At that time, the second year of studying at the university began for me, I was 18. The vast majority of students at the faculty were girls, which on the one hand could not but rejoice, on the other hand, their eyes diverged so much that it was difficult to choose a companion.

However, now we are not talking about classmates ... It was at the end of September. The teacher, who taught foreign language classes to our group, as I remember, left for a business trip, having instructed her to take a couple to some fifth-year trainee. Then I did not suspect that I would see her not only as a teacher.

Although at first everything was completely unremarkable. She really did have a few couples with us. I can not say that I liked her. But there was something about her. One day after class, she asked me to help her carry some books to the pulpit. I, of course, agreed. When I was about to leave, she looked at me strangely and seemed to touch my hand by chance. It was clear that all this was for a reason, but I hardly believed that something could come out of it. That's what they do, however, with a girl five years of study at a strictly female faculty. Or maybe I made it all up myself? I myself during these years looked at each girl like meat.

What happened the next day put everything in its place. In the evening I left the university later than usual. It was the rare case when the elevator came empty and I went downstairs alone. However, two floors below the elevator stopped, the doors opened. Before me stood none other than her. She was then 22 years old, she was medium height, a head smaller than me, blond, slim, with a small elastic chest. Her name was Dasha. I did not recognize the middle name.

- Hello - I nodded.

For some reason she was silent and just somehow smirked. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Dasha took a step in my direction, being so close to me that I involuntarily backed away, leaning against the wall of the elevator. I tried to look calm. Suddenly something happened that I could not have expected: Dasha suddenly grabbed my hand over the penis through my pants. I stood, unable to move, feeling both shock and increasing excitement. The member began to straighten up, and could hardly fit into jeans.

- Mm ... - Dasha reached out approvingly and smiled, and finally held her hand over my penis. Elevator arrived. Those 20 seconds that we spent there stretched out for me, it seemed, for an hour. Coming out of the cab, Dasha hurried to hide in the corridor, but I went to the exit to the street, and while I was going home, I was haunted by the feeling that all this was a strange dream.

The next day, Dasha was supposed to lead us another session. Sitting in the audience waiting for a couple, I talked to one of my classmates.

- How do you like this Daria? She asked. I became alert and confusedly said:

- Nothing ... Do you?

- Yes, I thought it would be worse - the group member answered - she doesn’t load and the material gives good results.

- Yes ... gives good. - I felt funny. Odnogruppnitsy and did not suspect that I was now connected with Dasha.

A few minutes later the seductress herself appeared. During the lesson, we repeatedly looked at her, trying not to arouse suspicion. After class, I deliberately long picked my bag to wait until my whole group left. We stayed together. I realized that it was time for me to take the initiative. I pulled up a chair just in case so that no one could enter. Dasha rose. I approached her, grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around my neck. We began to kiss, hands, I stroked her hair. After a few minutes of passionate kisses, I moved to a chair, and she saddled me, so I buried my face in her chest. We just sat there without opening our arms.

In the evening, we left the university together.

“I felt good,” she said.

- Me too.I do not know what will come of it ...

- What's the difference? Live for today and everything.

Yes, she was right. We were interesting to each other, and fleeting novels have not been canceled. I was not alone in kissing, I wanted to get more from her, and I arranged to meet with her the next day.

On Saturday morning I met her in a cafe. After drinking coffee, we went to the park, where we reached a bench. It was quiet, there were no people around.

- You want me? - Dasha asked conspiratorially.

- And how - I grinned.

She reached for the fastener of my pants.

- What, right here ?! - I asked, cautiously looking around.

- Sit quietly, have fun.

I realized that I had no choice, made sure that there were no people around, and relaxed I leaned back on the bench. Dasha unbuttoned my fly, squatted in front of me and began to knead my dick, which was becoming harder. I was happy. She began to caress the tongue head. I still could not stop looking around - what if someone sees? She hugged my big cock lips and began to carefully suck. I held her head with his hands, trying to enter a member deeper and deeper. Dasha moaned from pleasure. I completely forgot about what we are on the street and thought only about her.

- Take off your clothes - I ordered.

Dasha took off her jacket and took off her shirt. I unzipped her bra. Reaching, finally, to her small, but pretty elastic breasts, I began to caress her tight nipples tongue.

I laid her jacket on the bench and told her to get there. She got up on the bench with her knees, clutching her back in her hands. In front of me was her round taut ass. I slapped her hand. Dasha groaned, and her body shuddered with pleasure.

- Well, punish me! She cried.

I swung and again hit her on her delicious ass, then again, so that from my hand left a reddish mark.

“Punish me like the last bitch,” Dasha whispered.

I spanked her properly, and then slowly began to enter her ass. Member slowly entered into her tight hole.

Dasha moaned in pain and pleasure, and I moved deeper and deeper, occasionally slapping my buttocks or squeezing her breasts. I fucked her faster and faster.

- Stop ... Do not - she moaned.

- Oh, no ... So you, bitch - I grabbed her hair and continued to have her hard in the ass. Dasha moaned muffled, sobbing, and finally, the dry autumn air pierced a cry of pleasure. I was close to orgasm, took my penis out of her, roughly turned her face to me, put one foot on the bench, pressed her to the back. Dasha opened her mouth, and I put in there my pulsating red penis. She began to suck it eagerly, and after a few minutes I filled her mouth with sperm.

Having come to our senses, we hurried to get dressed and, holding hands, headed towards the exit from the park. We walked along a busy street for a long time, until we finally broke up. Since then, we have had a few more meetings, but then our feelings gradually faded away, as expected. We remained friends, and no one from our university ever found out about our connection.