Cut to the chase & kiss the cutie

You decide to make a move, tired of the awkward small talk. "Najila," you murmur, your voice low and husky. "You want to make out?"

Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush an even deeper red, looking down, shyly hiding her face with her hair, but nodding eagerly. You lean in, cupping her face and lifting it to yours with one hand, her eyes already closed, and press your lips to hers. She's stiff at first, unsure of what to do, but slowly begins to relax into the kiss, her lips parting slightly.

As the kiss deepens, you let your hands roam her body, feeling the gentle curves of her hips and waist, the small swell of her breasts under her t-shirt. She trembles beneath your touch, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

You break the kiss, both of you panting softly. Without a word, your fingers slip under the hem of her shirt, brushing against the smooth, soft skin of her stomach.

She gasps softly, eyes wide and dark with desire.

Slowly, teasingly, you lift the fabric higher, revealing more of her body to your hungry gaze. The shirt comes off over her head, her arms lifting to allow you to undress her. Beneath it, her breasts are small but pert, nipples stiffening in the cool air. You can't resist reaching out to cup them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until she whimpers.

Najila's shorts are next, your hands sliding down to the waistband and tugging them open, then down over the gentle flare of her hips. She lifts herself up slightly, allowing you to pull them off completely, leaving her in nothing but her plain, cotton panties.

You take a moment to drink in the sight of her nearly naked form: slim, boyish figure, small, high breasts, and the tantalizing triangle of plain fabric covering her most intimate place. Your cock throbs painfully against your zipper, aching to be free, to bury itself inside her tight, virgin heat.

But not yet. Not until you've made her ready for you.

You lean down, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss as your hand trails down her stomach, over the soft mound of her sex. She moans into your mouth, hips bucking upwards as you rub her through the thin cotton.

You continue to stroke her through the fabric, feeling the growing heat and wetness against your fingers. Najila whimpers and moans, her hips rocking in time with your movements. Her hands clutch at the sheets, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Slowly, teasingly, you hook a finger under the waistband of her panties, tugging them down over her hips, revealing the neat, untrimmed patch of dark hair above her glistening slit. You can't resist running a finger through her folds, feeling the slick, silky heat of her arousal.

You take a moment to admire Najila's naked form: her petite, almost boyish figure with small, high breasts, narrow waist, and gently flared hips leading to her toned, tight ass. Her smooth, brown skin seems to glow in the soft light of the dorm room, her stiff nipples a darker shade of brown against the soft swells of her breasts.

You lean down, capturing one of those stiff peaks between your lips, suckling gently. Najila gasps, her back arching, bringing her chest up to meet you, hands coming up to clutch at your hair. You switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention, your fingers trailing along the soft skin of her inner thighs, teasing just shy of where she really wants you.

"Please," she whines, hips rocking, trying to get your fingers where she needs them most. "Please, touch me."

You chuckle against her breast, the vibrations making her shiver. "Well since you asked so nicely," you murmur, sliding your fingers through her dripping folds, circling her clit with the pad of your thumb.

Najila cries out, hips bucking wildly as you work her clit, your fingers sliding easily through her abundant wetness. You keep up a steady pace, alternating between circling her clit and dipping your fingers inside her tight, clenching heat, until, with a keening wail, she comes apart beneath you, her hips rocking and bucking through her first orgasm.

As she comes down from her peak, Najila detangles herself from you with labored breaths, crawling backwards up onto the bed. Her movements languid and sensual, her dark eyes locked on yours, full of heat and promise. She lays back on the bed amid her rumpled sheets and blankets, her legs falling open to each side, her glistening pussy on full display, beckoning you closer.

You hardly need a more clear invitation. You quickly strip out of your clothes, your cock springing free, hard and leaking a constant drool of precum, the sight causing Najila's eyes to widen, her mouth hanging open. "Wow," she breathes out, "You're... big." She licks her lips, seeming unable to tear her gaze away from your impressive member.

Climbing onto the bed, you settle between her spread thighs, the tip of your cock resting on her stomach, overshadowing her belly button. Against her petite body, your cock seems truly massive. You have to admit that a wicked grin crosses your face, knowing just how badly you are about to mix up her insides.

