Well not immedeately,

but not long before I heard her groan in frustration. What would have been a bad sign in any other situation made my head spin. Could it really be? Had she really been doing what I thought I „felt” her doing? Could still be a coincidence, right?

I heard movement of an undistinct sort and shortly after that I heard steps. I concentrated and I think I could feel Mary's presence approaching, her mind raving with frustration, anger and arousal. She opened the door wearing loose pyjamas pants and an old t-shirt. Even through the loose clothing I could perceive her athletic frame, her nipples poked through the fabric and her hair was a messy mane of blonde curls. "Hey D. What's up?" she said obviously not very happy to see me. "Hi Mary, uh. I uh..." Great entry, D! I thought to myself. Then I decided to act on the situation. "I'm sorry Mary if I interrupted you." I felt a rush of shame and insecurity running down my spine and I saw Mary blush a little in front of me. "No, no. It's... It's just I was going to bed already watching TV and uhm" Now it was Mary, the always cheerful, sexy blond who was stuttering but she quickly regained her usual light hearted attitude. "Ah never mind. Long nights this weekend. I'm just tired and there's a long day ahead. What's up?" "Ah, yes, sorry. I was going to ask if I could borrow some flour or something." "Or something?" Now I was blushing and she gave me a smile. "Sure, why not come on in. The others aren't home yet. I'm sure we'll find something in the kitchen."

I followed her to the kitchen, her firm round ass in front of me. In the kitchen she started to check cupboards for flour. I swear she knew where it was, but she made me watch just for the fun of it. When she reached for the uppermost cupboard, standing on the tip of her toes, she stretched and her shirt slid up. I saw the toned skin of her back, he spine, arching, the sweet and sexy dimples above her fine ass, the string of her string above the waistband of her loose pants. She was so hot. I felt my Cock twitching and my own desire rushed over my me, it built up in my guts and mixed with the energy I felt before.

When she turned around and handed me the flour, she chuckled. „Here you are. Take the whole thing, D.” I wanted to take the flour and as I did, our fingers touched. He skin warm and soft as I had felt it before in my mind. Memories and new sensations violently flooded my mind. I couldn't help. I wanted to feel her lust again and I instinctively reached out to her in my mind. I felt the energy deep in the center of my body stir. Like a bolt of lightning it zapped through me and connected to her where our fingers touched. In a split second I had the mixed feelings of us both and I saw Mary react. She opened her eyes wide, her mouth ajar. She blushed noticeably and even panted a little bit. The same happened to me I think. I felt hot, I felt myself blushing, my cock twitching and my heart racing.

That was all too much for me. Also I didn't know the nature of these sensations back then. As far as I was concerned, I was most likely experiencing a psychotic episode.

So I made some insecure and quite distracted attempts at small talk although I noticed some change in Mary's behavior. When I was finally going to leave, Mary looked at me and bit her lower lip. Before she opened the door for me, she looked me in the eye, then she looked to her feet and back to me. „D. you probably wanna go cook, but if you're not in hurry, wanna watch some Shows with me? I could use a beer I think.”

I was taken by surprise and after some „uhms” and „ahs” I said, „Yeah sure. why not.” I placed the flour on a shelf near the door, Mary grabbed two small beers from their fridge, handed me one and said, „come in.” Her room was small and simple. It had a bed, a small TV, her desk with a computer, history books everywhere a wardrobe and a few pictures of her friends - mostly snapshots taken at parties. She pointed to her bed, „take a seat.” I had no shoes on that I could have taken off, so I sat on the bed we clinked our bottles and began drinking. The TV showed some sitcom show and Mary started talking about the weekend. How she missed a train and almost spent an entire night at a station in the middle of nowhere. How lucky she was, that she found another student heading back to university, how they shared a cab and made it to another station just in time for the last train. She talked about upcoming exams and history classes that were super important but equally boring... I honestly don't know what I talked about.

She finished her beer, placed the empty bottle on the drawer. „Thanks, I needed that.” With this words, she leaned against me. I finished my beer too but I didn't dare to leave with her leaning against me and when the position became uncomfortable, I followed her body's invitation, to lay back. She snuggled against me and took my arm to cover her. Of course I gladly accepted and began to carefully fondle her messy blonde mane in admiration. I laid my head down and took in her scent. When I noticed, she was in agreement of my actions I caressed her slender neck and kissed it gently. Again I felt my center stir. Not really knowing what was going on with me, I concentrated on her as she turned around. Now laying on her back, she turned her head towards me and planted a hesitant kiss on my lips. I was already horny but when we kissed and I concentrated on her, I could feel her arousal too. What had been a stirring energy or simply a weird feeling in my guts, turned to wildfire threatening to consume not only my senses, but my whole world. I could feel her burning desire that had built up when I interrupting her on her way to her climax before. I am not sure whose feelings I felt more intense and I couldn't make sense of what I experienced but I remember how I started to explore her body with my hands. I felt her toned belly, explored her almost flat chest. I kissed my way down her neck and slid her shirt up. She took my shirt off in the process but I was too focused on her pleasure, to let her proceed. I kissed my way down to her pyjamas pants and slid them down. The sleek skin of her thighs made me shiver and I carefully kissed my way up to her paradise. She was indeed freshly shaven as I was sure to have perceived it before. I still remember her taste and smell. Salty and intense, without the sweet notion that I knew from Lara. Seriously no other girl ever had this distinct salty sweet taste to her juices. But let's get back to Mary and me in her student's den, shall we?

I carefully touched her labia and kissed her clit. I slid my tongue through her crevice and watched in amazement as her athletic body arched. Her fingers clinged to my hair and pressed me against her as I feverishly pushed my tongue into her vagina. My left hand grabbed her surprisingly soft and very small tits with her erect nipples and with my right hand I rubbed her clit or I simply enjoyed the sensation of her muscles working under her soft skim when I sucked that little pearl and stroked it with my tongue.

At one point she laid her legs over my shoulders, crossed them behind my back and rested her bare feet on my back. I was totally enwrapped in her body, which was overflowing with pleasure. I almost forgot my own arousal as I pursued her climax that I had prevented only a short while before - I mean you need to make up for your mistakes, don't you? Her initially silent moans grew a little louder, clearly she was not a screamer but she had her ways of showing her pleasure. And when she approached orgasm, she pressed her clit violently against my mouth with her hips and her legs strongly supported her in this effort. I didn't care and grabbed her bucking hips, pulled her against my face and when she finally came, she released my hair, made a very hot sighing noise and let her hands fall on either side of me. Her hips still bucked but the pressure her legs were putting on my back decreased until she opened her legs wide. Panting she smiled at me and laughed slightly embarrassed as she saw my probably red face, smeared with her juices and my saliva.

I quickly cleaned my face and laid next to her, holding her as she came down from her high. I was still wearing my jeans, my cock was still hard, but I took her taking her tanga on and moving her shirt down as a sign that she was not up to play some more. I held her, gave her some hugs and did generally my best, to make her feel comfortable. She thanked me in a somewhat shy and low voice and explained that she couldn't do more with me. I told her that it was okay and after another sitcom episode we made a weird goodbye without any kisses and I left, taking the flour which I used to make some pancakes I devoured after getting high and watching some porn.