Try to smash some freshman pussy & meet a familiar face

As you nonchalantly round the corner where those watches disappeared around, you come nearly face to face with a freshman girl, another two beating a hasty retreat behind her and disappearing as they turn around another corner.

You instantly recognize her as the brunette from last night on Greek Row, the one who was rolling with the ginger girl that was ovulating. The brunette girl's face is cute, with large, expressive eyes that are framed by long, dark lashes. She has a warm, olive complexion that suggests to you that she is probably of Mediterranean or Hispanic heritage.

She has rich, dark brown hair that appears naturally curly, cascading down to her shoulders in loose ringlets. You can't help but notice the way her T-shirt stretches across her chest, revealing the outline of her firm and perky torpedo-shaped breasts and their lack of support from a bra. Her hips are slender, flaring out from her tiny waist before tapering down to her toned, shapely legs.

"You," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "You were that guy who stepped in front of me so that you could hit on Reagan without giving me a second glance last night."

You can clearly tell that something is bothering her, other than her attitude. Her breathing is shallow and her eyes lidded as she takes a step closer to you. As she looks up at you, her full, pink lips curve into a pout that is both alluring and accusatory.

"I'm Jennifer, by the way," she says, her voice still low and accusatory. "And I didn’t much appreciate you hitting on my friend right in front of me."

“John, nice to meet you I guess,” you say, taking a step back and chuckling, put on the back foot by the intensity of this little woman’s gaze.

"Was that tall girl you were walking with your girlfriend?" she asks, her eyes narrowing and glancing over your shoulder for a moment.

You blink, realizing she must be talking about Kathrine. "Oh, no, that's just my sister," you explain with a chuckle.

"Oh. So then, do you have a girlfriend?" Jennifer asks, her voice still low and accusatory.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend," you reply, shaking your head.

Jennifer's eyes narrow as she takes another step closer to you. "Well, if you really want to make up to me then maybe you should come with me for a minute so I can give you a piece of my mind, in private." You see a mischievous glint in her eye, and feel your cock throb, already raring for action again.

“Gladly,” you answer, voice dripping with excitement.

As you follow Jennifer to her dorm room, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within you. She seems so confident and self-assured, her hips swaying seductively with each step. You watch, mesmerized by the way her long, dark hair cascades down her back, glinting in the sunlight that filters through the windows.

When you reach her dorm room, Jennifer opens the door and marches inside, clearly expecting you to follow. As you step into the room, you see her roommate, a mousy blonde girl, sitting on her bed with a textbook open in front of her.

"Get out," Jennifer says sharply, not even looking at the other girl. "I need the room for a bit."

The blonde girl looks up, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of you standing in the doorway. She shoots a confused look at you and a hateful look at Jennifer before quickly gathering her things and scurrying out of the room.

Once the door closes behind her, Jennifer turns to face you, her eyes still narrowed and her lips still curved in that alluring pout. "Sit," she says, pointing to the desk chair.

You sit down on the desk chair as instructed, your eyes never leaving Jennifer's fiery gaze. She stands in front of you, hands on her hips, emphasizing her slender waist and flared hips.

"Listen up, dick," she begins, her voice low and tutting. "I don't appreciate being ignored while you hit on my friend. What kind of guy does that, huh?"

You open your mouth to respond, but she cuts you off with a sharp gesture.

"Don't even try to make excuses. You're just lucky I think that you are hot enough to give you a chance to make it up to me."

With that, she steps closer, her hips now level with your face. You can smell the faint scent of her arousal, flowery and sweet, mixed with the fruity scent of her shampoo. Your heart races as she leans down, her hands gripping your shoulders for balance.

"I'm going to give you a taste of what you missed out on last night," she whispers. Her lips brushing against your ear, knowledge flashing across from her skins to yours like imprisoned lightning. Seventy four seasons old. Untouched. Hers is a large family; a grandmother playing matchmaker, pointed questions about the boys that even so much as leer at her, frustration at their overbearance. She and her family are deeply pious; a vision of a haloed mother holding a holy infant. Still a false god, a voice states, but you also feel something like a static charge buzz through you at that vision, approval perhaps? She is anxious. Unsure but confident. Aroused. Quite aroused.

"And you better make it worth my while, or you'll regret it,” she adds, finally bringing you back to the mortal realm, wrapping her slight arms around your neck.

She settles herself onto your lap, her firm, round ass pressing down against your growing erection. Immediately, she begins working her hips slowly back and forth on yours. You groan softly as she grinds down against you, your hands automatically reaching up to grip her hips.

