Go to lunch

You swallow hard, barely able to contain your excitement as you watch Jennifer move gracefully around the small dorm room. She’s wearing a tight-fitting black tank top that hugs her curves perfectly, accentuating her ample cleavage and showing off her flat stomach.

As she bends over to grab a pair of flip flops from her bag that your heart nearly explodes out of your chest seeing her shaved pussy glistening back at you.

Her brunette hair cascades down her back like silk, and those captivating green eyes of hers flash seductively in your direction as if she knows exactly what she’s doing. And damn it all, she does know.

Jennifer stands up straight again, turning slightly to give you one last teasing glimpse of her perfect ass before pulling the tiny black bikini bottoms panties up her slender legs. You immediately recognize them as the pair of lacy panties that she wore the night you too snuck out to the lake sophomore year—the same ones she’d flashed you in the backseat just before leaning over and giving you your first handjob.

You struggle to keep your voice steady, feeling like a nervous schoolboy again. “...You look amazing.”

Jennifer wiggles her hips teasing you and turns around to face you fully. Your gaze drifts downwards once again, drawn irresistibly towards the tight denim jeans as she reaches down and grabs hold of the waistband of her jeans, slowly pulling them up over those tantalizing black panties.

The fabric stretches tightly across her ass cheeks, emphasizing every delicious curve before finally covering them up completely—but not before giving you one last sneak peek at the lacy edge poking out just slightly at the top of her ass crack.

Jennifer grabs your hand and leads you out of the room, her body brushing against yours provocatively as she guides you down the hallway toward the elevator. The whole way down to the lobby, your mind is awhirl with thoughts of what lies ahead for tonight—and you can feel her enjoying every bit of your evident arousal as much as you’re reveling in hers.

When you finally reach the student union, you take her to a small but cozy little cafe tucked away amidst the bustling hubbub of students rushing around, Jennifer insists on treating you to lunch. You watch with eager anticipation as she saunters over to order your meals, her hips swaying enticingly underneath those tight jeans—and when she turns around and catches you staring, she winks at you playfully before leaning in close and whispering conspiratorially into your ear.

“I’ve got all day and all night for us to explore every single inch of you,” her breath tickling deliciously against your earlobe as goosebumps erupt over your entire body in response.

You try desperately not to groan aloud but fail spectacularly when she squeezes your hand with just the right amount of pressure, sending electrifying shockwaves coursing through both of you.

Over lunch, you tell Jennifer all about your classes and professors just like it was two friends eating lunch, but there’s an underlying current running beneath all their playful banter that both of you are acutely aware of: the simmering desire between you is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore or deny.

Once you finish eating you head out to show her around campus. Holding hands tightly, you wander through the sprawling campus, you stop under an old oak tree where you would often hang out between classes when you didn’t want to walk back to the dorms.

Jennifer giggles softly as you pull her closer against your body, nuzzling her neck teasingly. “What are you thinking about?” She asks coyly, arching her back ever so slightly to encourage more of those delightful little nibbles on her neck and shoulders.

“Well,” you say huskily, the adrenaline coursing through your veins making it almost impossible for you to keep up this charade of casual indifference much longer, “if you were going to school here, I don’t think I’d ever get any learning done with all these... distractions.”

Jennifer giggles again, her breath catching lightly as your hand slips underneath her shirt, brushing softly against the bare skin of her stomach. “What? Innocent little me. Just how could I distract you?” She asks teasingly, leaning closer still so that your bodies are practically pressed against each other.