Go to dinner

The day had been spent teasing each other relentlessly: accidental cleavage peeks through low-cut shirts or the flashes of her perfect ass cheeks as she bent over to tie her shoes. The scent of her perfume—a mix of gardenias and sensuality—would waft around you in seductive wisps, making it almost impossible for you to focus on anything else but what lay hidden beneath those tantalizing layers of fabric.

After your encounter in the classroom you two head back to your dorm room, both of you eager yet nervous about what was going to happen next. You had held onto this moment for so long—the thought of finally being with Jennifer, making love to her—and now that it was actually here, your hands were shaking like leaves caught in a hurricane wind.

Slowly, seductively, Jennifer turns around in front of you, in a stunning crimson-red strapless dress that clung tightly to her every curve—accentuating those breasts even more than you thought possible and hugging her ass cheeks so firmly that the outline of her panties was clearly visible through the thin fabric.

You can feel your cock growing harder than it’s ever been before, straining against your pants as you struggle to maintain some semblance of composure. “Jennifer...” is all you manage to croak out before she steps closer, her breasts pressing against your chest, her green eyes locking with yours.

She lifts up on tiptoes, a seductive smile playing at the corners of her lips as she trails a fingernail slowly down your neck, tracing a hot, tingling path down to where your pants tightened most eagerly against your growing erection. “Tonight’s going to be special,” she whispers into your ear before pulling away and sashaying across the room in that mesmerizing dress that seemed tailor-made for her curvaceous figure.

You stand there, frozen in place for a moment longer, the sight of Jennifer’s ass cheeks shaking enticingly as she walks away burned into your retinas. You finally tear your gaze away from that tempting view and quickly finish getting ready yourself—including smoothing down your pants to ensure they don’t betray the obvious bulge forming in your trousers.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself mentally as you step out of the dorm room. Jennifer reaches out a slender hand, and you take it without hesitation, feeling an electrical charge course through you both at the simple touch of skin on skin. She giggles softly against your ear before pulling away just enough to meet your gaze again. “Shall we?” she asks playfully, gesturing towards the elevator.

You nod wordlessly, unable to find your voice as you lead her down the hallway. The elevator doors open up just in time for you two to step inside together; she stands close enough that her breasts brush against your arm lightly with every breath she takes, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body.

“You look incredible,” you manage to **** out finally—as you help her into the back seat of your Uber.

“So do you.” she whispers back softly.

The ride to the upscale French restaurant was a blur of heated glances and stolen touches. When you arrived at the restaurant, you offer your arm gallantly, and Jennifer placed her delicate hand on yours as you guided her through the restaurant towards a secluded corner table you reserved.

You pull out the chair for Jennifer, and she gracefully sink into it, her dress hiking up just slightly enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her silky-smooth thighs before settling back into place again.

The food that followed was nothing short of heavenly and Jennifer is even more captivating in this softened environment. The bright sparkle in her eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a deeper sense of longing and desire that spoke volumes about how much she had missed you. She giggled at your corny jokes, leaned in close to whisper secret little confessions into your ear that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight—and occasionally brushed her fingers against yours underneath the table, sending electrifying shockwaves coursing through your body.

It felt like an eternity but before you know it, the dinner plates are cleared away, and you split a chocolate lava cake.

The ride back to the dormitory seemed even shorter this time around. Jennifer leans into you again as soon as you step out of the car, her breath warm against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You take the elevator up to your room together in complete silence, holding hands tightly—almost desperately so—as if afraid that one wrong move might break this perfect illusion of reality.

Finally, you are standing outside your door, both of you aware that this is it.