Get to know Michelle much better

Michelle takes a minute to get set-up at her workstation. As she waits for her stuff to boot, she glances over at you.

“How’s work going on?” she asks.

“Good. Fantastic, actually,” you reply, pointing eagerly at your screen. “See, I got the function to work correctly!”

“I did see you celebrating like a toddler at a birthday party,” she says drily. “Congratulations.”

“Look, I got to take my wins where I can get them,” you say.

Michelle covers the side of her face and chuckles, a husky thing that comes from deep within her throat. She’s hot. It’s in casual moments like these, with the way her hair falling to the side, exposing the arc of her neck and her exquisite features, that you marvel at how you lucked out working alongside such a beauty.

“When’s the last time you scored one?” she asks.

“Why, don’t you remember?” you ask. “It was with you!”

The sorority sister laughs, shaking her head.

“Surely that could not have been all that you’ve been up to,” she says. “I’m not known for putting out.”

“I’ve been up to some things,” you say, a cheeky smile crossing your face. “But I wouldn’t count them as wins. Not in the same way.”

“Really, you’d rather never cross third base with a girl than score a home run?” she asks.

“You girls all think that us guys all want the same thing,” you say. “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Tell me how, Alex,” Michelle says, leaning towards you in her chair. There’s a sparkle in her eye. Clearly, something here has caught her interest. The question is whether you can keep it.

“Getting someone to trust you is its own kind of high. There’s nothing in the world quite like it, building a genuine connection with someone,” you say. “It’s a much rarer, more refined high, if you ask me, then simply bedding some random girl just because you share some physical chemistry.”

Michelle smiles, her green eyes twinkling.

“Advancing beyond gen chem to pchem already,” she replies. “Precocious, aren’t you?”

“Now I’m thinking of tackling biochem,” you say. “You think you could give me some hands-on experience?”

You end the statement by placing a hand on her knee, inching it up daringly.

“Stop it with the cheesy pick-up lines,” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “I liked it better when you were talking about genuine connections.”

“Sorry. No more dumb jokes. I should have realised you wanted the authentic me. Makes it easier to trust, right?” you say. Michelle nods, ever so slightly. “It’s easy to get caught up in the stereotypical cycle of stupid pick-up lines, casual hook-ups, and then nothing more. It’s especially easy for that to happen when I’m with one as pretty as you.” Your hand shifts up her knee as you say so, brushing upwards towards her inner thighs. Michelle gasps slightly. “But now I know better. You’ve shown me that there’s a better way forward.”

She leans into you and plants a kiss on your lips. Despite everything that’s transpired, it still catches you off guard. You kiss her back, circling your other arm around her, pulling her body into yours, as your lips press against hers. She’s delicious soft, the warmth in her igniting something in you. She’s melting in your arms, panting.

Just as things are starting to get good, your hand on her thigh brushing up against her crotch, she pulls away.

“I can’t do this,” she says breathlessly.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have tried to—”

“No, not that,” she says. “I can’t do this here. Not when…”

She glances over her shoulder, in the direction of Professor Styles’ office. Right.

“My room is open,” you offer.

Nothing more needs to be said after that.

It’s a short matter of minutes before you and Michelle are all over your bed, kissing each other like the horny college kids you are. But the problem, you know—and she knows—isn’t this part. Your hands have slipped under her clothes, caressing her bare skin, drawing cute little moans out of her. You pause as your hands venture below her waistline, playing with the hem of her panties.

Michelle looks back at you, hesitating. Your hands linger by her, thumbing the waistband, as you wait for her to come to a decision. She bites her lip, and then shuts her eyes, murmuring “yes, do it.”

You resist the instinct to tear off her panties and ravage her. No, you’re pretty sure that you’re not going to fuck her. Today, it’s about making her feel right. You ease her panties off of her, her legs lifting to let you slide the garment off. Then, you approach her slowly, making eye contact with her as you lower your head to her pussy.

“Alex, be gentle,” she pleads, as your head settles inches away from her quivering heat.

“It’ll be softer than a cloud of marshmallows,” you say, stroking her legs reassuringly.

They part slightly more, giving you entrance. You lower your head to her wet pussy, beginning with a slow, feather-light stroke of your tongue across her slit.

“Ainghh,” Michelle groans, and you stop immediately, concerned that she’s in pain.

“Everything alright?” you ask.

“Good, keep going, just keep going,” she mutters, gripping your shoulder.

Her green eyes are wide as they watch you, her breaths coming fast as you lower your head once more. The feeling of being between Michelle’s legs like this is surreal, and you wonder as you continue to eat her out, drawing more of those little groans out, if you’re the first to have done it. Something tells you it could be the case, though it’s hard to know for certain. A sorority sister as hot as her has to have, right? Wasn’t there a Theta raffle just the other day about this very thing?

As you keep going, you feel her legs begin to relax around you. A quick glance at her face tells you the story. There’s a look of bliss there, her eyes squeezed shut. A smile crosses your own face as you go back down on her, not wanting to interrupt this moment that she’s having. You focus on keeping your tongue light, not pressing too hard against her, just delicate strokes that lap up her juices—with anyone else, this would be a masterclass in teasing.

But with Michelle, it seems to be exactly what she wants.

“Ainghh, oh, aah, aiiingghhhh,” she moans, her cries of almost-pain echoing through your room.

Her moans are a reward unto themselves. Though the minutes have grown long and your jaw’s beginning to ache, you soldier on. You can’t stop now. Each stroke of your tongue brings her closer to the edge, her cries growing louder and louder, her entire body seeming to tense for the big moment. You know you’ve got her close. You keep your focus, tongue flicking across her pussy, until you hit just the spot.

“Ohmygod, aiinnghh, oh, ohhhh, OH, AIIIII…”

Michelle’s thrashing on the bed before you, her voice pitched so high that you wonder how this is the woman who usually talks with such a husky voice. Her grip on your shoulder has become vise-like, tighter than you could have imagined. Her eyes are squeezed shut, lost in an ecstasy that you brought to her. Her nude form is the kind of art that the Renaissance masters couldn’t have dreamed up, and watching Michelle cum is a beautiful thing indeed.

As she comes down from her orgasm, she exhales hard, catching her breath.

“Everything feels warm and fuzzy,” she says. “Like… I’ve sunk into the biggest bubble bath in the world.”

“It’s good, isn’t it?” you smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

She nods, satisfied, and then stares down at herself. Her expression turns, and she suddenly grows self-conscious, covering her tits from your wandering gaze.

“I should get going,” she says, hurriedly putting on her panties again.

“You can stay,” you say, patting your bed.

“I really need to go,” Michelle says. “Work. You know how it is. But… thanks. That was good.”

“My pleasure,” you say, watching her get off your bed and slip on her clothes.

Michelle +20