A Night of Studying

I was in my third year of university when I met James. He was about 6’5” and very lean. He was an English major like myself, so I shared a lot of my classes with him. I liked to imagine that under his vintage t-shirts and jeans he had a cut body and a beautiful cock. I often daydreamed about the day we would finally fuck while pretending to pay attention in my English lectures. Somehow Hemingway just wasn’t as interesting as picturing James undressing me slowly and then eating my pussy. My profs often noticed that I left classes somewhat flushed; I guess they thought I got a rush from studying Dickens, when in reality it was James’ dick I really wanted to study.

I have a decent body myself, though I’m not exactly the promiscuous type. I’m 5’6” and 36C, and keep myself fairly fit, though it’s usually hidden under sweatshirts, since I’m always too busy running between classes to worry about what I’m wearing. I spent most of my time reading and studying, not drinking and clubbing like most other girls my age. But my thoughts of James had been keeping me distracted from my books for some time now.

One night, it was amid these distracting thoughts that I decided to get out of my room and head to the library where I could really try and concentrate on my work. I threw on a tank top and shorts and headed out of my building and into the cool night air. The library was quiet at this time of night, so I figured I could get quite a bit of quality studying done.

I went and sat down at one of the study carrels and opened my books. But my thoughts wandered once again to James. I pictured him kissing me and rubbing my breasts and I could feel myself starting to get wet. Damn, I thought to myself. I really needed to get to work. I vowed to banish all thoughts of him until I had at least made a dent in Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar.

An hour later I still hadn’t thought of him and had read a significant amount, when I felt a tap on my shoulder and sensed someone leaning over me.

“Excuse me,” a voice said, and I spun around in my seat to see James standing over me with a copy of the same book in his hand. “I was just wondering if you’d gotten to the part at the hospital yet, because I wanted to ask you some questions…” he trailed off, noticing the surprised expression on my face. 

“Actually, I haven’t read that far yet,” I managed to get out. “I’ve sort of fallen behind on my reading.” I could feel myself blushing. I was shocked that he even remembered me from class, since I was usually sitting quietly near the back.

“Well maybe I can help you out? I can tell you what happens so you can catch up to me,” he offered. I nodded and he brought over a chair so that we were sitting quite close to each other at the single desk. I cursed myself silently for not bothering to put on some makeup or even some nicer clothes, but was too happy to be so close to James that any negative thoughts soon left me.

We chatted about the book for about half an hour when all of a sudden he stopped speaking and just looked at me. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. “It’s just that I think you’re beautiful and I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. And if you want me to leave now, that’s okay with me.” I didn’t say anything back, I just leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. All my previous thoughts of him escaped me and I could think of nothing now except feeling his lips on mine. He kissed me back and I could feel his tongue slowly entering my mouth and playing with mine. We stayed like that for several minutes until I broke apart and stood up to make sure no one else was around. But it was 1 in the morning and the library was nearly empty except for a couple of students asleep in chairs on the other side of the large room.

“In fact, I’ve liked you for a long time too,” I admitted. “I used to dream about this whenever I saw you in class.” We made out some more and I could feel his hands start to explore my body. They lingered over my large breasts and my nipples hardened against the soft fabric of my bra. I lifted my tank top over my head and whispered, “don’t worry, there’s no one nearby.”

He responded by taking off his own shirt, revealing his finely cut chest and abs underneath. He then unhooked my bra and took one of my nipples into his mouth, softly teasing the bud with his tongue. I sighed and ran my hands over his back, feeling his strong muscles and wanting to see the rest of him so badly. I started to unbutton his jeans, but he stopped me and pulled off my own shorts instead. I thanked myself for having the forethought to shave my pussy beforehand and I could see the pleasure in his eyes when he tugged off my lacy panties, exposing my hairless mound.

He ran his fingers over my pussy lips and felt the wetness that was emanating from between my legs. He was on his knees at this point and he leaned over and slowly kissed his way down my stomach until he reached the space at the top of my thighs. He spread my labia with his fingers and slowly licked circles around my cunt. God, his tongue felt so good! He continued to lick and suck my pussy while he fingered my clit with one hand. I was squirming with pleasure in my seat. I could feel myself about to come. I loved the feel of his hot breath, combined with the wetness of his mouth, against my cunt. It was heaven. He stuck two fingers inside me as he licked my clit and I could feel my first orgasm mounting. “Oh God!” I moaned softly, so that no one else would be able to hear. “James, I’m going to come! Oh God!” A torrent of pleasure washed over me as I came, shuddering from the ecstasy of his tongue and his fingers.

