I have been watching a girl in my psychology class for the entire semester now. She is gorgeous.

Every time I think about her, I can’t stop my nipples from getting rock-hard. I can still remember what she was wearing the first day that I saw her. I was already seated in the classroom when she came in. She had on a short jumper with a tight, pale-pink T-shirt underneath it. She leaned over to put her books under the chair, and I saw it: She was wearing a very tiny, red lace thong under her jumper. I was given an excellent view — a view so good that I could feel the area between my legs moisten. Needless to say, I had to relieve myself the moment I got to my apartment, as I do often.

The week of exams, I found myself secluded in one of the private rooms of the psych library. Feeling adventurous when I got up that morning, I had shaved my pussy and put on a tiny white T-shirt, without a bra, and a short blue-plaid skirt over my lace crotchless panties. When I saw her there, I was glad that I had. She was wearing knee-high socks, a navy skirt that stopped about an inch from her love nest, and a big white sweater — just like an innocent schoolgirl. I was really hoping that she had on that cute lace thong I had seen earlier in the semester.

I sat down next to her, placing my hand on her bare leg between the skirt and the socks, and asked if she would mind me studying with her. She said she didn’t mind, and would rather like my company. Noticing that she didn’t seem to mind my hand on her leg, I moved it up a little. I was starting to get my love juices flowing as I moved it under her skirt. We had been talking in class about abnormal behavior, and were in the sexual-dysfunction section of the chapter. I now said to her that I thought it would suck to come down with a case of inhibited sexual desire. She said she was glad that she did not have that problem, and put her hand on top of mine on her leg. Then she shoved my hand up her skirt toward her pussy.

In a matter of seconds, I found out that I would not be seeing those red panties. Instead, I found her bare, shaved, and very wet. She stood me up, pulling my T-shirt over my head and exposing my aching nipples. I yanked her sweater off in a similar fashion, to see that she was not wearing a bra either.

She told me to lie down on the floor. She straddled me, and I was blessed with a great view of her dripping cunt and asshole. As I started to play with the lips of her vagina, she tore off my skirt and shoved her face into my much-wanting vagina. I returned the favor, and we were into some deep tongue-fucking when I noticed a shadow over my head. It was the cock of my new sex kitten’s boyfriend. He had come into the library looking for her, and when he saw us, he decided to strip and join in the fun. I took my head away from her vagina and allowed him to enter. My kitten screamed in ecstasy. I watched him pound her with his nine-inch penis, and I made sure to lick it clean before he entered her each time. Just as he was having his orgasm over my face and I was catching his come as it dripped out of her cunt, she brought me to an incredible high with her tongue. She exploded soon after he pulled out, and I began my tricks again.

That night was the best of my college career so far. I have met with my new friends again since then, but nothing was as exciting as that first night in the library.