College Blues: Cheating on My Boyfriend...
Ive always been a very good girl. My boyfriend and I have
been together for a couple of years and we always knew that
we would get married. And I still want to marry him. But now
hes away at schoolfar awayand Im left behind. I think
its really the boredom of not having a constant companion.
Not only is it difficult to be away from someone you love,
but its also the sex. I miss the sex so much that I need to
masturbate every single day just to avoid getting that
horrible wound up feeling inside from pure horny anxiety.
Then one day, as I was sitting in yet another boring university
lecture, a man catches my eye. Hes not the most handsome
man Ive ever seen. My boyfriend is much more handsome than
he is actually. But there was just something about him.
Hes short, maybe only 58, with short dark curly hair,
big light brown eyes. Hes got a nice body, not too thin,
not too big. Maybe it was the way he dressed, casual, but
very clean-cut. Or maybe it was his intelligence that made
me turn my head and notice him. An intelligent man can always
turn me on.
I found myself thinking about this new man at nights as I
lay in bed, touching myself, dreaming of him and me and another
woman in threesome ecstasy, something my boyfriend would
never let me do, but Ive always wanted to try.
After a month of fantasising about him as I read my textbooks,
soaking my panties through as I dreamed about him, I knew
I just had to meet him. But I had no idea how
I guess I was lucky. It turns out, he had noticed me staring
at him every day in class. And I guess he liked what he saw.
One day out of the blue, I just happened to get to class about
an hour early, just to get some readings done and catch up.
I walk in and he was there, alone. No one else was in the classroom.
I pause, nervous, but I manage a wry smile. I turn away though,
to sit in my usual seat, when he suddenly yells out across
the room Hey Wait! Youre in my biology tutorial, right?
I stop and turn, shocked that he knew who I was and had noticed
me at all. Yeah I manage to stammer out.
Have you got the notes from last class? I missed them
he says to me.
And so, I walk over, still unsure, but hey, he needs my notes,
and how can I refuse such a cutie?
Yes, Ive got them, I say as I take my notebook out of my
bag. I stood across from him, in the aisle, his desk in between
us. I leaned over to him and handed him my notes. He flashes
a grin at me and started asking me about class, school, dating
and friends. We actually ended up talking for the entire
hour, entirely oblivious to the other students as they
trickled into the classroom. It was torture to leave him
to take my seat. After class, I was surrounded by friends,
as was he, and we went our separate ways.
The next morning, I took extra care in making myself look
good. I had been wearing a turtleneck the day before, so
I decided to show some skin today. I wore a very low cut top
and my hair was a cascade of super sexy waves. He sits behind
me in this other class we had together, so I knew what I had
to do.
I walked in and said a casual hello to him, all the while getting
so wet just dreaming of all the nasty things I want to do with
him. He smiles, and we chatted just a bit before class starts.
I take my seat and then, I pretend that I forgot something
out of my bookbag. I turn around my seat, and I lean far over,
so that my shirt falls forward. I see his eyes widen as he
realises hes looking straight down my shirt, at my very
beautiful, fully formed 34C tits. From the look on his face,
he liked what he saw.
It wasnt until a full week later that I saw him again, alone.
It was the same classroom, and I made a point of arriving
early. Sure enough, he was there, looking incredibly sexy
in a blue dress shirt, tie and slacks. Turns out he was just
at a job interview. I slowly walk over to my chair, aware
of the fact that his eyes are on me. This time I wore a jean
skirt, just to my knees, and a pretty lacy shirt that showed
off my breasts quite nicely. I put down my book bag and coat,
slowly so that he can check out my nice curvy ass. Then I turn
around and flash him a smile. He smiles back and so I walk
over. My heart is pounding in my chest and my pussy gets so
wet for him. I ask him how he is, and then I sit down in the chair
next to him, crossing my legs, sitting all pretty, just
for him. We talk, we laugh. And then he shows me something
on his laptop. I lean over to check it out, moving my chair
closer to him, moving our bodies closer together. Our legs
touch and my clit starts to tingle and throb with excitement.
