Chelsea and I met as classmates in grad school. Our first class together was a small course with only a few people registered, and fewer still who regularly attended. It was impossible not to notice the most attractive female in the room-slim, about 6 pleasant inches shorter than myself, with waist-length dark brown hair. Her breasts were small (though not unnoticeable), but she had a fantastic ass that was perfectly emphasized by her tight-fitting jeans. She wore jeans to class most of the time, generally accompanied by a thin tank top that somehow didn�t look slutty while showing a tantalizing glimpse of her waist. Her face was beautiful, and avoided the common trap of somehow suggesting that her IQ hovered somewhere in the vicinity of her age. Chelsea was exceptionally bright, and a hard worker in cl
If Chelsea noticed me from the beginning, she certainly didn't show it. She rarely initiated eye contact, and her body language said she was not opposed to speaking with me, but she carried the bodily equivalent to a poker face. Still, something told me that she had noticed me as well, and she had that subtle but unmistakable aura of alluring sexuality about her. I regularly engaged her in conversation, and she reciprocated openly. Before long, we became friends, or something. I honestly wasn't clear what my feelings for her were, but I was coming out of a relationship with a bitchy (albeit incredibly hot) girl whose sex drive was abysmally low, cam to cam free sex chat and whether or not I wanted Chelsea romantically, I absolutely wanted her sexually. The more I got to know her, the more frustrated I became by my inability to figure out what I was looking for-besides fuck
We fucked several more times after that, with our bodies getting more accustomed to one another each time-still, I didn't cum. Chelsea and I had simply been enjoying the animal pleasure of pouncing on each other and ripping our clothes off, and had not wasted time talking once our minds landed on sex. Unfortunately, I soon left for summer work at the opposite end of the country. When I returned, a brief romance with a former love of mine was rekindled, and I didn�t get much of a chance to meet up with Chelsea after t
After a few minutes of her sucking my dick while I fingered her, I pulled out of her mouth, starting to feel a bit raw from her teeth. I slipped my fingers out of her wet pussy and lay down on top of her. We kissed wildly, desperately, almost angrily-she remains one of the most passionate lovers I have ever had. I somehow managed to properly put on a condom. She grabbed my hips and ass with her hands and spread her legs, and I penetrated her deeply on the first thrust, my cock welcomed smoothly into her tight body. Her back arched immediately and she moaned loudly as I wasted no time warming up to the new feeling of our naked bodies pressed together, my hips moving at a medium pace and thrusting my cock firmly inside her. Her back stayed stubbornly arched, as if her body was winding up and preparing to release months of pent-up sexual tens