A senior and a Freshman (Part 1) - Sex Stories

A senior and a Freshman (Part 1)

Still tired from the Thanksgiving weekend and returning to school for her final year in college that Sunday; Khatereh, a twenty-two year old beautiful Iraqi Goddess woke at seven in the morning on a dreary Monday morning. Her roommate, still asleep, Khatereh makes her way too the bathroom to change and get ready for another day of classes. Stepping out of her sweat pants and light blue boy shorts, her five foot six toned body, complete with 34 B cup breasts, closely shaved pussy and long silky flowing black hair, she gets in the shower, letting the hot water flow over her flawless body. Meanwhile, across campus Jake, a eighteen year old freshman at college woke to see that again, his roommate was still out, he changes from his sleeping boxers, letting his six-inch thick cock flop out. After five months, he still did not have a girlfriend. He changes into a pair of jeans and a hoodie, representing his school. He has been in a foul mood for the past couple of days. He has not had sex since his senior prom, and his only time months ago. Due to this, he has tons of sexual energy pent up. After drying off her sexy body, Khatereh decides to dress in tight blue jeans, with pink boy shorts that she bought a few days before. Along with knee high brown leather boots, matching pink bra, a white tee shirt and an Old Navy hoodie. She heads off to her math class at nine in the morning. Though the professor never assigned the class seats, each person has their own. Jake has always had a ...

... thing for the Iraqi Goddess that sits next to him. They would make small talk, but he thought, “She’s a beautiful senior, she would never have anything to do with me.” They were both on the opposite ends on the grading chart; Khatereh had an average of a ninety percent, whereas Jake was failing the course. Jake got in after Khatereh did as usual they exchanged pleasantries. They got back their final grades form weeks before. Jake saw that he failed the test, Khatereh managed to get a B on it. At the end of the class, while getting up from his seat and walking out of the classroom to what was the worst start to a Monday he could think of, Khatereh grabbed his arm, waiting for him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Sensing that he failed the exam and most likely the class. Surprised she actually spoke to him outside of the classroom, he agrees, “I-I guess so.” Walking next to her while they head over to the campus coffee shop in the library, “I'm failing the class and have to take it again next semester.” He blurts out randomly as he brings the drinks to the table that she is already seated at. Feeling legit sympathy for him, she places her soft hand on his. (Though usually she hangs out with the athletes and jocks, she is a caring woman, in school to be a teacher) Sipping on her coffee, “I know it may be too late for this semester, but maybe I can help you out. I mean it may be easier to work with a classmate.” He ponders the offer, knowing that he would be distracted by her beauty, ...