Miranda can barely control herself

Peter grabbed a heaping pile of the mediocre food served on-campus, and grabbed a table outside to eat. He was really enjoying himself -- the fresh morning air, already warming in the SoCal fall, felt great. There weren't many people up and about this early on Saturday on a college campus, so it was quiet and uncrowded.

As he was finishing up his plate and contemplating seconds, he saw Miranda Kim approaching the dining hall. He had no idea what their relationship was going to be like now -- was last night just a one-time thing? He wasn't so naive to daydream about actually dating her. Normally, he would've just...hid, or tried to avoid her. But for some reason, he found himself standing up and walking boldly right up to her.

She started a little bit on seeing him, but waited with an unreadable expression on her face.

Peter's body was confident but his brain and tongue were still not. After an awkward pause, he managed a hesitant "Uh so how was the party last night?", and his sexy TA just quirked a strange half-smile back.

Unbeknownst to him, Miranda was so measured in her reactions because she was fighting to stay calm. As soon as Peter approached, an animal part of her brain started screaming at her to rip his clothes off and ravage his body to get some of Peter's sweet, sweet cum. She was trying to maintain control.

"Are...are you here for some breakfast?" Peter continued, lamely.

"We need to talk. Let's go somewhere private." Miranda finally got out. She was able to convince herself it was just to talk, but that hindbrain voice knew that as she as he had a semblance of privacy, she was gonna extract a huge load out of his nice cock. "Follow me."

Miranda whirled in her pink flipflops and Peter obediently followed her sweatpant-clad bubble butt around the corner into the library. This early, nobody would be there. Inside, the morning light filtered in through shuttered windows, and the air was filled with that distinct smell of books that every library had.

She used her ID to buzz them into one of the rooms used for study groups, then closed and locked the door behind Peter when he came in.

An awkward silence filled the room. Peter started stammering out, "Uh, so about yesterday, I'm really sorry about your hoodie--"

"Just shut up and take off your pants!" Miranda interrupted.

Peter was confused, but not stupid. Even just following her on the short walk over, watching her sexy little ass swaying in her sweats, smelling the faint smell of her shampoo wafting behind her, his low-grade horniness had returned in full ****. He wasn't expecting a repeat of last night, but if the sexy Korean girl was down, he was very happy to comply.

He yanked off his pants, and his massive erection sprang out into the air-conditioned room. It bobbed a little bit in the cool air.

"Wow," Miranda breathed. "You're even bigger than yesterday, I think! You are something special, huh?"

Peter flushed under the praise and then realized she wasn't looking at him, but his dick, proudly standing at attention. Hmm, it was even bigger. 24 hours ago Peter had been below average, but now he had a legit pornstar cock. Miranda's glistening lips were parted now, and her pretty brown eyes seemed glazed over with lust as she slowly descended to her knees in front of him. Oh shit, I'm going to get a BLOWJOB, Peter thought to himself giddily. He fixed the mental image in his mind. The pretty Asian coed, tanned skin, black hair dyed blonde, perfect teeth, kneeling submissively before his raging boner.

"I'm gonna take good care of you," Miranda whispered huskily, and leaned forward to capture the tip of his cock gently between her soft lips.