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Unexpected Happenings
by Whoever I Really Am (whoeverireallyam@yahoo.com)

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A well-written (*I* think) description of what happened 
between me and a girl at school. Includes build-up, 
seduction, and realistic sexual situations. Very hot. 
(MF, rom, exh, mast)

***

Hello readers, today I have for you a pretty exciting, 
and fairly recent, account of an unexpected happening I 
recently had at school.

My name is Charlie, and I am sure you couldn't care 
less about what I look like. (Unless you are a female 
reader, if you are e-mail me and I'll let you know). I 
attend a University on the east coast, for what I will 
just call studio production. 

Our class is small, with maybe 10 kids. The field I am 
going into is known to attract few females, and my 
classes reflect that. In two semesters of classes full-
time, we have only had two or three girls, all of whom 
were rather unattractive.

This semester however, that changed. 

I had arrived to a studio editing class five minutes 
early on the first day, and already knew most of the 
people in the class, since we tend to share the same 
curriculum. Four or five of us guys were talking when I 
noticed someone walk in the door. I looked up to see, 
to my surprise, a fairly attractive girl standing in 
the door. She was perhaps 5'3 or 5'4, fairly thin, with 
a cute face, pale skin, and straight, full, black hair 
to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were strikingly blue. 
I wanted to say she looked Germanic but couldn't quite 
be sure because her hair, although very straight, was 
black, not blonde. 

I realized I had been staring for a good five seconds, 
and went back to talking to the fellas. Out of the 
corner of my eye I saw her figure move from the spot at 
the door where she had stood. Before I knew it, she was 
sitting right next to me on my other side. 

I'm no lady-killer, but I had usually had enough girls 
to keep me satisfied. But thanks to my curriculum, and 
the lack of girls in it, it had been months since I had 
gotten off from anything besides my own hand. This 
being the case, I took the next break in the 
conversation to turn around and talk to my pretty new 
neighbor. 

I can't recall the exact dialogue, seeing as this was 
about a month ago. However there was nothing 
spectacular. She introduced herself as Sophie. I talked 
to her and threw in little charming things when I knew 
I could. 

After less than a minute I already had started to lose 
interest. She was annoying. I could tell she was one of 
those socially inept girls with esteem issues, the type 
that tries to overcompensate for it, and makes herself 
look stupid. 

My friendliness quickly faded. I gave nonchalant, 
unexpressive answers, hoping she would get the message. 
She didn't. While she kept bothering me, I found myself 
glancing at her more. Her face really was cute, and I 
can't say I had seen many girls with blue eyes and 
black hair before. Occasionally, I took a peek at the 
rest of her body. She was wearing a shapely cloth 
jacket/hoodie that hid her midriff and chest. She wore 
tight jeans and sneakers that matched her hoodie. 

I realized I shouldn't be looking though, I didn't want 
to start getting boners for this girl I couldn't stand 
talking to. She probably saw me however, which 
undoubtedly made her push to get to know me. Class 
continued for two hours, and I was free to go back to 
my dorm. I packed my shit and got out of there before 
she could say anything.

Things continued like this for awhile. For two weeks I 
remained steadfast in not getting involved with this 
cute/dumb girl. One particular day she came to class 
wearing short shorts and a halter top. Her sizable 
breasts jutted out from the thin top and showed 
cleavage. She asked me to lunch. 

I hid my crotch, bit my tongue, and said no. Later that 
class she was talking to a bunch of us and said, "Why 
do we have to do all this technical stuff? I just want 
to get good with working on the board." In this field, 
the board is easy. Its learning to be a good producer 
that counts, and all the little technical things are 
important to that. I told her this, and she just stayed 
fixated on wanting to learn the board, nothing else. It 
made me glad I had resisted her.

During the third week, on our Tuesday class, she came 
in wearing a dress. The dress was a red summer dress. 
It seemed airy and thin, but it hugged her figure, and 
for the first time I really stared at her. Red straps 
came down across her shoulders and clavicle. Her 
cleavage was sufficiently covered (just the tiniest bit 
showing), but her breasts still protruded nicely. 

Her stomach was nice and just barely rounded, almost 
unnoticeably through the dress. The dress fell lightly 
just above her knees, on shapely legs that went down to 
her feet, which sported polished red toenails and a 
pair of flip-flops. She was a true knockout that day. 
"Shit," I thought to myself, "Be strong man be strong." 

She sat down next to me as usual. I pretended to not 
have even noticed her entrance. She gave out the same 
small talk she usually did, and asked the usual 
questions, and like usual I gave out half ass answers. 
Except this time I had trouble not looking at her. I 
couldn't help but feel that tingle in my loins every 
time I stole a glance at the little bit of cleavage 
that showed right above her dress, or at her smooth 
legs and perfectly manicured feet.

