1. College Dream Girl


    Date: 9/1/2017, Categories: Fiction Consensual Sex Cum Swallowing First Time Male/Female Oral Sex School Virginity Author: BananaAnn, Source: sexstories.com

    Her class had just let out and I usually mulled around in the hallway, trying to look inconspicuous while I waited to catch a glimpse of her leaving her classroom. I waited and while I watched many heads walk past, I didn’t see her bright blond. I paced for a moment, wondering if I had missed seeing her. She probably wasn’t here today, but it couldn’t hurt to peek into the classroom to double check. She was sitting in a desk, chewing on a pen and reading a piece of paper. I stared at her, taking in her beautiful form while she didn’t know I was looking. After a moment, she put down the paper. Spotting me in the doorway, she curled her fingers up and down in an abbreviated form of a wave and her feminine tones rang across the room, “Can I help you?” My heart thumped in my chest and my mind blanked as I panicked about what to say back. She tilted her head and said, “I can’t help but notice that you were staring at me. Do you need help with something? I don’t recognize you from class.” “Um, you’re taking this class.” She bobbed her head up and down, nodding at me. “Yes. Yes, I am.” Shit. This was not going well. One part of me was ecstatic that we were in the same room together, another part of me had shut down, a little dumbfounded. I grasped at sounds in my head and tried to think of some kind of a string of words to put together. I was failing. “I’m sorry, but class is out and I’m kind of stressed out right now. If you don’t need anything, could you please leave?” She looked ...
    ... down at the desk and picked up the piece of paper again. Could you please leave? That struck home. The last thing I wanted to do was have to leave. I needed her to just give me a chance. “Do you want to talk about what’s stressing you out?” She shook her head. “No, I really don’t.” Immediately after she said it, she sighed and fidgeted with her fingers. “Well, maybe I do. I don’t know. I just… I didn’t get a good grade on this paper, but this paper is a large percent of our overall grade. I’m in my senior year and I so far had all A’s this semester. But now, I don’t know. This sucks. I’ve been working really hard.” I sat down next to her and made a sound like she could continue talking. She said, “I’m just frustrated. I wanted this semester to pull my GPA back up. I did a lot of partying my freshmen year, you know? I was away from my parents, and making my own decisions, and there were college parties, and college boys…” She trailed off and tilted her head slightly to the side. Her blue eyes looked at me but her gaze didn’t feel like she was focused on me. She continued, “After a few bad experiences, I really pulled myself around and I was excited to have all A’s this semester. I felt like I would prove to myself and to others that I’m worth it.” I offered her a small, genuine smile and said, “You are worth it. You shouldn’t put so much stock in a grade. Everyone knows this instructor is harsh and he’s too full of himself to properly analyze most of these essays. I’ve heard ...
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