Tell Griffin to Reach Out - It’s Time to Get Laid

“Hey Griffin, do you mind texting Elsie? Tell her that you’ve got someone to recommend to her right now,” you say.

Griffin’s phone is still out, but he hesitates. “I’m not really sure that I want to message her. I’ve already ignored so many texts from her…”

“Come on man, it’s not that bad. Do it for me,” you say. “If you’re ignoring her texts anyways, what does it matter if you get a few more from her?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll make the introduction,” Griffin says. He taps out a message, looks pointedly at you, and then sends it. “There, you’re connected. Do whatever you want, you’re on your own now.”

“Thanks, it means a lot,” you say, pulling out your phone. You see a stream of notifications pouring in from Elsie already, and Griffin only grunts in response as he goes to put away his plate.

In the span of a few seconds, Elsie has let you know that she too is free for the next few hours, the address to her apartment (why isn’t she living in the dorms like the other freshmen?) and that she is extremely excited to meet you. You let her know that you’re on the way, and this gets a heart react and the words “omg can’t wait” in response. It’s only a split second before you swing your bag over your shoulder and head straight for the door.

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Elsie’s apartment is on the other side of campus, where things look a little more upscale and modern. You hit the buzzer, and hear a staticcy “Come in!”

Your heart racing in anticipation, you bound up the stairs and come across an open doorframe. Where’s the door? You peer into what looks like a regular (albeit very clean and well composed) apartment. You recognise the decor from a few of the photographs that you were ogling just a few minutes ago. The room looks much better when there’s a scantily clad bombshell posing in it.

“Come on in, there’s a reason there’s no door,” Elsie calls out. “No need to be shy. We both know why you’re here.”

“I was just admiring the space, it looks real nice,” you say, walking in. You see Elsie sitting by her dining table, working over the photocopies of some ancient looking Hebrew texts. She’s wearing a black top with spaghetti straps, and a pair of very form-fitting jeans that show off her ass.

Elsie

“What a coincidence! I happen to think that too,” Elsie says. “Give me a second - I just have to finish up my thought here.”

You take a seat next to her, watching her scan over the document, annotating it with a sharpie. You can’t tell what she’s doing, but it sure doesn’t look like regular classwork.

“So, aren’t you going to ask me about what I’m doing? Don’t worry, I’ll satisfy your curiosity anyways. You’re probably thinking that I’m working on some ancient Hebrew translations. Well, if you had been here in the spring, you would have been right, but it’s fall now, so it’s a whole new ball game. Want to guess what language this is?”

“It looks like Hebrew to me,” you say, a little confused about the situation. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to be a freshman? Why were you at Stonewall last year?”

“I went to the local high school, duh. I got involved with research with a professor here specialising in ancient semitic languages. He was pretty **** about letting a high schooler handle the documents at first, even if I did know my shit… but then I gave a full display of my talents. He was, needless to say, very pleased with my performance, and so now I’ve been working with him for two years.

“Oh, also? Not Hebrew you dolt. I even told you as much. This is Judeo-Arabic. It’s written in the Hebrew script, but it’s Arabic. God, the numbskulls that I have to deal with sometimes. Just kidding, you look pretty hot, which is why you’re here. I sure wish Griffin would swing by more often though - you mind telling him that I’m looking for him?”

“Erm… yeah, I’ll pass the word along,” you say, not quite sure of what you’ve gotten yourself into. “So, what exactly are you translating? The Qur’an or something like that?”

“Nah, hundreds of people have done that already. This is a rare work of art, from Andalusia. It’s an ancient translation of a translation of an ancient translation. More specifically, some Sassanian merchant got hold of a copy of the kama sutra in the early 600s, and did a cockshit job of translating it. But nevertheless, his translation somehow made its way to Andalusia (cause people are horny everywhere apparently), where this document -“ she points at the photocopies spread over her desk “- was written. It’s delicious. You see this part?”

You nod, unsure of where this digression is going, though the kama sutra does sound intriguing to you.

“Hmm… you know what, I’ll tell you about it later. Let’s fuck.”

With that, Elsie hops off her chair and pulls on your arm, dragging you towards her bedroom, which too does not have a door. You wonder how her neighbours deal with the noise, but the thought is wiped away as her lips press against yours, and she pushes you onto the bed. You kiss back passionately, feeling her body melt into you, a hand running under your shirt and up your chest, giving your muscles a quick squeeze, and she sighs into your mouth, breaking away. There’s a wild look in her brown eyes.

“I want to taste your cock, but I want you inside of me,” Elsie says, peeling off her top, her boobs popping out. The sight of her luscious tits - they must be C-cups, you think - distract you from what she’s saying, but you manage to catch the tail end of it as your shirt comes off. “so that means we’re 69-ing.”

You have hardly a second to process what she’s saying before she gets your zipper down and tugs out your cock. A wicked smile crosses her face as her head descends, blowing hot air over the tip of your cock.

“I’m not sucking it ’til your tongue’s in me,” she says, squeezing your shaft. You pull her onto the bed and practically rip off her jeans, **** to feel her hot lips around you, and she wiggles her bare ass into your face. She wasn’t wearing panties, and you see her glistening pussy lips. Without hesitating, you take the plunge, running your tongue along her folds and getting a first taste of her juices. As you dip your tongue in for a moment, you feel a warm sensation envelope your cock, and you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure.

She’s a fucking pro at giving blowjobs, and you feel her teasing you by swirling across your tip, before diving down and taking in your length. You do your best to reciprocate, trying different things with your tongue, until a circular pattern sends a shiver running down her back.

“More,” you hear her **** out with your cock in her mouth, and you involuntarily thrust upwards, pushing further into her mouth. You almost pull back, but she begins deepthroating you, and you groan out loud. You continue eating her out with that same circular motion, and with the way that she’s bucking against your face, you know that she’s feeling the same way.

You carry on for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of her hot mouth working over your cock, while you pleasure her with your mouth. She gradually speeds up, her lips forming a tight seal. You struggle to keep your load in, focusing on your own oral skills, trying to distract yourself for as long as possible, focusing on the salty-sweet taste and not the way her tongue plays across your shaft, but it’s too much.

Just as you feel like you’re about to blow your load, she pulls off with a soft pop. “Can’t have you cumming just yet,” she whispers, switching to giving you a slow hand job.

You extricate your tongue from her pussy for a second - “Put it back in!” is all you manage, before she shoves her butt back into your face, and you obligingly continue eating her out.

“I’ll let you pick where you want to put your cock next,” she says, speeding up her hand job, and in that moment, all you want to do is fuck her ____

Griffin -25
Elsie +100