Fluorescent lights flickered above my head as I worked late at my university’s newspaper office. The bulbs cast an eerie glow across the rows of unmanned desks, which were cluttered with papers and pens. I loved the electric buzz of the newsroom—especially when the world outside faded into darkness. But that night was one of the more mellow ones.

The staff had already closed the latest issue and disappeared. But I hung around to work on an assignment for an upcoming feature. I was staring at my laptop screen, quite literally drawing a blank. I admit my mind was elsewhere. Deadlines loomed in the near future, but all I could think about was my friend Ryan.

Handsome and dashing, he was the most infuriating but undeniably captivating guy in all of my journalism classes. With tousled brown hair, striking blue eyes and a wicked smile that made my heart race, he was the type of guy who moistened my panties with a simple glance.

The office door opened with a noisy creak, revealing Ryan himself. He wandered in holding a small stack of papers, his tall figure silhouetted by the bright hallway light. He dropped his stuff on a nearby desk.

“Looks like I’m not the only one burning the midnight oil, huh?” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, and a familiar rush of arousal surged within me.

Feigning nonchalance, I replied, “What can I say? Great journalism waits for no student.”

He chuckled, strolling over to me. His closeness stoked the flames of my lust.

“Need a hand?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied, telling him about the upcoming interview I had scheduled. I was researching questions and angles. I was glad to have another opinion.

Ryan leaned over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck as he scanned my computer screen. He took a seat next to me, and every fiber of my being buzzed with sensual energy. It was impossible not to notice the glint of interest in his eyes as we brainstormed ideas. I shifted closer to him, and the warmth radiating between us grew palpable.

I was happy with what we came up with, so we soon switched topics. We laughed about the ridiculousness of some of our classmates and indulged in tales of our mishaps during freshman year, which seemed so long ago. The air thickened with unspoken tension; our chemistry was impossible to ignore.

“You know, we should hang out together more often,” Ryan said, nudging my arm playfully.

“Yeah, if only to keep our sanity intact during this chaotic semester,” I answered.

Without thinking too much more, I turned to face him fully, brushing my fingers against his bare arm. It was electric—that small touch. Our connection ignited like a wildfire, and Ryan’s eyes locked onto mine. The entire world fell away in an instant.

“What’s stopping us?” he asked softly, and I heard the challenge in his voice.

My heart skipped a beat, and I responded, “I don’t know.”

“Maybe it’s the fear of what comes next,” he mused, inching closer.

“What if we didn’t worry?” I whispered, my pulse racing as he leaned in even further.

“Then we’d have all the fun we can handle,” Ryan said, his voice low and filled with promise.

In a moment of reckless abandon, I kissed him, savoring the warmth of his lips against mine. It was soft at first, a tentative exploration, but he soon deepened our lip-lock, his tongue wrestling with mine. Our passion rapidly soared.

We quickly lost ourselves in each other. His hand rested on my waist, while I tangled my fingers in his hair. Our kisses grew more intense and hungry, revealing our innermost feelings.

Ryan let his hands wander, stroking my sides and back. He cupped my breasts through my T-shirt. I hadn’t bothered to wear a bra that day, and the thin cotton of my tee did little to dull his touch. My nipples grew erect, and he used his thumbs to tease the nubs as they poked against the fabric.

“Let’s take this somewhere more secluded,” he murmured against my lips, his breath a hot whisper.

I grabbed his hand and led him to our faculty advisor’s empty office, which was supposed to be off-limits at night. Fortunately, the outgoing managing editor had gifted me a secret key.

The door locked behind us, sealing off the world and ensuring our privacy. I didn’t expect any of the staff to return, but I wasn’t willing to take that risk.

Surrounded by stacks of outdated newspapers, our passion continued to flare. As we kissed, Ryan cupped my face in one hand, while his other roamed freely, exploring my curves.

As our lips parted for a brief moment, I gazed into his vivid blue eyes, which seemed to shine with arousal.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked breathlessly.

“More than anything,” I confessed.

The two of us stripped off our t-shirts and jeans in mad haste. I glanced downward and saw his cock was already hard and ready for me. As much as I wanted to experience his man-meat pounding my pussy, I needed to get a taste of him. I’d been crushing on him for so long and couldn’t believe we were minutes away from sealing the deal. But I’d previously made my pussy sloppy wet as I fantasized about giving Ryan a blowjob and couldn’t wait a second longer to make my dream a reality.

