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By *orleon9 OP Man
over a year ago
Leeds |
For the next few days I had myown assignment to finish and didn’t have time to try and catch her online, although I never got that image of her sitting in her red bra with those huge tits out of my mind during that two or three days, and I wanked off to the mental image at least once. The next time that I saw her was in another lecture, and I was never going to be looking at her in the same way, was I? Once again she sat near her more conservative Muslim friends. After the lecture I tried to catch her up as she left the lecture hall, she gave me a piercing look, lagged behind her friends again, and gave me sharp “not here, go”. She couldn’t get caught talking to me and I knew that. I went into the toilet for a pee just outside of the lecture hall, thinking to myself whilst peeing that I would try and catch her on MSN messenger again that night. I buttoned up my jeans, washed my hands, and left the toilet to find her standing outside. She had waited for her Muslim friends to leave the vicinity to catch me. We were both smiling, and she said “Hi, hope you enjoyed seeing that last night”. I told her that I couldn’t get her out of my head and asked whether she wanted to come back to my student digs for a chat and maybe some fun. She refused, saying that she was expected at home. We stood and talked until the very last of the students had left the hallway, when she suddenly lent over and gave me a kiss on the lips, telling me that the time would come but that I had to wait. As she walked off I said “Tomorrowmorning, you can come tomorrow morning?”, she didn’t answer, only smiling and walking off. Maybe she was just enjoying stringing me along? I had no idea, I just know that my cock wanted her bad. I headed straight back to my university halls, finished off my assignment that afternoon, ate at around 7pm and fell asl**p soon after. I had been tired through working so much and didn’t wake up until 10am the next morning; I literally slept for 15 hours straight. I got up, took a shower, had a quick bowl of cereal, and then made a strong coffee and found my Marlboro lights to sit and read a paper. I was taking the morning off and didn’t have much on in the afternoon. As I sat down, it was almost eleven by this point; I checked my phone and found three missed calls. Shit! She told me that she couldn’t use her phone, but she had tried to call me three times between 8.30am and 9am and had then sent me a message asking me what building and what room I was in! She knew what complex, but not my exact room. I rang her straight away, apologizing profusely, and told her that I had been asl**p “It’s OK, my lectures have been cancelled, would you like me to come round? I can get there in ten minutes, and you will have me to yourself all afternoon”. I said yes, of course I said yes, but I was more nervous than I had ever been when it came to girls coming round. I am 23 but very experienced sexually, I lost my virginity at 15 and haven’t stopped fucking since, but I really liked this girl in moreways than one. Yes she was stunning, but there was also the curiosity as we both knew that we weren’t supposed to meet each other, and she had something special about her. It was almost as if I was falling in love with somebody that I knew I could never have a relationship with. It was probably lust, but the emotions weren’t going to go away too quickly and still haven’t. Thankfully I had showered and shaved, but there was a bit of tidying to do, so I rushed around with a bin bag picking up beer bottles and pizza boxes, when I get another call “Jon, I need you to tell me something” she said. “Sure, what?”. “Well, I need to know if there are any Muslims in your block, especially Pakistanis, I can’t get caught”. There weren’t any Muslims in my block, so this was cool, she had got a bit worried about getting caught as the consequences could be severe for her and she told me that she would see me soon, blowing me a little kiss. I went back to tidying up when the phone rang again “Who do you live with? Are they home?”. There was one other person home, but he was fast asl**p in his room, so I told her that we just needed to be quiet. In what seemed like no more than 60 seconds from that point I heard a knock on the door. I couldn’t wait to open it, I rushed to the door, flung it open, and as I did I saw that she was wearing a black headscarf this time, with a long black coat, and her shoes covered her toes this time. She was dressed like her more conservative friends from ourlectures. “I’ve been to Mosque, sorry if I look boring” she said, before quickly adding that she didn’t look so boring underneath. She came in, I asked if she wanted a drink, and she asked for a water. I asked her if she minded if I had a beer, knowing that Muslims don’t drink. “No” she said. “It’s not that I mind you having a beer, it’s just that I want to kiss you later, and if I smell like beer I will get in fucking trouble”. Apologizing for my naivety, I grabbed a water too, and we headed up to my room. We sat on my bed and both looked nervous. I didn’t want to make the first move and had no idea how sexually experienced she was. There was a good chance that she had never had sex at all, instead trying her hardest to hold out until marriage after her degree. She then stood up to take off her long black coat, as she did so I noticed that she was wearing tight leggings showing off an arse which was plumper than I had imagined, yet still firm, she was wearing a tight strappy black top. I groped her arse, which she enjoyed, and I turned her around and put her light brown hand on my throbbing cock. She rubbed it several times before beginning to unzip my jeans, unleashing my big white cock, and she got down on her knees and began to gently lick the tip. “mmmmmmmm” I mumbled. What she said next suggested that she had cock before, only not a white cock “I’ve never had a white cock in my mouth before” she said, before proceeding to slide her lips down the shaft. |
