I’m studying for a competitive exam that happens in June. A part of that exam is Math, which I absolutely hate. After completing most of my education my avoiding Math, I had to sit down and learn all that I missed, and hence, sat in the library of my tuition class, at half past 1 in the morning. I sat confused, and struggling with each problem for half an hour, that all the people around me were solving in a minute. It was frustrating.
“You should take a break.” Said a voice behind me. “You’ve been at it for the past four hours, so, take a break and get back to work.”
I turned around. Shweta stood behind me, holding one of those GK books that looks like a brick and weighs a ton.
“Look, go out and take a break, you look constipated with that stuff. Go on, take a break.” She said.
“Hmm, maybe I should. Do you get any coffee around here? It should refresh me.”
“Its quite late, lets step out and go looking for a coffee. I need a break too.”
“OK.”
“And listen, could you do me a favor?”
“Yes?”
“Can you carry this book for me? Its too heavy.”
She was right; it was quite heavy, especially on her petite frame. Shweta is not very tall- barely 5’2. She has curly hair, pretty eyes, a full smile and brown skin. Also, she has a nice rack and an exquisite behind, the kind you want to grab or spank, slightly.
So, after returning the book, both of us stepped out of the classes, and went looking for Coffee. It was early December, so it was quite chilly outside. Unfortunately, Shweta hadn’t brought a jacket, so I loaned her mine, and braved the cold for a while. We walked around aimlessly in the cold, but we couldn’t find any shops open and dispensing coffee at the hour, so we walked back.
Shweta and I had met earlier that year. She too was studying for the same exam, and she was amongst the brightest in the class. We indulged in harmless flirting, and what looked like serious flirting, until she told me that she wasn’t looking for anything serious until she cleared the exam. And hey, she wasn’t the only pretty girl around.
We came in from the cold and reluctantly started climbing the stairs to the library.
“Well, I hope the walk refreshed you.” She said
“It was walking around pointlessly in the cold. Didn’t help, one bit. I haven’t said this to anyone, but I hate math, and thanks to that, I’m starting to hate the library.”
“I’m starting to hate it too. I’ve been mugging up the constitution, and can’t stand the sight of that crap.”
“I can teach you the constitution if you like.” I offered.
“I’m sure you can, but its just stuff I have to mug up. I can help you with math, if you don’t mind.”
By this time we were at the entrance to the library.
“Sure, I’d love help. But the other people in the library might get disturbed.”
“Hmm, ok. Some other time then.”
We got back to our respective tables and started working again. I didn’t know about Shweta, but now I was more bored than ever, and my sums looked more and more confusing. I struggled, and suddenly found Shweta at my side.
“Scoot over, please. I can’t take that useless crap anymore. I’ll help you with that math.”
I moved over, but she sat very close to me, closer than it was comfortable, so much so that I could smell her hair. She was still wearing my sweatshirt, so looked kind of cute in it.
“Look at this sum..”
Automatically, the guy in front of me, this annoying, pimply, bespectacled oily idiot started shushing her.
“Look, I’d really like to teach me, but we can’t do that here… Tomorrow morning, then?”
“No, this is boring. Can we find a separate room to study in?”
Thanks to being a regular at night around here, I knew that the top floor classroom would usually be unlocked, and not many people were aware of that. So, Shweta and I headed to d top floor.
“This room is always open, and always empty at night, come on.”
When we reached the room, as usual it looked locked. As I pushed it, it opened, revealing a dark, cold and empty classroom.
“So, you wanna hit the books?” I asked.
“Hmm, ok.” Shweta said, and locked the door behind her, as we entered.
We took the teacher’s chair and desk because the normal desk caused me a lot of trouble. After all, being 6’3, weighing a 100kg, and being an ex boxer, meant that I barely got any leg room in my adult life. The teacher’s desk seemed comfortable, and Shweta took a chair and sat down in front of me, to teach me Math.
Shweta had by now pulled the zipper of my sweatshirt a lot lower, so I could see her cleavage while she looked at my book and tried to solve the problem. I couldn’t help but keep looking, her boobs looked so nice and inviting- the kind you want to put in your mouth and suck.
She looked up and began to talk, but I was honestly not paying any attention to what she was saying, because I was still looking at her boobs.
“So, did you get what I’m saying?” she asked, after explaining
“No, not really.”
“Well, scoot over; I’ll try to teach you by solving it.”
Shweta brought her chair over and sat next to me, and started solving the sum for me. This time I actually paid attention, so I understood what was going on.
“Are you getting this?”asked Shweta.
“Kind of.”
“You’re not really paying any attention, are you?”
“No, not really. I was um, distracted.”
“Distracted by what?”
“Your boobs.”
This was an awkward silence. Most women try to cover up their cleavage, but not Shweta. Shweta stood up for a moment, and I thought she was going to leave.
“Move your hands. I need some place to sit.” She said.
I didn’t understand, so she moved my hands and sat in my lap.
“This way, you won’t be distracted by my boobs, will you?”
It had been a long, long time since I had even been close to a woman. And Shweta’s ass was some of the best ass I’d seen, and now that she was sitting in my lap, I was starting to get a hard on.
“You’re still distracted, you know. I can feel it.”
“Uh, that happens.”
“For god’s sake, what does a woman have to do around here to get some?”
At the same time, we leaned in to kiss.
Her mouth was warm, and tasted faintly of coffee. But more than that, I realized that she was one good kisser. We were crazy and horny, as I started to kiss her. She grabbed my head to kiss me, and I slowly began putting my hand up my sweatshirt, and feel her warm, sexy body.
