It all started out innocently enough, like these things often do. Paul and Michelle were college classmates, with a big World History test to study for. Since the women's dorm is always so uptight about men in the building, Michelle went to Paul's room to study. She tried to focus on the book, and not to think about the fact that she was sitting on a dorm-room bed with the best looking guy on campus.
The room was getting warm. Was her heat from thinking about Paul too much? "Oh, great," Michelle complained. "The air conditioning would break on a hot October day, with a major test tomorrow." There was nothing to do now but to open a couple of buttons, to let what little cool air there was in the room, into her blouse. To Michelle's surprise and delight, Paul unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his own shirt, too.
Michelle noticed Paul glancing down into her blouse. "That leopard-print bra you're wearing is pretty exotic," he grinned. "I hope your boyfriend appreciates it."
Instinctively, Michelle replied, "I don't have a boyfriend." Then she berated herself for saying this. "Oh, nice going, Michelle," she told herself. "Tell him you're single, encourage him. Great going!"
"Too bad," Paul smiled. "You are not only the smartest woman on campus, with a warm and friendly personality, but you also have a very beautiful bustline. You deserve a man who can appreciate you."
Michelle wanted to get sarcastic with a line like "Oh, and I suppose you think you're that man?" But somehow she found herself saying, "Your chest is pretty beasy on the eyes yourself." Then she silently scolded herself: "God, Michelle, why are you encouraging this man?" Then she looked Paul up and down, licking her lips. "Oh, yeah, because he's so damned cute, that's why."
Paul leaned in to kiss Michelle, and Michelle leaned in to kiss Paul, their lips meeting somewhere in that middle ground between them. "Where the hell did that come from?" Michelle wondered to herself. She needed to study for the test, in fact they both needed to. They had no previous romantic interest in each other. So why were they kissing now?
"He's a great kisser, though," Michelle thought. "I wouldn't mind another." She leaned in again, and this time, when Paul leaned toward her, he started to lose his balance. Instinctively, Paul's hand reached out to her breast, to stabilize himself. Michelle normally would have screamed at any guy for touching her like that. But somehow with Paul, she didn't complain. After all, it had been an accident. And his touch there did feel pretty nice. She made no effort to remove his hand from her breast, or to back her body away from his hand. In fact, she leaned in closer, to steal a third kiss from Paul, and in the process, to make his hand press into her breast just a little bit harder now.
"Mmmm! This is nice, Paul," she told him, no longer afraid to encourage him.
Paul actually pulled down her top and her bra with his teeth now. "Hmm," Michelle wondered to herself now. "He's a great kisser, he can remove clothing with his teeth. I wonder what other nice tricks Paul can do with his mouth?"
As if reading her mind, Paul began licking at her legs, up her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her increasingly excited pussy. "I wouldn't mind at all," Michelle told herself, "if his tongue does move all the way up now!"
Again, Paul seemed to read Michelle's mind, as his hand pushed her skimpy panties to one side, and his tongue licked its way up along her juicy slit. When his tongue touched her achingly horny little clit, and when Paul moaned about how great she tastes, Michelle nearly jumped out of her skin with pleasure and desire.
"My turn to taste you," Michelle grinned, tugging down his Calvin Kleins just enough to wrap her hand around the base of his nice, thick cock, as she took her first tenative lick at him.
They both laid down on the bed, getting comfortable. Michelle stretched out across Paul's body, and hungrily took his manhood into her mouth, as Paul gently massaged her bare ass. "He has a nice touch," Michelle thought, "a very nice touch indeed."
"And he tastes pretty damned good, too!"
Michelle and Paul rearranged themselves for a 69 now. As Michelle slid her lips down over Paul's massive hard cock...
Paul's hands spread Michelle's luscious ass cheeks apart, and his tongue took low, slow licks from her tight little anus to her throbbing, horny clit, and back again.
Michelle couldn't even believe she was 69ing with a man she barely knew. So she surprised herself even more when she moaned, "I need you to fuck me now, Paul." She couldn't remember when she last felt this good, as his descending thickness pried her pussy lips open wider and wider now.
"Well, Paul," Michelle cooed. "You've been down my throat and up my pussy. You might as well make it complete now, and fuck me in the ass, too. I want to experience it all with you today!" Oddly enough, Paul voiced no objection, and he quickly complied with Michelle's request.
"It's too bad we're studying world history," Michelle joked. "After this, we could both pass an anatomy exam with flying colors!"