After an hour or so of class our teacher gave us a 10 
minute break. I shot out of the room before she could 
say anything to me. Covering my hard-on was my 
backpack, which I awkwardly held halfway between my 
side and front. I headed for the patio, which served 
more as an outdoor smoking lounge. 

On my arrival I took a seat for some relaxation. I was 
relieved to feel my hard-on relax a bit too. Some guys 
from class came out and we talked as they smoked. From 
the previous weeks they knew my predicament, but didn't 
mention much about it. Just when I had begun to get 
back to normal size, a glance through the window gave 
away her impending arrival. 

"Ha ha fuck. Toss me one, maybe she hates smokers," I 
said.

Jeremy quickly responded and tossed me a cigarette, 
which I had up to my lips and lit by the time she got 
outside. If she cared at all about smoke she didn't 
show it, and walked right through mine to sit down next 
to me. She started some talk with everyone I don't even 
remember. I just remember failing to resist temptation 
and ogling her. Her face was bright and cute. 

She had put on lipstick, and her red lips tantalized me 
as she talked. I had a brief image of her red lips 
giving me what I wanted, and those big eyes looking up. 
I forced the thoughts out of my head, despite the 
movement in my pants. As we got up to go back to class, 
maybe five minutes later, I had to readjust so it was 
at least going down my leg as opposed to sticking up 
above my panty line. Thankfully, my movements were deft 
(from years of practice), and she did not notice.

She moved ahead of me to go towards the door, and it 
soon became apparent why. In very pronounced movements, 
she swung her hips back and forth as she walked into 
the building. She knew I was behind her, she knew I was 
watching, and she knew I loved it. 

I couldn't help but stare as she showed off her ass. I 
walked in behind her, feeling my dick throbbing inside 
my pants, trapped between the rough fabric of my jeans 
and my leg. I began to lose it as I followed her down 
the hall. My poor throbbing member was pulsing upward 
against my jeans and sending hard-to-ignore feelings to 
my brain. I could feel my body's electricity zooming 
back and forth between my head and loins. 

My eyes stayed fixated on her hips. She still swayed 
them back and forth, obviously for my viewing pleasure. 
My brain was fighting a losing battle. It was half-
angry that she would try to pull something like this on 
me, continuously, down the hall. Then I couldn't take 
it anymore. I couldn't resist this beautiful creature 
showing herself off to me. 

Then I finally snapped, and as she opened the door to 
the bathroom, halfway to class, I glanced behind my 
shoulder to make sure nobody was coming, grabbed her at 
the sides and pushed us both into the bathroom.

She let out a big gasp as my hands grabbed the sides of 
her stomach. I pushed myself into her backside, 
propelling us toward the wall of the tiny one person 
room. She threw up her hands to absorb the shock of 
hitting the wall, and with a grunt from each of us we 
landed with her ass pressed into my midsection, and my 
hands gripping her wrists and holding her against the 
wall. She knew it was me, and it was evident by the 
fact she was not struggling. She stayed facing the 
wall, hands against it, as I immediately released my 
grip on her wrists and ran my hands down her arms, onto 
her hips. 

My hard-on, contained between my jeans and leg, pressed 
into her soft ass, which was covered by the thin cloth 
skirt of her dress. She shifted her weight a little bit 
and began to lightly grind herself into me as my right 
hand felt the bones and curves of her hip, and moved up 
onto her soft stomach, which I squeezed gently. I 
slowly moved my hand up and felt my cock jump again at 
the sound of her girl breath becoming shallower. I 
reached her breast and caressed it softly before 
squeezing it; she exhaled deep. I could feel the nipple 
grow against my hand as I manipulated and rubbed it 
through the thin cloth. 

My dick was now at full-size, and it was painful 
pointing down toward the ground, locked in place by my 
pants. I reached down with my left hand and shifted it 
so it was facing up, and glanced down to see the purple 
head hovering above my panty line, fully engorged. My 
left hand went back on her hips, and my right hand 
continued its groping as she leaned at even more of an 
angle towards the wall. 

Her hands stayed glued against it for support, and her 
ass backed up into me even more. She was grinding hard 
and obviously enjoying it. My dick was vertical now, 
and she was rubbing into it hard; it must have been 
against her rosebud, or vagina, or both. Her head hung 
down and looked towards the ground, lost. She and I 
both looked to our left and were treated with the sight 
of ourselves. 

For the first time since we entered the bathroom I saw 
her pretty face in the mirror, which was all flushed. 
Her red lips hung open as she inhaled and exhaled 
heavily, and her black hair fell straight down and 
framed her face perfectly. I reached around her side 
and placed my left hand on her pelvis, pushing it 
harder into the bulge in my pants. Simultaneously I 
thrust my mid-section, making her shift her posture 
straight up again. 

