[MF] The day I met my Biology Lab Partner
In my second year of college I met a girl in my sophomore biology lab. We both showed up seconds after class started and grabbed the only two seats left as the Grad Student TA had already started droning on through the course's syllabus. I was not the type of person to be late to anything, always too afraid of upsetting someone or calling attention to myself. I quickly rifled through my bag to grab the syllabus and started taking notes, slightly out of breath and hair still wind swept from my sprint through the corridors.
Sitting at the lab benches where we would do our work for the semester meant that my fellow late arrival was directly across from me and the front of the class was to my right. As I caught my breath and scribbled notes about project dates, course websites, and the professor's email (who we should NOT email, the TA made clear) I eventually turned my head to see who was going to be my lab partner for the semester.
The second I laid eyes on her, it was like the rest of the world faded to the background. The sound of the TA talking, the hum of the fume hoods, and the scratching of pencils all just... stopped. She was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. She was indescribably beautiful to the point that it defied belief. Everything about her was perfect, from the light smell of her perfume, to the scrunch of her forehead as she listened to the TA, to the dark hair that fell across her face. I was going to spend the better part of 4 months talking with, interacting with, this stunning knockout?
I dont know why, but she thought I was cool and hilarious. We spent the whole semester laughing our way through lab, meeting up regularly to write lab reports - which took twice as long as necessary because we would shoot the shit so much. She had a smile that could light up a room, and a sharp sense of humor that had me rolling. At times I would forget how drop dead gorgeous she was because it was like hanging out with my best friend. Sure, there were times when she'd wear something a little more low cut and I couldn't help but snatch a glance, and something would start stirring. And certainly, there was some mild flirtation from me, but it was surprisingly rare and I mostly just enjoyed my time with her like a good friend. Besides, there was no reason to think she had those feelings for me. After all, I wasn't exactly an adonis myself.
After a full semester of being friends, and with our very sold "B" grades secured, we went out to a party right before winter break. We had some drinks and found ourselves talking like we always did together in the corner of the part. But this time the social lubricant made it feel a little different, with maybe a little more flirtation, a little more physical contact, a little more... something. She was of course dressed to the nines and even though I had seen that smile, heard that laugh, and melted in the presence of that body all semester long, I still was completely enchanted that night.
As the drinks flowed, and the conversation continued, we eventually headed from the house party to her place. "Its not so loud and I bought that whisky you said you liked" she reasoned. I'd been to her place a dozen times for lab reports and test cramming, this was nothing special. It wasnt until she was holding my hand and leading me with a smile from her kitchen towards her bedroom that I thought maybe tonight was special.
Maybe my 1-way crush wasnt so 1-way after all...
She was devastatingly gorgeous. Massive round breasts, dark hair, piercing dark eyes, full lips, and a body that seemed impossible to be real. Normally she had a soft smile that brightened the room but now she wore a Cheshire grin. While I had always been aware of these qualities, they became the soul focus of my entire existence as she slowly slipped out of her dress. With a wiggle to drop the dress off her perfectly proportioned hips and onto the ground she stood in only a matching lace black thong and plunge bra, her grin never slipping from her beautiful face.
Grabbing the collar of my shirt firmly with both hands she pulled me slowly down into a long, loving kiss. The soft feeling of her lips jarred me out of my stupor, and awoke something in me. Despite being in total disbelief, despite knowing to my very core that this couldn't be happening, that she was way way out of my league... I shut off the voice in my head, and went with it.
Kissing slowly at first, enjoying every touch of our lips as we gradually embraced and kissed, feeling her lower lip between mine, and the slight touch of her teeth on my lip, we slowly worked our way to her bed. With building heat, we passionately made out for what felt like a blissful eternity. Neither moving too slow nor too fast, but enjoying the moment. I let my hands explore slowly, gliding down her sides and onto her hips, running my fingers gently along her too perfect thigh and reaching up her back to pull her more deeply into a kiss. She would guide me with confidence, but with gentle care, first lowering my hand onto her unbelievable ass and a few minutes later raising my hand from her hips to her gravity defying tits. Both still framed in exquisite black lace, perfectly contrasting her pale supple skin.
My very heart yearned for her. I could not get enough of this moment. Of this body. Of this person. It was all I could do to keep my breath as our passion built and we started to get more worked up. She had previously been the only one to remove clothes, revealing her premeditated lace lingerie, but now she started to use a free hand to get my sweater off, unbutton my shirt, and - with a dexterity and sexy confidence that drove me wild - unbuckled my belt and slipped my pants off with almost no help from me.
Straddling me as we continued to make out like it was our last day on earth, I could feel the lace of her underwear through my own as the fabric of my boxer briefs strained against my cock, throbbing with every heartbeat. As I grabbed her too-perfect ass, lost at the sight of her flawless beauty while she sat up gently grinding her hips into my crotch, that Cheshire grin returned. With one practiced movement, she reached behind herself and popped off her bra, her huge pale breasts suddenly spilling forth in all their beauty.
With that firm, yet gentle, guidance she'd used to lead me all night, she grabbed me by a section of hair and – leaning forward – slammed me mouth-first onto her massive tit, her tiny pale pink nipple meeting my tongue in a moment of mutual ecstasy.
