I’m a graduate student at a prominent West Coast university known mostly for its academics. I would soon learn that this school was a hotbed of good loving as well as good researching.
I moved into a graduate-student building owned by the university, consisting entirely of cozy studio apartments for single graduate students. I soon found I was in a horny young man’s dream situation!
The day I moved my belongings in, I heard a soft knock at my door. I opened it up and was stunned to see the most lovely young lady I had ever laid eyes on standing in a low-cut sundress, her cleavage framed by the diaphanous fabric. She clearly didn’t believe in wearing a bra, because her perky nipples jutted out through the sundress suggestively. She stood five foot seven and had an athletic body. Her name was Mariah, a perfect complement for her dark exotic skin and long wavy hair.
She introduced herself as a biology Ph.D. student. She lived next door and said she had heard me moving my stuff in and wanted to let me know to knock if her music was too loud. The walls in the building were pretty thin, she told me, and her old neighbor had complained about her music. Little did I know that sweet music wouldn’t be the only thing I’d hear from her apartment!
It began a few nights later. I was startled to hear a low moan, then a higher-pitched scream from her apartment. My first thought was that she must be in trouble. I jumped up, ran out and went to her door.
“Mariah, are you okay?” I shouted, knocking loudly.
I heard some rustling, then she came to the door, rumpled and red-faced. It immediately hit me that she wasn’t in trouble, she was in ecstasy! Easily embarrassed, I began to blush. My face wasn’t the only part of my body with increased blood flow, however, as I realized she had actually been masturbating. I was wearing only a loose-fitting pair of shorts, and my throbbing hard-on was clearly evident to her.
She quickly regained her composure and invited me in for a drink. As we sipped our wine, she boldly said, “I guess it’s pretty obvious what I was doing, huh? I get so horny, and I’m not in a relationship right now.”
“No problem, I totally understand,” I replied, trying to be a gentleman and avoid a potentially embarrassing situation.
“Oh, do you masturbate often?”
I was a bit taken aback, but sheepishly admitted that I did. I confided to her that I was getting very turned on thinking about her masturbating.
“Would you like me to show you how I do it?” she asked in a sultry voice.
Without waiting for a response, she slipped her dress over her head and leaned back upon her futon. She was already wet, clearly anticipating the orgasm I had interrupted. She began slowly rubbing her hand over her juicy mound, lightly tickling her clit from time to time while her other hand massaged her breasts.
Soon her beautifully long brown hair was matted with sweat and she began moaning. “I wanna see your cock. I wanna see you whack off for me,” she panted.
I wasted no time in pulling my dick out and began slowly pumping it for her, mesmerized by the scene in front of me.
I soon found myself unable to merely watch. Crouching down between her thighs, I stuck my tongue into her juicy slit, licking all over and taking her pussy lips gently into my mouth. As I began nibbling on her clit, her breathing became ragged and short. Then she orgasmed, rewarding me with a mouthful of pussy juice.
After catching her breath, she sat up and took my cock into her mouth, sucking me with abandon until I erupted into her throat. When I regained my strength I plunged my still-hard cock into her dripping pussy. We moved together with the rhythm of an exotic symphony, pounding and slapping our bodies into each other, screaming out with sheer pleasure.
I was wondering if I’d be able to come again when I felt her pussy contract as her second orgasm hit, which milked my cock of another load of hot cream. I pulled her body tight against mine as I climaxed deep inside her.
We held each other, both of us sticky with sweat and come, until we finally drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. We’ve shared many sexual escapades since then, but I’ll never forget the sheer eroticism of that first night when we were total strangers who became lovers.
—A.L., Berkeley, California