Second year at university

As soon as I was back on campus, I headed straight to the computer rooms for a bit of "me time". I took my place at the corner computer in the quietest computer room, knowing I was unlikely to be disturbed, and started watching and reading some of my favourite fetish porn. A big-titted bimbo was sitting on a guy's face, farting on him while he shat is underpants and she sucked his brother's cock. My hand was inside my own pants, stroking my cock, and I was so absorbed in what I was watching that I wasn't quick enough to notice that someone had walked up to the computer next to mine. I hurriedly removed my hand from my pants and minimised the windows, hoping they hadn't seen what I was doing or looking at.

I turned and my heart sank as I realised the person sitting next to me was none other than Gloria. She was wearing a pink low-cut top that accentuated her gorgeous cleavage. She flashed me a wonderful, captivating smile.

"Hello, you're back on campus early," she said. "Did I catch you working on something very hard?" She bit her lip as she said this last word, glancing at my crotch as she did so.

"Er, yeah, you might say that," I replied sheepishly.

"My name's Gloria," she said as if I didn't already know. "You're Brad, aren't you? You're one of the guys with the top five marks in the year."

"Yeah, that's right."

"You know we've got to do group work this semester. Fancy working with me? We should get to know each other better. I love a man who works hard" she offered, glancing at my crotch again. And of course I readily accepted.

A few weeks later, we had our group work assignment and Gloria and I met up in the library. She asked if I had any ideas about how to approach the assignment and I made some suggestions, expecting her to come up with something better. But she didn't offer anything, she readily accepted my ideas and complemented me on how clever I was. I was like putty in her hands, distracted by her incredible body. A bit later we agreed how to split up the work, but each time we met Gloria hadn't contributed anything to the assignment but charmed me into forgiving her. She would sit closer and closer to me. One day our faces were almost touching and I couldn't resist moving in for the kiss, but she turned her face to the side.

"Hey!" she said, "you're not my boyfriend!" I was taken aback, until she followed up with "...Unless you want to be?"

"I would love to," I said.

"Well, you'd better ask me out properly then," she smirked.

"Gloria, would you do me the honour of going out with me?" I asked, earnestly.

"Yes, Brad, I'd love to," she replied sweetly, and we kissed. It was soft and tender and my hands immediately reached for her body. She moaned at my touch, and I tentatively moved a hand to one of her incredible boobs. "Oi, not so fast," she said, swatting my hand away. "I'm a good girl, saving myself for when I get married to the right guy."

I was confused - that didn't stack up with what I had heard from everybody else. But I didn't want to upset her by telling her about the rumours I had heard.

I ended up doing all the work on the project that semester and I felt it wasn't going to score as well as the groups that had been more focused on it. Sometimes Gloria would often arrive late to our study sessions, sometimes a little breathless and her clothes dishevelled. One time she turned up and there was some white fluid splattered on her breasts.

"You seem to have something on you," I said, pointing it out. She giggled and scooped it up with her finger and sucked it. "Toothpaste," she explained. "I cleaned my teeth before I came."

I didn't want to not believe her, beguiled by her as I was. We went out socially a few times, to the cinema or to the student bar, and we continued to get to know each other better through the year. It became known that we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but the rumours continued to circulate about Gloria's alleged sexual escapades. More of the guys in my friendship group insisted they were fucking her frequently and were bewildered when I told them I hadn't bedded her yet, and that she was waiting to get married to the right guy before having sex with anyone. Eventually I fell out with my friends because I thought they were lying about my girlfriend and I wanted to protect her integrity.

We received our initial feedback for the group project and ours was in the bottom third of the year. Everyone was allowed another week to make tweaks to their work before it was formally submitted. Gloria told me not to worry, she would talk to the lecturers and make the changes to our project herself. I was dubious, but I didn't see her much over that week. In fact our lecturer was also seldom seen on campus and when he was, he looked tired and dazed. When our marks came back, Gloria and my project received the top marks for the year. When I looked over it to see what she had changed, I couldn't spot any differences but the feedback was exuberant.

As the second year drew to a close, Gloria invited me to visit her family home and meet her parents and siblings.