"That's right," she purrs, her lips now trailing along your jawline. "You want this, don't you? All of a sudden you want to fuck me like you wanted to fuck Reagan."

Your fingers dig into her hips as she continues to grind against you, her lips now hovering just above yours.

"Kiss me," she demands, her voice breathy with desire.

You oblige, your lips crashing against hers in a searing kiss. She moans into your mouth, her tongue tangling with yours as her hands make fists in your hair. You can feel her nipples, hard and pebbled, pressing against your chest through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a hand grab yours, guiding your hands up from her hips to cup her breast, squeezing and kneading the firm, C-cup mounds. Jennifer breaks the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back as she grinds her hips harder against you.

"Touch me. Make me feel good," she breathes, her fingers tightening in your hair.

You oblige, your thumbs stroking over her hard nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She whimpers, her hips bucking against yours as she seeks more friction.

"More," she demands, her voice high and needy. "I need more."

You waste no time in complying, your hands sliding under her shirt to push it up and over her head. You take a moment to admire the sight of her bare, olive-toned skin, her breasts proudly on display.

"So pretty," you murmur, your hands reaching up to cup her breasts once more. "So soft and perfect," you add, groping the warm titflesh. They’re pert, tipped in big pink areolas that surround her hard little nipples.

Jennifer preens under your praise, her back arching to push her breasts further into your hands. You lean forward, taking one hard, pink nipple into your mouth and sucking hard.

"Oh fuck," Jennifer gasps, her hands flying to the back of your head to hold you in place as you suck. "Yes, just like that. Keep doing that. Suck on my tits."

You happily oblige, your tongue swirling around the hard peak before you move to the other breast to give it the same treatment. Jennifer is now writhing in your lap, her hips grinding frantically against your throbbing erection.

You continue to lavish attention on her sensitive breasts, your mouth alternating between sucking and gently nibbling on her hard, pink nipples. She coos and whimpers above you, her fingers tightening in your hair as she wordlessly urges you on.

"What do you think of my tits?" she asks breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Do you like how they feel in your mouth?"

You moan your approval, your hands kneading the soft flesh as you continue to suckle at her breasts. She gasps in response, her hips bucking against yours as she grinds down against your erection.

Suddenly, she pulls back, her hands leaving your hair to push at your shoulders. "That's enough of that," she says, her voice still breathy but now tinged with a hint of mischief. "Watch me," she orders, standing up and stepping back from you.

Jennifer begins to slowly undress, her eyes locked on yours as she slides her shorts down her long, toned legs. She steps out of them gracefully, revealing a pair of panties that leave little to the imagination, already damp and pulled tight against her pussy lips in a distinctive camel toe. You can see the outline of her hairless pussy lips through the thin fabric, and your cock twitches in response.

"Like what you see?" she asks, a smirk playing on her full, pink lips as she notices your reaction.

Jennifer turns around, bending over to give you a better view of her ass as she slowly slides her panties all the way down her legs. You can't help but groan as you take in the sight of her smooth, hairless pussy, already glistening with accumulated arousal.

Jennifer straightens up, turning to face you once more. She smirks as she takes in your expression, clearly enjoying the effect she's having on you.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asks, her tone teasing. "Come and get me, big boy."

You stand up, crossing the short distance between you in two strides. Jennifer lets out a small squeak as you scoop her up into your arms, bridal style.

"Such a gentleman," she purrs, her arms wrapping around your neck as you carry her the short distance to her bed. "I could get used to this."

You lay her down gently on the bed, your eyes roaming over her naked body. Jennifer's skin is smooth and flawless, her breasts splayed out to either side of her frame, her waist tiny, and her hips flaring out to form a little hourglass figure.

"Hurry up and undress already," Jennifer says, her voice impatient. "I want to see what I'm working with here."

You quickly shed your clothes, your eyes never leaving hers. Once you're fully naked, Jennifer sits up, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of your cock.

"Wow," she breathes, reaching out to wrap her hand around your thick shaft. "You're even bigger than I thought you'd be." She slowly strokes her hand up and down your length, her eyes locked on your dong.

Jennifer pulls her hand away, holding her arm up next to your cock to compare the size. "Damn, you're almost as long as my forearm," she says, her voice tinged with awe. "And so thick too."

She looks up at you, her eyes dark with lust.

OOC: As always feel free to drop questions, comments, or suggestions for the next chapter as a comment!