She looks up at you, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "Please, be gentle," she whispers, "It's my first time, and―” she brings her legs up on either side of you, “and I'm not on birth control. So, um, you know, you should probably pull out, just to be safe."

You nod, masking the wicked grin that crosses your face with a gentle, reassuring smile. "Don't worry," you murmur, "I'll be gentle, and I’ll be sure to pull out." Any reservations you might have had about pinning down this cute little freshman are long gone by now, overwhelmed by the need to be in her, take her for your own.

You reach down, grasping your cock, giving it a few lazy strokes, coaxing more fat drops of precum from the tip. Najila watches, transfixed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. You rub the head of your cock through her hot dripping folds, coating yourself in her juices, teasing her entrance with short, shallow thrusts that have her whimpering and rocking her hips, trying to get you inside her.

With a groan, you push forward, the head of your cock popping past her tight entrance, stretching her open around you. Najila gasps and tenses, her hands coming up to clutch at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin hard. You pause, only an inch or so inside her, giving her time to adjust to your size.

"Okay?" you check in, your voice tight with restraint, trying your best not to surrender to the urge to thrust balls deep into her right now.

Najila nods, her breath coming in short pants. "Yeah," she breathes, "Just― very big.” You see her tense, breath, and then relax slightly. “More."

You oblige, pushing forward slowly, carefully, inch by inch, until you're fully seated inside her, your pelvis flush against hers. You can feel her tight, slick walls clenching around you, the heat of her scorching.

You start to move, slowly at first, long, deep strokes that have Najila mewling and writhing beneath your frame. Her legs come up to wrap around your waist, changing the angle, letting you slide even deeper inside her.

As you slowly start to pick up speed, Najila's moans grow louder, more ****. Her nails rake down your back and sides, digging in where they can and leaving stinging trails in their wake.

You continue to thrust into Najila's tight, clenching heat, your pace increasing as her moans and whimpers spur you on. She meets you thrust for thrust, her hips rocking instinctually in time with yours, her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, urging you deeper.

Her moans grow louder, higher pitched, her movements more frantic, and with a cry, she comes again, her walls clamping down around you like a vice grip. You grit your teeth, fighting back your own impending orgasm, full balls churning hard, not ready for this to end just yet.

You fuck her through her second orgasm, not giving her a chance to come down, pushing her towards a third. Her noises become more ****, her nails digging into your back hard enough to draw blood, her heels pressing into your ass, urging you deeper, harder, faster.

"Fuck," you grunt, feeling your balls draw up tight, a heavy load roiling in your testes, your orgasm inevitable. "I'm gonna cum."

You attempt to pull out. You really do. Your shaft is perhaps halfway out of her pussy when Najila's body moves of its own accord. She tightens her legs around you, locking you in place as she lifts her hips off the bed, flexing her abdomen and docking her pelvis against yours. The change in angle and pressure, the renewed feeling of the hot tightness of her folds sucking against the full length of your cock is enough to send you over the edge in an instant.

With a guttural bellow, you cum deep inside her, painting her insides with thick, heavy ropes of your hot cum. You can feel it filling her up as your orgasm drags on, your whole lower body tensing as it shoots your virile load into her deepest places. Your eyes are shut, hard, and you can see it deep inside her through your third eye: great clouds of your seminal fluid, teeming with millions and millions of swimmers flooding her pussy with every new pulse, splattering in her pussy and headed towards her regretfully empty womb, their path eased by copious lubrication.

Najila shudders beneath you, her walls clenching around you as she comes again, her third orgasm drawn out by the feeling of you cumming inside her.

As you come down from your orgasm, don't even soften, instead, merely breathing hard for a few moments before immediately launching into round two.

Najila whimpers, her insides oversensitive from her multiple orgasms and the feeling of your thick and blisteringly hot load soaking her insides, deep in her torso, but doesn't protest, instead meeting your thrusts with her own, her shaking legs still locked tight around your waist, holding you in her.

Your thrusts are harder now, deeper, more frantic as you chase only your own pleasure. The wet slapping sound of flesh against flesh fills the room, accompanied by the protesting squeaks of the bedsprings and Najila's **** moans and cries.

