Just one more night,” she begged him. He stood in the doorway, looked at her tear-streaked face with a certain amount of disdain. He knew he was about finished with her. She didn’t know that yet, evidently. Too bad. “Come on, Brad. I can’t… I can’t believe that you don’t want to see me anymore. I know I can change your mind.” She smiled, even through her tears. “You still want me, don’t you?” He eyed her body critically beneath the tight-fitting sweatclothes. As far as bodies went, it was a good one. When he had first seen her tight, firm flesh clearly revealed by a set of running tights, he’d known that he would get in, somehow.
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It hadn’t been hard. It was a DKE party. She’d been at the keg. He spilled beer on her accidentally on purpose. She hardly noticed, until he pointed it out to her. She was grateful for the information. She turned out to be grateful enough to share his sleeping quarters that evening. It had been a very fulfilling evening. Well, fulfilling for her. Draining for him. Afterwards, he found out that her name was Linda. But that was a month ago, and now he was ready to move on to other conquests, was more than ready, in fact. He’d had several rather acrobatic experiences with one of her more distant acquaintances. Linda had noticed the way he had looked at the flesh beneath her very loose with no bra halter top. She evidently had thought it was nothing but a passing fancy. In fact, that very night he had been extremely helpful in removing the girl’s halter top. Among other things. Read more
I am a junior at a large college in Hawaii. The semester ended about two weeks ago, and as with every year, on the last day of finals there is the annual student-association dinner-and-dance night, held at one of the best hotels in the area. That was when I met Linda. She was 18 years old, a freshman at a private college on the island. She’d just arrived three weeks before. As a courtesy, I offered to take her around and lend her any needed assistance. Last Friday night, she called me with the excuse that she couldn’t make it back to the dorm because it was too far away (a good 45 minutes’ drive over narrow, winding, mountainous roads), and asked if she could stay with me over at my place. I readily agreed, and about ten minutes later she arrived. She said she was hungry, so we drove out to a nearby take-out place and grabbed a couple of burgers. We got back to my apartment and ate while watching the telly, but since there was nothing interesting on, we switched it off and talked about her stay on the island so far, making some tentative plans to visit some of the attractions.
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At about ten, Linda said that she needed to change and I decided to bust out some cognac. When she came back into the room, all she was wearing was an oversized polo shirt with the top three buttons undone and the bottom of the shirt hanging just two inches below her crotch. My cock instantly came to life as she shut the door behind her, and I thought it would rip right through my shorts as she bent over to put her clothes away, giving me a fantastic view of her small, firm ass. Linda climbed onto the bed with me. I handed her a glass of cognac, and we both made a toast to the coming summer and the fantastic time we would be having. I looked into her eyes and sensing that she wouldn’t object, kissed her lips. Our tongues met, and in less than 30 seconds, we were both panting heavily. My right hand reached down to caress her ass, then slowly moved up to unbutton the rest of her shirt and pull it off her shoulders. I immediately attacked her left tit with my mouth while my hand went to work on the right one. Her nipples, which were as big as half-dollars, now stood hard and erect. I started stroking her thighs and stomach, and when I inserted my fingers into her panties and began to finger her curly mound, her whole body froze. She clasped her long, thin thighs together, and her last moan stuck in her throat. It took me quite a while before I realized what was happening. Read more
John was in Hawaii and he was bored. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place but his parents insisted on a family trip. The real reason they’d dragged him along, he suspected, was a fear that he’d have a few parties at the house while they were gone and his college buddies would bust the place up. OK, maybe they were right about his party plans, John thought, but he probably could have kept things under control, maybe.
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Instead of rocking out with some fine wine, weed and women he was stuck here in freaking hula world having to go on stupid tours, all day every day. Their tour guide, Lani, was a cute little piece, to be sure. She had a pretty brown face with kind of slanted brown eyes, long straight black hair and a nice set of tits on her rounded body. She was probably only two or three years older than he was. He loved the way her cute butt seemed to wink at him as she walked. Oh yeah, she was fine to look at, but boring as hell to listen to and she explained how the islands were built from volcanoes and gave them all this crap about gods and goddesses, blah, blah, blah. Who really gave a shit about all this stuff, really? He needed some of those babes he saw on the beach but he was stuck with a collection of blue haired old ladies. Not fair, man, not fair at all! Read more
Newcastle University was great, away from home, meeting new people and being able to do what I wanted without having to justify everything in front of my parents. I enrolled in Business Management and enjoyed both my fellow students and the course. Apart from studying hard, I spend most of the time hanging around with my friends at the student union or in one of the many bars in Town. Each Friday night most of the students went to the student union. It was always a huge party with the large dance floor in the basement, the two bars on the ground floor and another dance floor on the top floor. Where as the basement was know for pop and house, the top floor offered a much more relaxing but also more exciting. The music was better, a much more interesting mix of various styles like industrial, dance and independent. I am not to much into music but I enjoyed it more upstairs, where the lightning wasn’t so flashy and the girls more grown-up.