I pushed my handsome hunk against the desk. He rested his body on the edge and kept his eyes on me as I plunked myself down in an office chair and rolled closer to him.

“I have to make a confession,” I told him. “I’ve wanted to do this for months.”

Hungrily, I lunged forward and swallowed his cock in one fell swoop. Ryan groaned with abandon and thrust his hips forward. I moaned around his rod, knowing the sound would reverberate and add to his pleasure. I relaxed my throat and bobbed in time with his thrusts as he fucked my face. His strokes were measured, telling me he wasn’t in a rush to shoot off. That was a good thing because I wanted our hookup to last as long as possible.

I increased my suction on his crown and was rewarded with a small slick of pre-come. His musky fluid coated my tongue, and the taste of him made me moan happily. I felt my pussy flooding with wetness. Giving head always turns me on, but that night it seriously lit my fuse.

Ryan gasped and put his hand on my head as he said, “Whoa, there. Give me a minute.”

I sat back, licking my lips like a contented cat that had been lapping up a bowl of cream. Ryan took a deep breath and confessed, “Your mouth is just too good. Too hot and wet and perfect.” He squeezed the base of his cock and added, “I don’t want to come too soon. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t fuck you tonight.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked cheekily.

Ryan growled in response, turning around and using his arm to sweep a stack of papers from the desk onto the floor. There was no time to fret about the mess because he picked me up and sat my bare ass down on the cool wood.

“I’m done waiting,” he announced, shoving his dick into my primed pussy.

“Oh yeah!” I cried out as his cock pleasantly stretched my walls with his first brutal thrust. He stroked in and out of my clutching tunnel with the delicacy of a jackhammer. Some girls may like gentle lovemaking, but I’ve always loved when a guy lets loose and really nails me. And that’s exactly what Ryan did.

I leaned back slightly, placing my hands on the smooth desktop behind me. I parted my legs, allowing him the space to buck and fuck without interference. My cunt twitched as gentle tremors rocked me, like soft pre-orgasmic waves of bliss.

“Give it to me!” I pleaded, arching my back.

Ryan continued to pump his hips as he buried his face in the side of my neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there. That’s one of my secret hotspots, and the fact that he found it without any guidance from me told me we had an unspoken but undeniable connection.

His pelvis smacked against me every time he hit bottom, and each impact sent a jolt of pleasure to my overexcited clit. With each slam, my arousal clicked up another notch. Before long, those sensations sent me into overdrive and my orgasm broke over me like an extended wave of pleasure and drowned me in ecstasy.

I howled helplessly, breathless in the face of such bliss. Ryan didn’t let up and continued to pound me. I eased myself back, resting my head against the desk. He grabbed my ass and lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Ryan kept me at the perfect angle, allowing his crown to graze my G-spot with each inward plunge. Little bursts of wetness exploded inside my pussy, soaking his rod and dripping down my asscrack.

One of Ryan’s fingers wormed its way between my cheeks and massaged my rear hole. As his relentless cock kept spearing me, he nudged the tip of his digit into my anus. The tight ring of muscle offered some resistance, but I willed myself to relax. He forged ahead and fully breached my backdoor, adding to my feeling of fullness.

My rapturous cries became unhinged, and I let Ryan use me as he wanted. His thrusts never let up in their speed or urgency, but his rhythm grew more erratic as climax became imminent.

“That’s right,” I hissed. “Give me your cream. I want your load inside me.”

I repeated myself, chanting the words rhythmically. I guess my lusty litany was too much for him. Seconds later, he groaned and unleashed torrent after torrent of come. He continued pumping until he emptied his balls and let loose every last drop of spunk.

Eventually, he slowly vacated my quivering holes, and I sighed as our combined juices flowed from my well-used cunt, drenching me and the desk. I’d never be able to look my professor in the eye again, knowing that my pussy juice had christened his furniture, but that was a small sacrifice to make.

Here’s some news that will surprise no one: My fuck session with Ryan was everything I’d hoped it would be. It was definitely headline-worthy!