I once again had her pinned against the wall, and in 
the new close proximity my head was right next to hers. 
I could smell the perfume on her neck. Every time I 
took a breath it blew onto her ear and I think that 
turned her on even more. Her head was reclined loosely 
back onto my shoulder.

We both were breathing even harder as my right hand 
released her breast and moved down her side. My fingers 
slid across the midsection of the dress, where the 
upper part met the skirt. I could feel the hemline of 
her panties through the thin fabric.  My hand moved 
down onto her smooth thigh, rubbing across from the 
front to the inside. 

The anticipation was building as my hand finally 
reached the junction of her legs. I barely touched the 
soft cotton that tightly fitted over her most private 
places. She held her breath as my index finger slowly 
ran along the little sewn design that circled around 
the leg of her panties. Finally I moved my finger to 
the center and ran it along the tiny crease where her 
lovely valley was. 

She exhaled into a small moan, and I felt her shudder 
as my finger moved down the length, gently moving over 
the flesh that protected her clitoris, and then across 
the tiny wet spot just behind it. I cupped it with my 
hand and rubbed back and forth gently. 

My ministrations must have been working, because 
shortly I felt the tiny wet spot grow larger in my 
palm, until finally some of the sticky fluid had soaked 
through. She stayed leaning half against the wall and 
half against me, her head leaning back on my shoulder. 
I felt her increasing breath against my cheek.

I reached down with both hands and lifted the skirt up, 
revealing two well-rounded globes clad in plain grey 
cotton panties. I used both hands and pushed them down 
to right above her knees. She began to inhale as my 
hand went up her leg. The air shot back out in a 
whimper as my finger traced its way across her thin, 
trimmed bush and into the folds of her womanhood. 

My whole hand could feel the heat, and any part of my 
finger that went past the folds came back covered in 
her lubrication. I stroked back and forth gently with 
my index, tapping the clit once in each cycle. She had 
stopped moving her hips by now, too caught up in my 
touching. My dick still throbbed in my pants, although 
facing up it was much more comfortable than before. I 
finally decided to stop teasing her. 

My finger began to rub slowly and deliberately across 
her tiny annex of pleasure. The little nub of flesh 
moved back and forth under the tip of my finger. In the 
mirror I watched her eyes shut tight and her mouth open 
wide. Her body was tensing up from all the attention - 
if I hadn't been behind her to lean on she would have 
collapsed. I rubbed her clit back and forth faster. She 
made no sound except for an occasional stutter of 
breath. 

My finger continued its assault, and her stutters of 
breath turned into small moans. Her body began to 
sweat, the lights reflected off of her gleaming 
shoulders. Her tensed arms were at her side, and her 
fingers then gripped my legs, needing more support. 
With each stroke I gave her clit I felt the honey 
flowing more readily, my fingers and palm were covered 
in it. My poor dick throbbed in my pants still, and 
jumped every time her nails dug into my legs. Each jump 
brought images of my big cock entering her pussy, 
feeling its wet heat.

Those thoughts made me more excited, and my target 
changed. I gave her clit one more quick jolt and then 
moved my index finger down along the length of her 
valley. Her small moans subsided, but her body stayed 
tensed up against me. I ran my finger around the 
entrance of her vagina, teasing her yet again as my 
labored breathing continued in her ear. The aroma of 
her girl cum and our sweat was in the air, and it drove 
me crazy. I had to resist whipping it out and shoving 
it in. My finger continued its circling, driving her 
mad.

"Please, jus-," Her plea was interrupted by my middle 
and ring finger driving into her hard. She gave a 
guttural, animalistic grunt as my fingers went in as 
far as they could before they started pumping slowly in 
and out. Her breaths became ragged again, and in a few 
seconds she was grinding her hips once more, trying to 
make my fingers ignite as many nerves as possible. I 
took the que and started to pump my fingers in and out 
faster. I found a good pace to finger-fuck her without 
tiring my muscles too much, and every repetition 
produced a wet slapping sound that undoubtedly somebody 
could hear if they were right outside the door. 

I kept pumping, and it became evident by the noises she 
was making that her climax was not far off. She 
frantically shifted her position again to get a better 
penetration angle, leaning forward and putting her arms 
on the wall. This pushed her ass right back onto my 
penis as my hand continued fucking her cunt. She let 
out another girly grunt and put her head against her 
arms. 