He stood up and kissed me deeply. I could taste my own juices on his lips and I knew I would have to taste his cock soon or I would burst. I hastily undid his jeans and pulled down his pants. I had envisioned a large dick in my many daydreams, but the reality was even better. It stood erect through his boxers and I could tell it was at least 8 inches and really thick. I wasn’t sure I could take it all in my mouth, but I was going to give it one hell of a try. I freed his cock from his boxers and went to work on it straight away. I hungrily took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip. I haven’t dated many guys, but I knew how to give good blow jobs. I ran my tongue down the shaft and over his balls. I wanted to taste every inch of him – and there were many inches! As my hand slowly worked his stiff rod, I played with his balls, taking them one at a time in my mouth. I then put my full attention back on his huge cock as I prepared to take it all into my mouth. I bobbed slowly down its length, only managing to go halfway at first. Then I took a deep breath and managed to take it all in my throat. He pushed my head into his pelvis as he moaned from pleasure. “You’re amazing,” he choked out. “Shit, you’re good at this.” I hummed softly, letting him feel the vibrations of my throat against the soft tissue of his rock-hard penis. I could feel him about to come and I pulled back a little. I wanted to taste his juices. He came hard in my mouth and I drank up his sweet tasting come as it poured forth. A little bit ran down my chin. I caught it with my finger and drank it up. He was delicious.

I licked his cock clean as he stood shaking, recovering from his orgasm. “That was incredible,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re so beautiful. I want to fuck you so bad.”

Despite having just talked to him for the first time that night, I couldn’t help but give in. I wanted him just as badly. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time and I wanted to feel his huge rod inside me. He picked me up off the chair and laid me down on the carpet behind the desk. We kissed, the taste of our juices mixing in our mouths as we swirled our tongues together. He cupped my breasts in his hands and moved them in slow circles, his fingertips playing with my hardened nipples. A few minutes later, I felt his meaty cock stiffening against my thighs and I shivered with anticipation. I ached to have him inside me and my cunt was already dripping with its juices.

“Please,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me, now.” He ran his hand over my pussy, spreading my lips for his incredible thickness. He pushed the head inside and an audible moan escaped my mouth. He worked his way in, slowly pushing his cock into my tight opening.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.” But it didn’t hurt; it felt unbelievable. By then he was entirely inside me and I could feel his balls pressed up against my ass. He began to work his cock in and out, and the sensations he created in me were beyond anything I could have imagined.

“I love the feel of your cock inside me. Oh James! fuck me harder!” I could feel the pleasure building inside me as I was coming close to my second orgasm of the night. He was thrusting hard, his body pressing against my clit with every forward motion. I had my legs wrapped around him and ran my fingernails down the length of his back. I suppressed a scream as my orgasm ripped through me, gasping for air as he continued to pound his giant dick into my tight hole. He pulled out for a second letting my come drip from his cock onto my stomach. He then leaned down to lick it up and motioned for me to move over to the chair again. I positioned myself on my knees over the seat of the chair, gripping the back for support. Next he entered me again from behind and I gasped as the sensation of his massive cock inside me washed over me once again. The feeling of the cold plastic chair pressed against my tits only increased the pleasure as he hammered himself into my cunt, grunting with his own bliss. I reached between my legs and played with my clit as he continued to drive his pole into my tunnel.
“Wait,” I gasped. As he pulled out again, I stood up and made him sit in the chair. I quickly straddled him and as I looked into his eyes, I impaled myself on his waiting penis. He ran his tongue over my firm tits as I worked myself up and down over his throbbing shaft. I knew we were both about to come again and I grinded my body against his, feeling the full thickness of his dick inside me. He came again, panting heavily as he shot his load of sticky come into me. The sensation drove me to my own peak, and I thrust myself hard onto his large cock, shuddering as the full feelings took hold.

We sat there, sweating and breathing heavily. He kissed me again deeply. “That was more wonderful than I ever could have dreamed,” he whispered, and I smiled as I realized that I had been thinking the exact same thing.

We dressed quickly and gathered up our books, leaving the library before anyone could discover our sordid deeds. As he dropped me off at my dorm, we made plans for the following weekend. I had a feeling there would be more nights like this one in our future…