I flip my hair to one side, so that he can see the line of my
neck, the curve of my shoulder, the hint of the tops of my
breasts. I casually place my hand on the back of his chair,
as if to stabilise myself, but really because my hands are
aching to grab his head and kiss his sweet lips and drive
my tongue into his mouth. I want him so badly, my mouth is
watering, but I cant let him see that. I have to make sure
that he wants me first.
And so, here I am, leaning over his lap really to look at the
laptop screen, my chest lightly touching his body, our
legs touching, and my hand nearly on his shoulder. I can
barely speak Im so excited. I turn around then from the
screen and look up at his face. He is staring at me so intensely,
as if hes not sure what to do next. I sit back up, but somehow
manage to snuggle closer into him, so that our whole bodies
are touching on the side. Our faces are closer now, and I
breathily thank him. I push out my breasts forward, and
I lean closer to him, desperate for a glance, a touch, a kiss.
I can see his chest moving up and down, that hes breathing
so hard and he wants me so badly too.
Suddenly another student walks in, and we quickly jump
away from each other. I awkwardly get up, stammer a goodbye
and head back to my seat.
I could not face my fantasy man again for another week. I
would see him in class, in the hallways, and I just ignored
him. I was so embarrassed and I felt badly for nearly cheating
on my boyfriend, that I decided to just stop thinking about
this new man and focus on other things.
One night, a few weeks after our first encounter, I was studying
late in the library, very late. The library was nearly empty
when I finally left. I decide to head up one of the side stairs
to get out of the building. Its a very dark stairwell, with
brick walls, brown tiles and very poor lighting, but it
was the quickest route.
As Im dashing up the first set of stairs, I turn the corner
and nearly bump into a man coming down the stairs. Its him!
I was shocked, and so was he. We both pause, and I quickly
say hi, and we both start smiling. We talk about how creepy
it was being at the school so late, how are classes are going.
But were talking in hushed whispers, standing on this
dark landing, with not a soul around. I decide now is the
time to take a chance.
I put my bookbag down on the ground and I unbutton my coat,
revealing a tight white tank top and tight ass-hugging
blue jeans. He looks at me, stares at me, almost frozen.
I move towards him then, and he doesnt move back. I put a
hand on his chest, and start tracing lines on his chest.
We are both breathing so hard now. He takes his hands and
then puts them around my waist. Tentatively. Then I throw
my arms around his neck and pull him into him. His arms immediately
tightened around my body. I can feel his hardness against
my mound, and finally he pulls my face up and kisses my lips.
Softly at first, and then a second later, our arms are rubbing
all over each others bodies, our tongues deeply probing
each others mouth. I start humping his hard dick. I want
him to know what I want from him.
The kisses get wetter, stickier, slobbering all over each
other. This is weeks of pent up attraction coming out in
one blow. My hands are under his shirt now, grabbing at his
muscles, grabbing his ass, rubbing his dick, as he kisses
down my neck, licking, rubbing, sucking. I push him away
and up against a wall, my hands on his jeans, unbuttoning
them. He is shocked at how badly I want him, how badly I want
sex. He quickly dropped his jeans and I immediately grabbed
his rock hard dick and started rubbing it. I get down on my
knees, shrug off my jacket and peel off my T-shirt and bra,
to reveal my breasts to him. And then I give him the cock sucking
of his life. I sucked and sucked and sucked, rubbing my face
and my breasts all over his thick and juicy cock. When I knew
he was ready, I stood up and kissed him. I then peeled off
my jeans and panties as he pulled and pinched my nipples.
I then leaned over in the stair well and he proceeded to fuck
me doggy style. He stuck his cock in me and pounded me for
nearly thirty minutes, slapping my ass, leaning down and
grabbing my tits. It was the hardest, most exciting sex
I had ever had in my life. He rammed me like I had never been
rammed before. And my pussy just poured out juices as I kept
cumming and cumming.
Ever since then, weve made a point of getting together
at least twice a week to satisfy each others needs. Its
worked out great. My boyfriend has no idea and Im getting
the sex and excitement that I need and want. And my new guy
likes to experiment, so Im expecting to have all sorts
of fun adventures with him!
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