Try to smash some freshman pussy

As you nonchalantly round the corner where those watches disappeared around, you come nearly face to face with a diminutive girl, another two beating a hasty retreat behind her and disappearing as they turn around another corner. She's about 5'2" with brown skin, shoulder-length black hair and sharp, narrow brown eyes. She’s wearing a faded tee shirt that tent out with a pointy pair of what you guess are B-cups, a pair of cotton shorts, and fuzzy slippers, a towel over one shoulder, clearly having been on her way to shower before you distracted her. Her hips are slightly curved and her ass is small but tight, giving her a delicate, almost boyish figure, caught frowning up at you.

"Um, hi," she says awkwardly, eyes dropping to the floor, her cheeks flushing. "Are you― are you dating that tall girl I saw you with earlier?"

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

The girl’s entire demeanor changes in an instant. Her frown is replaced by a nervous smile, her hands going down to play with a corner of her towel before she mumbles something.

“What?” you ask, absentmindedly taking a step forwards to try and hear the girl’s tiny voice.

“Do you―” she shyly replies, struggling to get the words out of her mouth. “Do you maybe want to be my boyfriend?" She looks at you with hopeful eyes.

“Well, I, uh―” you reply, rubbing the back of your neck, more than a bit taken aback but flattered by her forwardness. “Could I at least get your name first before jumping into anything serious?" you suggest gently, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

“Oh! Yes!” she starts tripping over her words, “sorry, of course!” Her eyes search the floor for her name. “I’m― I’m Najila! It’s nice― very nice to meet you!”

“John,” you reply, “nice to meet you.”

“Very nice to meet you too,” Najila replies, blushing even harder. Your eyes travel down her frame to land at the slight curve of her hips. A light pink light. Not quite ovulating. Follicular phase, you feel something in the back of your head inform you.

“So Najila―” you start.

“Yes‽” she interrupts, eyes meeting your for half a second before dropping to look back at your shoes. “Sorry.”

"No problem,” you start again, “thank you for the offer Najila, but I’m not really in the market for a girlfriend right now.” A breeding partner on the other hand would certainly do you quite nicely, you think, your eyes traveling up and down her slight frame.

“Oh,” she replies, visibly deflating, “Sorry to trouble you,” she mopes, sounding on the verge of tears.

“Hey Najila,” you sigh.

“Yes‽” she replies, head jerking up a little.

You put your thumbs in your pocket and give her a smile. “Why don't you invite me back to your dorm room so we can get to know each other better, privately?"

You swear you see the girl shiver at the suggestion, before she starts enthusiastically nodding. “I would like that very much,” she adds.

You stand there for a couple seconds, Najila’s gaze pinned to the floor even as her face gets redder and redder, her breathing shallower and shallower, almost by the second.

“So, uh,” you finally hazard as another pair of freshmen walk by you, visibly interested in whatever you and Najila are doing standing gormlessly in the dorm hallway.

“Yes‽” she asks, glancing up to meet your gaze for another half second before returning to her staring match with the floor.

“Lead the way?” you suggest with a smile.

“What? Oh!” Najila replies, gears turning again. “Yes! Sorry. Uh. This way!” she says, nervously leads you down the hallway to her dorm room. Which gives you ample time to watch her slim hips sway with each step, her small, tight ass hugged by her thin cotton shorts.

She fumbles with her keys at the door, apologizing profusely. "Sorry, my roommate, she's, uh... she doesn't have the best hygiene and…" Najila drifts off, blushing. "So the room might smell a little... funky," she warns, wrinkling her nose cutely.

The faint scent of a woman's body odor wafts out as the door opens. It brings back memories of the inside of a little hut in a dark and alien wood, Vernius’s soft flesh against your skin, and her warm mouth around your rod. You try your best to paw your rapidly hardening member through your pants into a more comfortable position without her noticing as you enter her room.

Najila's dorm room is small and cluttered, with clothes strewn about and books piled haphazardly on desks and shelves. The smell of a woman's body odor lingers in the air, emanating from her roommate's unmade bed. You try to ignore it as best you can, not exactly appreciating how excited your cock is getting at the presence of that scent.

Najila sits on the edge of her bed, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shorts. "So, uh... what did you want to talk about?" she asks shyly, her cheeks still flushed.

You take a seat beside her, your pant leg brushing against her skin. "Oh, you know... just getting to know each other better," you reply with a smirk. "How old are you, by the way?"

"I'm 19," she answers, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm a freshman here. How about you?"

“I’m 21, a junior, but I just started here after finishing a couple years of Junior College,” you reply. “What are you studying?”

“I’m in the biotechnology program,” she replies, still fidgeting nervously. At some point her elbow bumps yours and instantly you feel that increasingly familiar electric sensation of knowledge flooding invisibly across from her skin to yours.

She is seventy-seven seasons old. Completely untouched. Malleable. You feel yourself raise an eyebrow at that. Hers is a big family; aunties asking when she will be married, a teta asking where her grandkids are. She and her family are devout, praying daily to their god of the crescent moon. A false god, something in the back of your head comments. She is happy, happy to be out of the stifling tyranny of cousins and aunties trying to play matchmaker for her. She wants four. One less than her own mother. Very fertile stock. Ready. Aroused.

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