Her hair looked like spun gold, and her eyes were filled with pain and joy. When she smiled at you, it was like the two of you shared a secret. Every movement she made was elegant and deliberate; even the way her wrist arched as she took up a pen was beautiful.
I couldn’t help but watch her. She was like a beautiful, vivid rainbow that I couldn’t take my eyes away from. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew it wasn’t right of me to feel that way about her, but I’d never felt that way about anyone else. She noticed me a few times and smiled demurely, as if she knew I was thinking about kissing the lovely pale skin beneath her earlobe. She even blushed once. I spent the following week visualizing the blush bloom on her bare chest.
I didn’t even know her name. That was how terrified I was to be around her. I was afraid I’d reach out and touch her and be unable to stop myself. I had no idea whether she knew about me or not. I had been falling in love with her from a distance for about five months. She was all I could think of, and I was seriously considering dropping out of college to get away from her.
One day, when I was walking down the hallway towards my dorm room, I heard someone behind me call my name.
“Stacey!”
I turned, confused. I didn’t even have any friends, and there she was! I froze and balked at her. My name had touched her tongue. She caught up and grinned at me.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Oh! Yeah, I’m okay.” I wanted to slap myself. Her smile widened.
“Well, listen, I know we’ve never hung out or talked before, but I’m throwing a party tonight for everyone on this floor, and I wanted to invite you.”
The words slid out of her mouth effortlessly, but I could see something behind her eyes. It almost looked like panic, but I brushed it off.
“Y-You’re inviting me?” I asked foolishly.
She nodded with a grin.
“I have never seen you at a party or even a casual get-together. You should socialize more! Please tell me you’re coming!”
She was just so damn sweet! I couldn’t help but wonder if she tasted sweet too.
“Um… sure,” I said, “I’ll be there.”
My stomach dropped further with each word.
Did she really know, or was she just being friendly? I wondered.
She suddenly hugged me. I was so startled that I didn’t even hug her back. She tightly wrapped her arms around me, her breasts pressing against mine. She smelt like sandalwood, and I repressed the temptation to breathe her in.
“See you at the party then,” she said, waving her hand and disappearing.
I stood there for a few minutes, perplexed. I ran into my room and dug through my closet to decide what to wear. After finding that nothing in my closet fit the criteria, I settled on some hip-hugging jeans and a dark blue peasant shirt.
I showered, washed, shaved, and rewashed. I applied lotion and perfume, brushed my hair, and decided that it would be more appealing to let it be wild rather than try to tame it. I sat on my bathroom counter in the only matching bra and panties I owned while I did my makeup. The monotony and rituality of it settled my nerves a little, but as time got closer, I thought I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
When I heard the music start and people talking down the corridor, I knew the party had begun. I went to my door and stood there, unsure if I really should do this. I didn’t even know how long I stood there, but I knew that the party was in full swing by the time I opened the door. The celebration was spilling out to the other end of the hall, and I could already feel the bass pulsating. I walked slowly down the hall, each step taking an eternity. Suddenly, I felt an arm wrap across mine.
“You’ve come!”
I looked over to see her wide, glowing smile. She put on a knee-length, flowy blood-red dress. She had curled her hair, which shone against her attire. I could not help but smile back at her. She didn’t even have any makeup on, and she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I noticed I had sped up as we walked together, and we arrived at her dorm soon. My heart dropped, knowing she’d let go of me and I’d lose her at the party, but she held on. She led me to the counter, where all of the drinks were. She poured two drinks and offered one to me. I took a large gulp, hoping to calm my nerves. I decided I should probably say something.
“What’s your name?” I asked her, embarrassed that she had somehow figured out mine.
“Olivia,” she answered, reaching for my hand to shake.
I was not sure what came over me. I took her hand and gently brought it up to my lips, brushing them across her knuckles. She blushed, and I saw it spread from her cheeks down her neck and across her pale chest. I looked back up at her eyes, and instantly, her cheeks got even redder. I attempted unsuccessfully to stutter out an apology and began to walk away, but Olivia grabbed my hand and stopped me.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to go,” she beamed. “I don’t judge.”
I smiled back coyly. It was infectious!
“Come dance with me!”
I shook my head as a “no,” but she started to pull me anyway.
I took another large gulp of my drink and set it on the counter as Olivia drew me into the crowd of dancing people. She placed her hands on my waist but stayed apart from me, her body swaying with the music. I simply stood there, stupidly. She chuckled and grabbed my hands, placing them around her waist before returning hers to mine. I moved with her slightly, and her hands began to guide my hips side to side in time with the beat.
At some point, I gave in and lost myself to the music. We danced for what seemed like an eternity, and with each movement, our bodies came closer and closer together until they were gently rubbing against each other in rhythm. I felt one of her hands slip underneath the back of my shirt, and then her soft, long fingers trailed up my spine, sending thrills down my toes.
“Oh,” I gasped, and she grinned, bringing me closer until her face was against my neck. Her warm lips barely touched my skin, and I let out a little, involuntary moan.
The next thing I knew, Olivia was leading me again. I followed her back into the corridor, where she escorted me to my room while beaming at me. And this time, her smile was filled with even more secrets, and her eyes sparkled with desire. Once I opened my door, she instantly brought me inside, closed and locked the door, and then led me to my bed.
We stood next to my bed. I was suddenly terrified and unsure, but Olivia took my hand and brought it up to her lips for a soft kiss, smiling at me. She grabbed my waist again, and I let out a shaky breath. Her other hand moved up to my face and stroked along my jawline. I gasped, and she leaned in, pressing her soft lips against mine. Her lips were sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted, and I kissed her back, eager to savor her flavor. Her tongue flicked across my lips, and I parted them, moaning low as she rubbed her tongue against mine.
