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I had a tendency to slack off in class, so the French project that was due the next, was barely half done. My partner for the project, Kris, was, to say the least, gorgeous. There were odd times in the class where I had been caught getting glances of his wonderful facial features. His semi-long frost tipped hair, bold jaw bone, and hockey player body, all drove me nuts. I text Kris, and let him know that I was free for the rest of the day if he wanted to finish up the project. Almost immediately I received a reply, he would love to work on it, and wanted to at my house. Shit. I was nowhere near ready. I replied, asking for an hour or so to get ready. Sure he said, he'd be here at 12:30. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and blow dried my hair, the fastest I ever had in my life. I didn't even wait for my straightener to be fully heated, I was in a rush. I was just pulling on my pants when the doorbell rang. It was 12:19. He was early, apparently eager to get started. I pulled on my shirt and bolted downstairs to let him in. "Hey," I said meekly when he stepped inside the house. Wow, he was wearing, loose, worn jeans that were a light blue. His fitted blue and white striped polo brought out the crystal azure of his penetrating eyes. "You're fly is down," he chuckled. How stupid could I possibly be? I looked straight at the floor and pulled up my zipper. "Should we get started?" I inquired. He nodded, and we headed into the living room, where I had already set out the thing for our poster. "Aren't you prepared?" he laughed this time. Honestly I just wanted everything to be perfect for when he came over. He truly was wonderful. I couldn't help by take a peak when he bent over to pick up our poster off the ground. His ass was firm, and nicely rounded. And then the worst thing ever happened. Kris turned around to ask something, what it was I'm not quite sure. I was so lost in ogling at my French partner, that when he glanced at me, the only cover I could think of was, "Do you want anything? Like a snack or..." my voice quivered with embarrassment. "Ugh yeah. Uhm, something to drink?" his face flushed. Why would he ever be embarrassed from something like this? The answer evaded me, and I had no time to think, I just wanted to be out of that room as quickly as possible. Once in the kitchen I began fumbling through glasses to find us each one. When I turned around toward the fridge there was Kris, standing there, staring at me. His voice shook as he talked, "On second thought... there was something else I wanted." He took a step towards me, closing the distance dramatically. His cold hand felt amazing on my waist, and before I knew it, there was no distance between us. Both his hands were gently resting on my waist, holding me against him. My arms were around his neck, and I was staring up into his crystal blue eyes. His body was warm, and his hands cold. The combination was thrilling. "You're very beautiful, I've always wanted to tell you that," his voice was soothing, and I laid my head against his chest. "Thank-you," I whispered and kissed his neck softly. I looked up at his eyes, and he kissed me softly and passionately on the lips. Before I knew it he had lifted me up onto the counter, and I had my legs wrapped around his torso. His scent filled my nostrils as his tongue filled my mouth. I had never felt so connected to another male in my life. Kris was wonderful. He boosted me off of the counter and I led him to my room. Once in my room things were a little strange. I had never imagined that I would be in the position with Kris, but now that I was I loved every minute of it. I quickly removed hi polo, exposing his fit, toned body. I traced my finger from his neck, across his pecs, and through his six pack, down to his treasure trail. His skin felt amazing, and I wanted more. He removed my shirt, and tossed my easily onto the bed, face up. He climbed on top of me, and I wrapped my legs around his torso. He pushed down onto my pelvis, and I could feel his throbbing length through his jeans. With my arms around his neck, we continued kissing for some time, before I rolled us over. With me on top it was only minutes until his pants were undone, and only his sport briefs held back his engorged cock. His loose fitting pants slid to his ankles easily, and over his feet even easier. His legs were lightly dusted with hair, and it felt soft against my own. He rolled back on top of me, further messing up my bed sheets. He wasted no time in getting my socks off, and my boxers as well. I was lying but naked in front of him, with my cock standing perfectly upright. He eyed me from the bed, "You're so beautiful, but, nothing could have prepared me for how you look without clothes," he breathed heavy, and had a hungry look in his eyes. I pulled him down onto the bed next to me, and then went down on him. I teased the head of his uncut cock with the tip of my tongue. Soon he had my cock in his own mouth and he truly knew what he was doing. I could taste the pre-cum on the tip of his cock, and feel it pulse, I knew I was time to stop; I didn't want him to blow his load yet. He flipped me off of him, and onto my back, and then reached into his backpack. "What you gettin?" I asked. My question was answered by the bottle of lube that quickly appeared in his hand. My mind began raising, I had only ever had sex with one other guy, and it wasn't the best time of my life, but Kris wasn't like every other guy. It didn't matter whether he was, because I had no time think anyhow. He was rubbing lube all along my ass, and down my crack. A few times his finger slid just inside my hole, grazing my g-spot, sending me waves of intense pleasure. I'm not even sure how long that lasted, but the next clear though I had, was of Kris lifting up my legs, and sliding his bare, lubed cock deep inside of me. Thank god no one was home, because I instantly let out a long moan of pleasure. Kris slowly withdrew his throbbing cock, just to the tip, and then slipped it back in, making me moan again. His gentle thrusts, each one making me let out sounds of pleasure, slowly quickened, and barely had time to catch my breath between each quick thrust. His thrusts turned harder and more forceful, and my inaudible moans quickly turned into, his name. He seemed to like that, he began purposefully thrusting me hard and deep just to hear his name moaned breathlessly. He pounded me unrelentingly, and I moaned continuously. Just before he was about to cum, he withdrew from my ass, and jacked off onto my chest, his warm cum flooded my body, there was so much! I let out one last deep breath, sighing his name. I lay there, paralyzed from the fuck of my life, glistening with sweat. I glanced at the clock, it was almost five. We must have been fucking for at least two hours. "I'm gunna stay here tonight, if that's ok," said Kris with a wink. "Only if you sleep in my bed," I replied with a chuckle. "Nowhere else I'd rather be beautiful, I'm gunna go clean up." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 59