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That particular Friday Dan, Mike and I walked first to the sports bar on the ground floor. After a couple of pints in town we got another round of lager before we decided to check the union out. As usual most students got completely drunk in the basement and we walked upstairs. At 11:30 it was still quiet and we found a table to sit down, listening to the music, talking and checking out the girls arriving. Most of them looked average even though, most of them had a nice body and dressed sexy, either in tops and tight jeans or short skirts. Some of them even turned up in nearly see through tops. As every Friday it was a good show and by 12 the place was crowed. Most of the girls danced in small groups, surrounded by fellow students watching them. I got up and walked to the bar, getting another round of lager when I saw Clair. Clair is a cute girl from our course, a bit smaller than I, about 5’5. Her body seemed to be perfect and her tight top covered some nicely shaped breasts. She smiled at me when she saw me and I made my way through the crowed to meet her. Read more
I was a member of our college’s football cheerleading squad and proudly ware the short, pleated purple and gold shirt and was lucky, because at the age of 18, I well-advanced beyond my fellow female classmates and had full, firm breast to fill the sweaters we were given to wear on the Friday’s preceding a football game. I had little sexual experience but once-in-a-while when my hormones were raging, I would go to the girl’s restrooms on these Friday mornings to slip out of my bra so that my long, hard nipples would create a tantalizing sillouete underneath my well-tailored sweater. Once in a while I would even remove my panties so that I could discretely reach up under my shirt when sitting at my desk and play with my most, supple pink lips and bring myself to a secret hot orgasm. Another favorite pastime was to remove my panties so that when I would lean over to take a sip form the water fountain I could excite myself with the though that one of the boys that I wanted to impress would get an eyeful.
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One week prior to the big game against our long-standing rival school, I had been chosen my a lottery and entered into a pact of secrecy with my fellow cheerleaders to paint our school’s mascot symbol on our rival’s schools bus. It had been an annual event which was “destined” to become an annual tradition. Unfortunately, however, unbeknownst to me I was caught in the act. Friday, the next morning, I rushed to the restroom to stuff my bra into my purse and was now proudly outfitted in my pleated short skirt and tightly fitting sweater. Upon emerging for the restroom, I ran into our assistant vice-principal, Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Humphrey was a 6′ tall handsome specimen of a full grown man. All of the girls in the school held a secret crush on him and I was no exception. Mr. Humphrey asked me where I was the night before and I was speechless. He then told me to report to his office immediately. When I entered his office, he rose form his desk and come around to close the door and told me to sit down. He proceeded to pace and told me that he had anticipated this annual act of vandalism and staked out the area where our rival’s school bus was parked —— I was caught in the act. He told me that he had little choice but to relinquish my position on the cheerleading squad. The thought of being thrown off the squad let alone having my parents find out and giving up my uniform was more than I could bear. Read more
“I’m never going to understand this stuff!” Marty grumbled, “You’re just wasting your time.” Marty knew he really needed to pass this course to stay on the team but he just couldn’t make sense of any of these algebraic equations. Maybe things would have been a little less tense if they hadn’t assigned him such a gorgeous tutor. Mingmei’s soft round body qualified as a major distraction. The way her perky tits pressed against the fabric of her tee shirt, the way she brushed her long black hair away from her pretty face, the way her cute round butt wiggled in her jeans, were all far more interesting than trying to determine the value of x or y. To Marty’s surprise, she crossed her slanted eyes and stuck out her tongue. “You want to someday start and run the most complex offense in the conference,” she laughed, “but cannot take the time to learn simple stuff. I think you are a big fuck off.” “Oh, c’mon Mingmei,” he protested, “this is hard stuff!”
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She scribbled a complex equation on the paper in front of her. “No,” she said, “this is hard stuff.” She then scribbled another long, equation filled with symbols he’d never even seen before. “And this is really hard stuff.” Marty looked down at the paper, not able to make a bit of sense out of the strange characters. “What the heck is that?” he asked. She giggled and stuck out her tongue again. The way her cute nose wrinkled up when she did that was somehow turning him on. “Oh, the second one is same as the first,” she explained still giggling, “except it is in Chinese.” She got up from her chair, stood behind him and began rubbing his shoulders. Her long, smooth fingers were amazingly strong. Marty felt his body relax under her powerful kneading touch, she seemed to be pulling the bad stress out his body. Her fragrant herbal smell and body warmth, however, was sending sexual messages to his brain. While his body relaxed his cock began to stiffen. Her strong brown hands moved off his shoulders and slid into his open shirt. As she leaned forward, Marty felt her breasts press against his upper back. Mingmei’s long fingers rubbed his muscular chest, causing his nipples to rise in response to her firm rubbing. His erection began to strain against his shorts. Read more