As we kissed, she extended her hands to unbutton my jeans. She then backed away from the kiss, lowering her body and pulling my jeans down my legs. I stepped out of them, and she grinned up at me before leaning in and kissing my thighs again. She got back up, kissed me briefly, and sat me down on the edge of the bed. As she took a step back, I flung my shirt and bra over my head and onto the ground. She gave me that previous smile while pulling the straps of her dress down her arms and gently down her body.
I noticed Olivia was not even wearing a bra, just a tiny black thong. I watched shamelessly. Her figure was exquisite. She had a petite body, perky breasts, and a perfect handful of small pink little rosebud nipples. Her tummy was flat, but her hips were slightly curved. Her pale skin flushed over her entire body as I stared.
She walked over to me, her hands cupping my face as she straddled me. I glanced up at her in amazement. Our bare tits rubbed together, and I gasped, becoming acutely aware of how wet my panties were. One of her hands moved down my spine. I squirmed against her and arched my back slightly, pressing our fleshy breasts more firmly together. She kissed me again and slowly began gyrating her hips. I placed my hands on her hips, my fingertips digging into her soft skin as I guided her.
“Ohh…” she moaned.
I buried my face in her neck as the waves of my orgasm rushed over me. My body shook against hers, and she clutched me, her hips feverishly pumping against mine. Finally, the waves subsided, and we continued to hold each other closely while my breathing calmed.
Olivia finally pulled away, gently pushing me onto my back. She climbed off of me, standing on the edge of the bed. As she leaned over me, I lifted my hips so that she could pull off my panties completely. Olivia scooted me down a little so my ass was right on the edge of the bed, and then she got on her knees. She smiled at me as she spread my legs. She looked down at me to admire me. I felt my skin heat up as she watched. She bit her bottom lip, and I closed my eyes, unable to take her gaze.
When I felt those soft lips touch the inner of my thigh, my back arched slightly.
“Mmm…” I moaned.
Her lips traveled up my thighs, kissing and licking their way to right above my clit. By this point, I was panting and whimpering, desperate to feel her tongue touch me. Soon I felt her tongue flick my clit just slightly, and I squeaked, balling up the covers on the bed. She flicked it a little harder, and I arched again, lifting my hips to give her better access. Her wet tongue squeezed and wriggled against my clit, causing me to whimper and squirm in her mouth. She put her hands underneath me and grabbed my ass, pressing me against her while sucking my clit into her mouth and vibrating her jaw.
I screamed for Olivia as I orgasmed again, my body shaking and my thighs clenching around her head. She moaned against my clit, and the waves hit me even harder. My back arched as far as it could, but she still hung on to me, her lovely face drenched in my juice.
When my breathing slowed, and my back rested flat against the bed, I stared down at her. She moved away from me. As I glanced at her face, I noticed her chin was glistening, mixed with my pussy juice and her saliva. I leaned down and cupped her cheek, pulling her closer to me. Our bodies squeezed together while we kissed passionately. I tasted myself and moaned against her lips.
Olivia slammed her hips into mine. I also raised mine for her. She let out a small, sweet moan that I couldn’t take any longer. I rolled us over, pulling her quickly to the edge of the bed and ripping her thin thong off of her, eliciting a pleasured gasp from her. I spread her legs apart and instantly moaned at the sight of her. She looked like she had rarely been touched. She was clean-shaven, and the lovely pink petals on her lips barely parted to reveal her opening. I rubbed my hands up and down her thighs, admiring her for as long as I could stand.
I leaned into her, letting my breath tickle over her clit. Olivia squirmed, a whimper barely escaping her lips. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer and buried my face between her legs. She let out a deep, low sigh, and her hips quickly rose up for me. I let out pleasant, small groans against her softness. Her wetness tasted even more delicious than her kiss, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
I ran my tongue in circles on her clit, and her legs began shaking. I held her thighs and licked down between her wet lips, sliding my tongue inside her. She screamed for me, and her legs began to shake harder. I felt a surge of juice rush into my mouth as she began to spasm around my tongue. I tongue-fucked her even harder, cherishing the way her body shook and wiggled for me. Olivia sighed my name as her body relaxed, and I drew myself closer to her. She drew my face to hers for a kiss before softly licking all of her juices off my chin.
She smiled as she sat up.
Hmm, let me guess…”
She spoke as she looked around. Olivia reached over and opened the bottom drawer on my bedside table. She smiled from ear to ear as she took my toy from the drawer.
“It’s bigger than I thought.” She laughed and winked.
My face grew hot as I blushed. She spread my legs a little and positioned herself between them. She rubbed the toy between my swollen lips while biting her lip. Then she slowly pushed it against my opening. I moaned as it stretched me.
As soon as the head of the dildo entered my flower, she repositioned herself, clutching the toy against her as if it were her own cock. She grinned her wonderful fucking smile at me again as she pushed deeper into me, the enormous toy stretching me out.
My back arched as my arms flailed, looking for something to hold on to. Olivia took her free hand and grabbed my wrists, holding them together above my head while gyrating her hips. My moans became louder and more relentless. Every time I cried, she fucked me harder! I wrapped my legs around her hips, pulling her closer to me. She leaned down and sucked my nipple into her mouth. Her hips bucked against me wildly, fucking me into pure bliss. I screamed her name, and my pussy gripped the toy as I orgasmed once again. She buried her face in my cleavage as the waves rode over me, moaning against the skin of my ample tits.
We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, her head rising and falling in time with my chest. Olivia had finally released my wrists, and I reached down to stroke her hair till we dozed off.