose it, and began thrusting my
rod up and down. My digital assault of her vagina kept
on hard and fast. Her body bounced slightly with each
thrust of my hand.
To my delight, a quick glance in the mirror revealed
her face, still with her mouth wide open and eyes shut,
breathing heavily. Her breasts bounced up and down
within the red dress, exciting me further. I realized
that all the movement had landed my dick right in
between both cheeks. I had some evil ideas, but didn't
act on them, I was too caught up in the feelings I was
already getting. I continued my dick-thrusting as I had
before, except now it was in between both of her
cheeks, and they rubbed the sides of it, giving me even
more feeling.
I was fucking against her ass furiously when I finally
felt her muscles beginning to clench my fingers. I
redoubled my handiwork, trying to move my finger
against her g-spot on each thrust up. I was successful,
and her whole body locked up as I madly finger-fucked
against her vaginal muscles, which were going
completely rigid in the few seconds before her climax.
My dick still stroked up and down against her rear. I
should have cum right then from that but the adrenaline
allowed me to hold it in. I looked into the mirror for
the last time, and imprinted the image in my brain.
Her, bent over against the wall, her breasts bouncing
up and down to my pelvic thrusts in that beautiful red
dress. The skirt was turned up and lying on the small
of her back.
My penis was standing at full against her, and my hand
was buried in between her legs. Her grey panties were
stretched out between her knees, which quivered visibly
in the seconds before her orgasm. If only you could
have seen it. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten to
their limit, and closed my eyes just as a muffled yell
escaped her lips. The yell faltered and broke on and
off as she orgasmed, her muscles exploding back and
forth into orgasmic contractions.
My hand stopped moving in and out, letting her pussy
savor the mass filling it. Her sphincter was
contracting wildly, causing incredible sensation on the
underside of my cock. My hips took control and while
she was still cumming all over my hand I started
pumping against her rear valley, feeling the semen
boiling in my balls.
I finally let out a moan of my own and came. My seed
shot out in streams and gobs, landing all up and down
her soft rear and on the skirt of her dress. It
lubricated her ass even more - I kept pumping, getting
incredible sensations as my hard cock finally became
not so hard. Her body was rocking lightly against my
hand as her moans died off.
Both of our bodies twitched in the post orgasmic bliss,
and then our spent legs faltered and we fell down to
the ground. My fingers still were buried inside her
cunt as we laid in a heap on the cold floor. Her
bloodshot eyes were open and blinking, and I could hear
her ragged breath over my own. Her head was not turned
toward me as I got up.
I pulled out a few paper towels (the shitty, scratchy
brown kind that everywhere has) and wiped the little
bit of my jizz that had landed on me off, and pulled up
my pants. She still was on the floor, in the same
position she had fallen, with her knees half up to her
chest, her side against the wall. One of her flip-flops
had come off, and her bare foot was laying against my
shoe. Her skirt lay askew over her bottom, but still
afforded me the image of my own cream slowly sliding
down her rear, as well as her glistening pussy, still
wet and lubricated from my handiwork.
I felt something for her, seeing her vulnerable, and
having just shared such a moment with her, which had
probably just lasted about five minutes. Her breathing
began to slow down a bit as I looked down on her, and I
offered my hand. She looked up, gave a little bit of a
smirk, and took it. I pulled her up and she stood
there, staring at me with beautiful blue eyes. Her
bangs were soaked in sweat and clung to her forehead.
Her face and chest were flushed. I felt such affection.
I wanted to sit there and stare at her all day. But I
didn't. I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, opened
the door, and walked out.
I was only about six or seven minutes late to class,
and the teacher paid no heed. I managed to take some
notes down. Five minutes later Sophie showed up. She
seemed very composed and normal again.
We ended up being friends. And that's all I care to
say.
THE END
If you like me, or give a shit, you can e-mail me at
whoeverireallyam@yahoo.com
My ridiculously horrible attitude aside though, please
send me feedback. make me feel loved.
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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