Gabrielle

You give Emma a sympathetic smile. "Have fun," you say, standing up. You do your best to ignore the way she puts on a nonchalant expression, poorly hiding her disappointment. When you set your sights on Gabrielle, however, Emma is soon forgotten. The blonde bombshell hasn't moved, and is watching the pairs of girls making out with one another with some contempt.

You don't bother with a verbal introduction: time to put into practice the communication of body language that Mr Clarke kept talking about. In two confident strides you cross the room to Gabrielle, place a hand behind her head and tenderly kissing her mouth. To her credit, Gabrielle doesn't hesitate for even a moment, resting her hands on your hips as she gently caresses your lips with hers, closing her kaleidoscopic blue eyes as she does so.

Following your teacher's example, you kiss for several seconds, then release her. Gabrielle's long lashes slowly open as she looks up at you.

"Hmmm. Better than I was expecting," she comments haughtily, "but rather flawed." She has a soft French accent, which only enhances her silky smooth voice.

"How so?" you ask.

"Your lips slipped at one point. Your hands were too weak. And your kiss was too aggressive."

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, but Gabrielle merely casts you an unimpressed look.

"Well then, I suppose I'll have to try, try, try again," you say determinedly, and step towards her. In one swift motion, you place a hand at the back of her waist, the other behind her neck, and kiss her deeply. For a moment, Gabrielle doesn't move - but then she parts her lips, and accepts your tongue into her mouth.

As she places a hand on your biceps, you bend her backwards, still kissing her passionately, until you stagger onto a sofa, your arms still wrapped around one another. Your snog grows more intense, and Gabrielle's elegant hands scrape across your back as she leans closer to you, pressing her large breasts against your chest, sending your dick all the way to maximum stiffness. Man, she is a good kisser. You could do this for hours, days, years... Your tongue explores her warm mouth, as your hand starts to venture down to cup her butt. Just before you get there, Gabrielle pulls back, leaving you with your lips still parted blissfully.

You lean back, satisfied with your performance. The stunning French girl in front of you certainly reacted well - her busty chest is still heaving. "Well, how was that?" you ask her.

Gabrielle languidly reclines against the sofa, ever a portrait of elegance. "Passionate, and enticing, certainly," she muses. "I might even say, enthralling. But still, imperfect, and with any other partner your inflexibility would have been obvious."

"Round three, then?" you suggest. "We could try a different style...?"

"...No," says Gabrielle, smirking with some contempt at you. "I don't think so."

Her tone of voice and body posture suggest a finality to that statement, so you wisely decide not to push her further. Instead, you move onto practicing kissing the other girls, Emma first. They're all truly excellent kissers - and you learn a lot, having to adapt to each different technique and style your partners use - but it's simply not on the same level as Gabrielle's kissing. Only Emma can match the French girl's perfectly sized soft lips, and none of them possess the same easy grace as her - that elegance in every touch which makes you feel like you've slipped into a wonderful daydream.

As you leave Mr Clarke's classroom with Emma, you tell yourself that this university is rammed full of sexy, horny girls, who could be just as amazing... but whenever you close your eyes, you can't help but see Gabrielle's seductive cherry-red lips before you.

• Emma -2%
• Gabrielle +5%
• Skill +2%