It doesn't take long for you to work her up again, her moans and whimpers becoming more ****, her hips rocking in time with yours. With a cry, she comes again, and for a fourth time her walls clamp down around you, triggering your own second orgasm.

You bury yourself deep inside her once more, no attempt made to pull out of her cum soaked pussy, your cock twitching and pulsing as you fill her with another equally heavy load of your thick, virile cum. You can feel it mixing with your previous load, the excess pushed either deeper in against her cervix or out around your still pistoning cock, making an even bigger mess of both of you than before.

Finally, you pull out with an exhausted sigh, your cum soaked cock sliding from her puffy, sensitive hole with a wet squelch. You both watch as your combined fluids leak out of her, a thick, viscous pink mess of seminal fluid, girlcum, and blood that coats her thighs and drips down onto the sheets.

Najila sits up, her face flushed, her eyes wide as if she was drunk. "I'm so sorry," she blurts out, eyes welling with tears, "I didn't mean to make you cum inside me, I just... I got caught up in the moment and..."

You cut her off with a kiss, silencing her apologies. "It's fine," you assure her breathlessly, "I don’t mind at all.” Before dropping down beside her on the bed, fighting to get air into your burning lungs after the workout you just had.

You pull Najila close, her back pressing against your chest as you gently spoon her from behind in some good old post-coital cuddling. Your skin is slick with sweat, allowing you to slide easily against each other. She sighs contentedly, snuggling back into your warm embrace. Your hand rests on her hip, thumb gently stroking her soft skin.

As you cuddle, you focus your third eye, peering into Najila's body to try and watch what your seed is up to. You can see the thick, viscous semen slowly pooling inside her folds and oozing through her cervical mucus into her womb. The millions of little sperms are wiggling vigorously, eagerly hunting for an egg to fertilize. It's fascinating to watch those millions of little swimmers, your swimmers no less, inside her and you almost lose track of time.

Eventually, you reluctantly sit up. "I should probably get going, probably best not to let your roommate catch us like this," you say softly, not wanting to break the peaceful mood.

Najila nods in agreement, but then hesitates."Um, so... what are we now?" she asks shyly, biting her lip. "Like, are we dating or...?"

You ponder for a moment before replying. "I wouldn't say we're dating, exactly. I’m still not looking for a girlfriend or anything. More like―” you suck in a breath, and blow out a breath, “something like friends with benefits?" You raise an eyebrow at her, gauging her reaction at that accursed phrase. You know exactly what 'benefit' you're going to be gunning to get from this little maiden; all you need is to wait for her to be ovulating and then you'll have her womb for yourself. And then after that, there is nothing stopping you from seeing if any of those siblings of hers are equally willing sisters ready to help your cause.

Her eyes widen slightly, then a small smile spreads across her face. "I think I'd like that," she admits quietly. "I've never had a friend with benefits before, but... I'd like to try it. With you."

You grin and lean in for one last kiss, catching her off guard enough to make her squeak.

"I'm glad. And I'm looking forward to our next... hang out." You wink at her, loving the blush that rises to her cheeks.

You finally drag yourself out of bed and start getting dressed. As you pull on your shirt, you feel Najila's eyes on you, attentively watching your every move. Once you're fully clothed, you turn to say goodbye, but she stops you.

"Wait! Sorry, can I have your number? So we can... you know, set up our next hang out?" She's blushing furiously now, holding the blanket up over herself to make herself decent while reaching for her phone, but her eyes are determined.

You chuckle softly and nod, going through the motions to trade numbers. She adds it into her contacts, then hugs you tightly. "Thank you," she whispers. "For everything. It was really good."

With a final kiss to her cheek, you extricate yourself from her arms and head for the door. "Anytime, Najila. Trust me, the pleasure was all mine. See you soon." And with a wink and a blown kiss, you're gone, out of her dorm room and down the dorm hallway.

It’s only a second later that you feel your phone buzz. You check it as you walk.

NAJILA: Hi, this in Najila

The message reads. You shoot a message back, and keep walking, feeling light on your feet as you keep moving right along, getting several more stolen glances on your way out of the dorm.

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