The combination of the smell, her noises, and her 
evident climax was driving me crazy. I reached back 
with my other hand and quickly managed to undo the 
button on my jeans and shove them and my boxers down 
halfway to my knees. My dick stood out in attention, 
ready to go. But I knew I couldn't fuck her. So my 
finger-fucking continued and I pressed my sky-ward dick 
up against her ass. My hand moved back up and teased 
her erect nipple through the cloth again. 

Whether or not she realized this at first, I don't 
know. But it's unimportant, because she kept grinding 
her smooth, gelatinous ass into me. My dick was 
impressed into her left cheek, and its silky-softness 
felt like heaven to me. Now that I was finally getting 
some feeling I began to lose it, and began thrusting my 
rod up and down. My digital assault of her vagina kept 
on hard and fast. Her body bounced slightly with each 
thrust of my hand. 

To my delight, a quick glance in the mirror revealed 
her face, still with her mouth wide open and eyes shut, 
breathing heavily. Her breasts bounced up and down 
within the red dress, exciting me further. I realized 
that all the movement had landed my dick right in 
between both cheeks. I had some evil ideas, but didn't 
act on them, I was too caught up in the feelings I was 
already getting. I continued my dick-thrusting as I had 
before, except now it was in between both of her 
cheeks, and they rubbed the sides of it, giving me even 
more feeling. 

I was fucking against her ass furiously when I finally 
felt her muscles beginning to clench my fingers. I 
redoubled my handiwork, trying to move my finger 
against her g-spot on each thrust up. I was successful, 
and her whole body locked up as I madly finger-fucked 
against her vaginal muscles, which were going 
completely rigid in the few seconds before her climax. 

My dick still stroked up and down against her rear. I 
should have cum right then from that but the adrenaline 
allowed me to hold it in. I looked into the mirror for 
the last time, and imprinted the image in my brain. 
Her, bent over against the wall, her breasts bouncing 
up and down to my pelvic thrusts in that beautiful red 
dress. The skirt was turned up and lying on the small 
of her back. 

My penis was standing at full against her, and my hand 
was buried in between her legs. Her grey panties were 
stretched out between her knees, which quivered visibly 
in the seconds before her orgasm. If only you could 
have seen it. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten to 
their limit, and closed my eyes just as a muffled yell 
escaped her lips. The yell faltered and broke on and 
off as she orgasmed, her muscles exploding back and 
forth into orgasmic contractions. 

My hand stopped moving in and out, letting her pussy 
savor the mass filling it. Her sphincter was 
contracting wildly, causing incredible sensation on the 
underside of my cock. My hips took control and while 
she was still cumming all over my hand I started 
pumping against her rear valley, feeling the semen 
boiling in my balls. 

I finally let out a moan of my own and came. My seed 
shot out in streams and gobs, landing all up and down 
her soft rear and on the skirt of her dress. It 
lubricated her ass even more - I kept pumping, getting 
incredible sensations as my hard cock finally became 
not so hard. Her body was rocking lightly against my 
hand as her moans died off. 

Both of our bodies twitched in the post orgasmic bliss, 
and then our spent legs faltered and we fell down to 
the ground. My fingers still were buried inside her 
cunt as we laid in a heap on the cold floor. Her 
bloodshot eyes were open and blinking, and I could hear 
her ragged breath over my own. Her head was not turned 
toward me as I got up.

I pulled out a few paper towels (the shitty, scratchy 
brown kind that everywhere has) and wiped the little 
bit of my jizz that had landed on me off, and pulled up 
my pants. She still was on the floor, in the same 
position she had fallen, with her knees half up to her 
chest, her side against the wall. One of her flip-flops 
had come off, and her bare foot was laying against my 
shoe. Her skirt lay askew over her bottom, but still 
afforded me the image of my own cream slowly sliding 
down her rear, as well as her glistening pussy, still 
wet and lubricated from my handiwork. 

I felt something for her, seeing her vulnerable, and 
having just shared such a moment with her, which had 
probably just lasted about five minutes. Her breathing 
began to slow down a bit as I looked down on her, and I 
offered my hand. She looked up, gave a little bit of a 
smirk, and took it. I pulled her up and she stood 
there, staring at me with beautiful blue eyes. Her 
bangs were soaked in sweat and clung to her forehead. 
Her face and chest were flushed. I felt such affection. 
I wanted to sit there and stare at her all day. But I 
didn't. I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, opened 
the door, and walked out. 

I was only about six or seven minutes late to class, 
and the teacher paid no heed. I managed to take some 
notes down. Five minutes later Sophie showed up. She 
seemed very composed and normal again.

We ended up being friends. And that's all I care to 
say.

THE END

If you like me, or give a shit, you can e-mail me at 
whoeverireallyam@yahoo.com

My ridiculously horrible attitude aside though, please 
send me feedback. make me feel loved.


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