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College Dream Girl

... blink of an eye, my clothes were removed. I tossed my pants on a random desk and grinned at her. I wiped my grin off as I noticed the cool expression on her face. She crossed her arms and said, “Now, pick up all of our clothes, fold them, and put them on the desk.” I hesitated until she picked up one slender arm and pointed with her manicured nails at her jeans. I picked them up and folded them like they were royal garments. They smelled faintly of flowers and her jeans were still warm from her body heat. I had watched her walk down the hall in tight jeans so many times that it gave me a thrill to touch something that had been right next to her perfect body. I looked to her, wondering what would be next. She smiled and advanced on me, pulling her bra straps down off her shoulders. “Do you want to see these?” I nodded, vehemently. “What do you think you should have to do before you can see them?” I was at a loss as to how to respond so I stood silently while she tapped her finger on her cheek. “I know! Remove everything from the top of the professor’s desk and set it perfectly in the same order on the floor right here.” While I meticulously moved everything off the desk, she stood and stroked her finger over the top of her chest. Her nail moved back and forth over the smooth skin at the top of one breast, then the other. At one point she said, “Move faster, these are waiting.” I wanted to feel them so bad. I had imagined them so many times but nothing would be better than ...

... seeing them in real life. She looked over the items from the desk with her arms crossed. I perused the serious expression of her face while taking in her delicate features. I was completely under her beautiful spell and I wondered how someone so delicate in appearance could be as sexually overpowering as she was. She turned to me and softly smiled while her eyes traveled down my body. She glanced up and met my gaze with a naughty tilt to her eyebrows as if her expression was an invitation. Taking slow steps in my direction, her hips swayed with each footfall and the movement mesmerized me. She stopped in front of me, her chest almost touching mine. Dragging her nails up my naked arm, she paused with her hand resting against my cheek as she asked, “How far will you go with me?” Her eyes watched my lips but I barely hesitated in my response, “All the way, as far as you’ll let me.” She nodded her agreement and tilted her mouth up to mine. In a moment of pure bliss, her lips skimmed over mine. They were soft and the minuscule brush of her lips sent sparks of arousal around my body. Her hair smelled faintly of the same flower scent as her clothes and the longer she stood by me, the more my body responded to the warmth and soft femininity radiating from her. Next, she brought my hand up and pressed my palm against one perfect breast. I tested the weight in my hand and rubbed my thumb over her nipple until it was hard. The pressure of my growing dick against my boxers was restrictive ...