As we held each other: her with a fist full of my hair holding me to her chest, and me with both a hand full and mouth full of her spectacular tits, we found a rhythm of grinding that started to build steam. Faster and deeper we moved, legs and hips opening in a desperate attempt to get better contact between our still covered genitals. The lace of her underwear working into the polyester/cotton blend of my boxer briefs. The feeling of the contact changing slightly as the onset of her wetness and my pre-cum started to dampen the material.
With her now patented gentle authority, she pulled on my hair to remove me from her tit, her nipple now erect from its time with my tongue, and leaned me back onto the bed while kissing me deeply. As I once again bathed in the warmth and passion of this kiss, I felt her lift her hips up and, straightening her legs slightly, slipped the now slightly damp black thong off and tossed it to the side of the bed. This expertly executed maneuver, all while giving me the kiss of a life time, took no more than 10 seconds and we were back to grinding, this time with just 1 thin piece of fabric as a barrier.
We fell upon each other, kissing with reckless abandon, hands touching, feeling, holding everything. Her beautiful pussy, framed by a narrow – perfectly trimmed – landing strip, road along the shaft of my penis, bulging prominently through my underwear that felt 3 sizes too small. The urging for more, now radiating from both of our engorged genitals, was starting to take over and any evidence of the gentle, restrained start to this magical night was long gone.
Fully in rapture of the moment, I found myself stirring out of my default passive headspace and urging for more. Her wet vag starting to totally soak my underwear, and my dick so hard that it felt made of steel. Without getting lost in deliberation and ruining the moment, I lifted myself, with her on top of me, off the bed slightly, spun around while holding her tight to my hips, and swapped positions. Me on top of her. Me grinding my hips with enthusiasm into her, and my hand holding both her wrists above her head, with the firm but gentle authority she had showed me.
With her hair spilling around her, her perfect breasts now sitting perky atop her chest, swaying slightly with each thrust of my hips, and her legs pulled up around my waste, I was almost too awestruck by the sight to notice the sharp intake of breath and happy surprise that crossed her face at my boldness. As I slowly increased the pressure and speed of grinding my throbbing cock - barely contained beneath my boxer briefs - against her wet, beautiful pussy, I leaned in to kiss her neck. At the same time I gently lifted her leg up slightly for better contact between us.
As I moved from her neck to bite her ear she breathlessly whispered:
"please, I've been waiting for it all semester"
Taking my cue, and doing my best to imitate the effortless dexterity of my partner, I slipped one hand into the waste band of my underwear, pulled them down to my knees, and at long last found the head of my penis pressed gently up against her wet pussy lips. Very slowly, and with care, I glided the length of my shaft along her lips to both continue to stoke desire and to gather lubrication for what was to come next.
For the first time since we met back on the first day of class, I felt like I was the one leading the way. I couldn't match her beauty, I couldn't match her confidence, and I clearly didn't have her experience and natural ability when it comes to things like this. The one thing I had going for me was a very solid cock. If most dick's are a C, mine is a solid B+. Nobody is going to be telling their friends about it, but when it comes to the time for fucking, that extra 1.5 inches can send an enthusiastic partner over the moon.
With a confidence I had never felt before, I slowly entered my partners pussy. First to about a quarter length, then slowly backing out. Next a few strokes to half-length while kissing her neck, hearing her breath starting to catch as she closed her eyes. Next, I very very slowly eased in the full length, with the last inch making sure to take my time as I kissed my partner deeply, feeling her bite my lip as I got all the way in. I continued to slowly stroke the full length of my cock, letting her get comfortable and looking for queues that she wanted less – or more – from me.
Soon she began to open her legs and her breath started to increase in speed but I did not change my stroke as I used my hands to gently feel her body: her breasts, her erect nipples, her clit, and lightly (playfully) pull her hair. More and more her breath quickened and it was all I could do to not match my stroke to her breath.
Finally, it seemed she could take it no longer and said in a voice almost too quiet to hear
"Faster. Fuck me faster..."
With that I felt a surge within myself, as I increased my speed while maintaining the depth and trying to keep a constant rhythm. As my partner started to crane her neck back and seemingly take only sharp inward breaths, a red flush began to build at her chest and quickly grew up her neck and then cover her whole face. I could feel myself matching her excitement as we both built to the point of no return.
Keeping my hands firmly planted on the mattress I drilled her with the best I had, the soft clapping of our skin on the down stroke getting louder and faster with time. At that moment the voice in my head came back, and I realized I was having sex with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Realized that I had ravaged her body as she had ravaged mine. Realized that we had thrown all reasonable caution of protection out the window without a word, and realized that I was going to fill her beautiful pussy with an ocean of cum.
My balls tightened and as I hit the point of no return my partner did the same. Resisting the urge to pound like a mad man, I increased my speed only slightly and gave her every last fraction of an inch I had in me, driving her mad with pleasure. As I emptied my balls deep inside of her, I slowed my stroke and kissed her deeply. With the last pulse of my cock I stopped, still inside of her, and looked lovingly into her eyes.
"we could have been doing this all semester, you idiot" she said with a smile.