We sat there, making out, and I had started to peel layers of clothing off Shweta’s body. She too didn’t sit idle, either, as she had already started unbuttoning my shirt. It was sexy, sitting on the teacher’s desk and making out.
I picked Shweta up and put her on the desk, as I continued to undress. I began to lick and kiss her neck, and it seemed to drive her crazy as I did that. I did that for a couple of minutes, and the more I did it, the crazier she became. I pulled my shirt and threw it aside, and did the same with my sweatshirt that she wore, and began to pull her T shirt off. She was hot, continuing to kiss me as I took her clothes off. I managed to pull her T shirt and bra off, and then dove for her tits.
I have sucked on many tits, but hers were one of the finest. She moaned, and as I continued to suck her, I started pulling her jeans off. It was a nice feeling, as she clawed my head, taking in the sensations of me sucking her tits. We continued to make out like a fire had entered us.
Gradually, we both got naked. Shweta pushed me back into the black board, and began to give me one of the most amazing blowjobs I have ever had in my life. I couldn’t help but moan, as she sucked me and the most amazing sensations rose up my spine. It went on, and whenever I looked down, her eyes bore back straight into mine. I held her hair and helped her move, and though she couldn’t deep throat my cock, she was doing a very, very good job.
I was getting too excited, and I didn’t want to finish yet, so I pulled her off, and while kissing her, picked her up and put her on the teacher’s table. I could smell her pussy when standing, so I went down on her just to taste what it was like.
Shweta’s pussy was meant for being eaten out. She had trimmed it, and so, it was easy to get in there. Moreover, her pussy was dripping wid juice, and the juice itself tasted fantastic. As I went down on her more and more, she moaned louder than ever, and began to run her hands through my hair. I wanted to be nasty, so I grabbed her hands and pulled them away from me, and continued to eat her out, driving her wild with pleasure. She began to moan as loudly as possible, as I continued, and she started moaning my name.
Hearing her moan my name was driving me crazy. I wanted her, but I was trying to last longer. Her hands fought mine, but being stronger, I could keep her thrashing under check. By now, she had he legs around my head, driving my tongue deeper and deeper into her.
Suddenly, she yelled, “Ok, stop. Please, stop.”
I thought I had hurt her, so I stopped.
“Get inside me, right now! Do it!”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. My jeans were nearby, and I quickly pulled a condom out of my wallet and tore the pack open, and Shweta called me closer and sucked me a bit, before rolling it on, using her small nimble fingers.
Shweta kissed me n pulled me closer, as she sat on the teacher’s desk. While kissing me, she slowly pulled me closer while opening her legs, giving me access to her pussy. I broke the kiss to hold her for a while, and helped my eager, hard dick find the entrance to her. Then, holding her close, as she kissed me, I began to push myself into her.
Shweta broke the kiss and looked shocked, as I pushed myself in. She looked like she was in pain, so I pulled out slightly. Then, holding myself there, I bent forwards and hugged her. Shweta pulled me closer to her, in a hug, and with her hands on my back, began to slowly pull me closer, moaning all the same, helping my length and girth slowly slide into her tight passage.
Shweta moaned, as I began to slowly move in and out of her, first in long, slow strokes, then gradually faster shorter ones. Shweta seemed to love what I was doing because she was moaning and clawing me at the same time. When she was not moaning, she was leaving a string of small, sexy bites across my chest and neck, that was driving me insane.
As it got worse, I knew I needed to get off, fast, but this wasn’t doing it. Shweta had an idea.
“Give it to me, I want it, I need it! Give it to me, like a man!”
I pulled out of her as couldn’t help it. I picked her up, and gently lowered her to the bare floor, and got on top of her in the missionary position. She welcomed me, and I slammed into her, as hard as I could. She seemed to go faint for a moment, and became hornier than ever. She put her hands around me and clawed my back, while her legs encircled me from behind, helping me go in much faster.
I knew I was going to come soon, so I began to fuck her with all my might. Suddenly, she reached up to grab me and gave the most sexiest, loudest, moan ever, as she hit her orgasm. As her pussy milked my cock, I exploded, and moaned, and though I have no idea of how loud it was, I’m guessing it must’ve been like a bullhorn, because I came very hard. I came hard, wondering if the condom would break. Thankfully, it didn’t. I came so hard, that I felt faint and lightheaded after that.
I looked down at Shweta, and slowly rolled off. She had just given me the kind of sex one judges sex by. As I lay there, panting next to her, my dick rapidly shrinking, she leaned over and helped me get rid of the condom. I realized that we were both getting cold, so I pulled my sweatshirt towards me. Then, I sat up, and having Shweta sit on my lap, I leaned into the wall, and covered ourselves with my sweatshirt. Gradually, our breathing returned to normal.
“That, was fucking amazing!” I said.
“Did I refresh your mind, sweetheart?”
“Oh yeah, baby. You did.”
We had a bit of a chat, after which she got up and slowly began do get dressed. I watched her get dressed, and finally summoned up strength to my totally spent body, to rise up and start putting on my clothes. Finally, when done, we both had a final kiss before climbing down the stairs, slowly, hoping not to attract attention towards ourselves. We didn’t head to the library, because we were pretty spent, but some people did give us odd looks from the doorway. I still don’t know why they looked at us that way, but it was either because we were upstairs, alone, or that some of them might have heard the noises we made. I don’t really mind, anyway. If they heard us, it was worth it, this woman was totally crazy and amazing in bed.
We walked out slowly, unsure whether to head to our homes or go out. As if she could read my mind, Shweta asked, “There is this bakery nearby. Wanna grab some coffee?”
What happened that day was interesting. But that’s another story all together.
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