Hello, my pervy friends… this is a little story I found while cleaning out my old files. It was a few years ago, written for an English class, while I was a student at Ohio State. The memories..

Let me know what you think!

Last semester, Natalya and I scheduled one of our electives together (Bad
idea. I got almost no work done. I came out of the class with a C). We
thought it would be nice to see each other throughout the day, since our
schedules seemed to be getting busier and busier.

This time, I got to class a little late and couldn’t sit with Nat like I
normally did. I sat a few seats in from of her. When I got there, I
realized that I had left my glasses at home when I had gone back to get my
textbook (that day was particularly forgetful for me). The girl next to me
was kind enough to let copy her notes as she typed.

The professor is rambling on about how the colonial period was the
`foundation of the nation,’ and I was busy typing away, taking down the
notes. Then an AIM box popped up. At first, I was going to close the
window and turn of computer’s WiFi, but then I noticed who it was, so I
read it:

NATGIRL45: Y’know, I could just lay you out right now.

Without even looking up at her, trying not to seem conspicuous, I typed:

PJONKML: Really? Well what do you propose we do about that?

NATGIRL45: We need to go somewhere. NOW.

PJONKML: Well, I’ll bet no one is in that bathroom on the third floor.

NATGIRL45: Hmmm^Åsound like a plan to me. Lead the way.

I calmly packed up my bag and walked out of a side door in the lecture
hall. I walked up the stairs to the third floor, and down the hall to a
bathroom that was at the very end. The way it was situated, it looked as
if they had added the bathroom after building the place. Anyway, I readied
myself: checking my hair and situating my clothes. This was the most
public place we had ever done anything in, and I was more than excited.

I heard her foot steps on the hall, and I held my breath waiting for her to
open the door. When she did, I was standing across the room against the
wall. She grinned, locked the door, and started walking toward me. I met
her half way, and wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her closer to
me.

When our lips met, her mouth was so warm. Once again, she tasted like
strawberries (She likes strawberry candy; always has it on her. Now, when
I taste, smell, or even see strawberries, I think of my baby). I was
trying to savor her. We had to slow down. I pulled back just enough to
let her now that I intended to take it slow.

She started unbuttoning my blouse, and I unbuttoned hers. When she got the
shirt off of me, she looked at me like I was a feast for her to devour. I
love it when she looks at me like that. She was biting and teasing me, but
I had to feel her lips against my again, so I pulled up to me, just
enjoying the feeling of her body next to me and her lips next to mine.

We were standing there, in the middle of the bathroom, holding and kissing
each other, I could stay like that forever. Her mouth left mine and found
my neck. She gently kissed and nibbled and licked; I not so gently sighed
and moaned and grunted. She was slowly backing me up against the wall.
Her had pressed against the front of my pants, I gave a little cry, my eyes
closed, biting my lip. I could feel her smile against my neck. She
increased the pressure and I was all hers. She was undoing my belt and
pants with painful slowness. I wanted her to rip them off right then.

At the same moment her hand found my wetness, her lips found mine, and I
moaned into her mouth.

“Does that feel good baby?” she asked

“Oh God yes baby, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

She was encouraged now, and started her journey down my body. Leaving a
trail of wet kisses in her path, leaving me shuddering, she reached her
destination. I looked down at that beautiful face as she pulled down my
jeans and panties in one fluid motion. She looked up at me one last time
before dipping her head down, and putting that magical tongue to work. Up
and down, in and out, round and round, this girl had me going crazy. Soon,
I was bucking and writhing, calling out her name. When it hit me I almost
fell over, but she caught me and held me up. I came down and opened my
eyes to my beautiful Natalya, and I was once again assured that I loved
her.

Now, it was my turn to make her weak.

I turned her around and pinned her against the sink. I snaked my hands
under her skirt to grab her ass and jerk her to me. When I did, she gave a
little yip and grinned at me. She was enjoying this as much as I was.
Pushed her so that she was sitting on the counter and stood between her
legs. I started to slowly tease her and try to draw it out, but when
Natalya wants something, she wants it right then. She grabbed my hand and
shoved it between her legs.

“I want you to make me cum, right now!”

“Like this baby?” I asked and shoved two fingers inside.

She through her head back and grabbed a handful of my hair.

“Oooh. Just like that.”

We were working up a rhythm. She was meeting me trust for thrust. I knew
she was close because she was moaning in my ear.

“Oh shit. Baby don’t stop. Just like that.”

Her legs were as wide as she could get them and her back was against the
counter. We were both breathing like bulls.

She tightened her grip on my hair and gave out a cry that was almost
silent. I just held on as her hips bucked and shook. When we finished, we
cleaned up, fixed make-up and hair. She looked at her watch, and we saw
that we had missed the rest of our class and were late for our next.

With one last kiss, we parted. Later, back at home, she told me that
everyone had said she was glowing the rest of the day.

“I just laughed and said that I was in a good mood after one of my classes;
I really enjoyed it.” She said.

I smiled and thought to myself that she had been glowing, but then again,
she always glows when I see her.

So, what do you think? Should I have stuck to hitting on my fellow softball players? It doesn’t matter.. I enjoy writing. Of course, I’m always open to feedback. LOL