After I failed several business law quizzes, my professor suggested I visit the college’s tutoring center for some help.

The course was a requirement for my major, and I really didn’t want to be forced to repeat it. Graduation was so close I could taste it. If getting my diploma on time meant swallowing my pride and bending to a bookworm for my final fall semester, I was prepared to do that.

When I arrived for my first session, I was directed to the back of the learning center where a tiny blonde sat on a stool, hunched over a desk. With her back to me, all I was able to see was a tiny, tapered waist that flared out to lush hips. A creamy band of skin lay exposed between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans.

When she turned to greet me, I knew I was fucked. Ice-blue eyes sparkled behind her glasses, and her thick black frames screamed sexy nerd. Her smile paralyzed every part of my body but my dick — which chose that moment to stand at attention.

Sitting so close to Leah in semi-privacy and not jumping her bones was one of the most difficult things my horny 21-year-old self has ever had to do.

One afternoon we were forced into a tiny study cubicle. Our knees bumped on and off the entire time. They were the simplest, most innocent touches, but they sparked fire under my skin. By the end of our session, my erection was straining against the fly of my jeans. How I hobbled out of there without causing a scene is still beyond me.

After a few weeks of mild flirting, I finally decided to bite the bullet and ask Leah out for drinks. Her kind refusal paired with the gentle admission that she couldn’t date someone she tutored took the air out of my sails real fast.

Fortunately, I made it through the final weeks of tutoring without embarrassing myself further. I even wound up getting a B in the course. When I proudly presented my near perfect final exam to Leah she pulled me in for a tight hug. Even without skin-to-skin contact, my cock twitched when her soft breasts pressed against my chest.

Then Leah invited me to an end-of-semester party her friends were throwing. In that moment I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world. Armed with my ego-boosting B in business law, I figured I deserved to blow off a little steam and celebrate.

I hit the house party and headed straight for the keg, and that’s where I found Leah pouring herself a beer.

She looked up at me and smiled, saying, “Hey, James!” She then thrust a beer-filled red cup into my hand before pouring another brewski for herself. “Perfect night to celebrate, right?”

I smiled back and shrugged. “I never could have pulled it off without the help of my amazing tutor.”

Leah laid her hand on my arm. She looked up at me from under heavy lids. “But I’m not your tutor anymore.”

Things escalated pretty quickly after that. When Leah started kissing my neck and my erection threatened to bust through my jeans, I decided it was time to take things out of the public eye.

My mind raced with possibilities for privacy, but my raging erection wasn’t going to let me leave the house we were in. I tugged open a door and found a laundry room. A big pile of towels in the corner were fluffy enough to be clean.

I pulled Leah into the room and quickly closed the door behind us. Then I dumped the basket of towels onto the floor and settled myself in the center of them. 

I pulled Leah down onto my lap, nestling her ass right against my dick. My hands skimmed along her waist, sliding beneath her shirt to cup the breasts I’d been admiring for months. While I tested the weight of the globes in my hands, I licked a lazy trail along her shoulder and up her neck.

With just a little work, the button on her jeans gave way, and my hand slid beneath to find a deliciously bare pussy. My fingers explored her folds for a while, sliding along her slit until she groaned. The dewy moisture that coated my fingers lubricated my massage. I pressed my wet fingers against Leah’s clit and circled her heated bud.

While my hand worked her pussy, my mouth kept busy on her neck. Licking one spot beneath her earlobe elicited a whimper that made my dick twitch. As she arched into my touch, her ass wriggled against my erection.

I continued to slide my fingers between her slippery folds and then focused on her clit. I rubbed her in hard, fast circles until her climax broke. Her body quivered as she released the prettiest moans. My middle finger was temptingly close to the entrance of her pussy, and I dipped deeper to slide inside her.

Leah groaned. “Fuck me, please.”

After a few months of always following Leah’s lead, turning the tables and commanding the scene felt awesome. Watching her fall apart under my touch, then beg for more provided a huge rush.

I slid out from underneath Leah. She was still shivering from her orgasm, but she found the energy to tug her jeans down her hips. The tip of her tongue slid out to moisten her lips. “Fuck me, James.”

I pulled the jeans down to her feet  but didn’t remove them. The stretchy denim was wrapped around Leah’s ankles. It kept her legs close, leaving me just enough space to slip in between  her thighs.

I rolled Leah onto her stomach and eased her into doggy position. Crouching that way put Leah’s pussy on full display. She was soaking wet, and the filmy fabric of her thong was wedged between her swollen lips. The material was drenched. It was almost see-through but concealed just enough to throw my impatience into overdrive. Nothing was going to block me from the pussy I’d been craving for months.

I tore open my jeans to free my cock and straddled her bound legs. Then I tore the thin elastic straps that rested over her hips, one at a time. The snapping bands bit at her skin, and she hissed loudly.

My dick responded with its own insistent throb. The tiny bead of pre-come that seeped from my crown was nothing compared to the moisture between Leah’s thighs. I swirled my tip around her entrance, and her slick hole readily welcomed me inside. Her flesh, like hot, slick velvet, yielded to me and beckoned me deeper. 

Every thrust delivered an electric shock to my balls. Leah’s moans inspired a similar reaction. Whenever I dared to pull my dick far enough from her depths that my tip might slip outside, she responded with a ragged groan.

Her visceral sound echoed my own horny hunger. It demanded that I pound her harder and faster. I increased my speed as much as the vise-like grip she had on my dick would allow. My balls slapped against her slit with every thrust.

The momentary brush of her pussy against my balls was more of a tease than a turn-on. I growled through my frustration and pulled Leah up so that her back rested against my chest and I could yank her shirt up and off. Peering over Leah’s shoulder, I could see the tantalizing cleft of her cleavage. I popped open the clasp at the front of her bra, and then yanked the straps down her arms before sliding both hands up to cup her breasts.

I’m not exaggerating when I say that those breasts held a starring role in my fantasies for months. Leah seemed to prefer shirts that masked her ample cleavage, and that PG-rated image was nothing compared to seeing them in all their naked glory.

Her dark pink nipples beaded up as I brushed my thumbs along the tender underside of her breasts. Their teardrop shape sat heavy in my hands. A quick pinch of Leah’s rosy peaks made her pussy grip me hard.

The urgent thrusts of my hips were violently jolting her lithe body, but every sound that moved past her lips was of pure pleasure. Stimulating every erogenous zone on her body became a priority. I slid one of my hands back to her clit. My lips and teeth worked her neck, and my fingertips played with her clit. All the while, I kept driving my dick hard and fast into her pussy. I was striving for a full sensory overload.

Leah’s breathy moans increased in volume as her pussy began to spasm. A helpless groan preceded another hard contraction, which was followed by a wave of wetness.

I embraced Leah tightly, and she sagged against my back. Her soft, twitching muscles massaged my throbbing dick and made the tension in my body increase tenfold. I rocked into her at a slow but steady pace. It wasn’t long before my balls grew tight. I gritted my teeth against my impending orgasm and drew back for another rigorous round of thrusts.

Then my climax knocked the wind out of me. At the last possible second I pulled my dick from between Leah’s legs and shot my load onto the floor.

When we both caught our breath, I helped Leah clean herself up using the towels from our makeshift love nest. Once we both felt ready to face the world, we headed out of the room and left the party. We spent the rest of the night working off months of sexual tension at her off campus apartment.

Sex with Leah absolutely outdid all of my fantasies. Even my wildest dreams couldn’t stand up to the real-life experience of feeling her pussy grip my dick. I’ll admit that I wanted to get inside her pants much sooner, but all those months of anticipation absolutely added  to the experience.

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