I definitely missed Grace after she left—I missed her lips on mine and the way her warmth wrapped around me. But I am also a person who doesn’t usually like looking back. Things happen, they pass, and I believe there is always something new coming up.
I lived off-campus with two roommates, both of whom were from Brazil. We didn’t know each other until we moved in, but we became fast friends, even though they were way more outgoing than me. They loved to invite people over to drink and party.
I wasn’t exactly reserved, but I definitely wasn’t a party animal either. Especially when it got closer to finals, I preferred to take things seriously and prepare. I came here for my Master’s in CS (Computer Science, not “Cock Sucking”), alright?
But my Brazilian brothers didn’t see it that way. The weekend before finals week, they hosted an even bigger party at our house. By the time I left the library and returned home, the place was already full of people and loud, pulsing music.
I walked over to greet my roommates who were talking to a group of friends. I recognized a few faces, but there was one girl I had never seen before. She watched me as I approached the group.
“Don’t you need to prepare for exams?” I asked my roommate.
“Yeah, I will, but not today. Have you heard that phrase, ‘You need to prepare for tomorrow,’ right? Yes, we will prepare—not for tomorrow, just on tomorrow! HAHAHA!”
Everybody laughed and I laughed too. “I respect your spirit, man, but I have to go back to my room and continue my prep. Have fun.” We fist-bumped and I headed upstairs.
Fortunately, no one was partying on the second floor yet. It was quiet enough for me. I closed the door, changed into my PJs, and sat at my desk to start reviewing my notes.
A few minutes later, I heard someone coming up the stairs. I assumed it was someone looking for the bathroom. There was a brief silence, and then a knock at my door.
“Bathroom is the next door on your right,” I called out.
“Hi, I’m here for you,” a soft but very determined voice replied.
I stood up and opened the door. It was the girl who had been standing next to my roommate downstairs. She looked me up and down with an intense gaze.
“You are here for… me?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah. You were talking to Mauricio and I was standing right next to him, but you didn’t greet me. So I came up to check on you.” She pushed the door open, looked around the room, and sat directly on my bed.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you. I’m Kevin.” I reached out to shake her hand.
“I’m Alina.” She playfully slapped my hand away instead of shaking it. “What do you study here?”
“CS,” I said.
“What is CS? Cock sucking?”
I almost choked. “Ah… sorry, I should be clear. Computer Science,” I clarified, feeling my face heat up.
“Oh okay, nerd. Now I get why you didn’t greet me. But I understand it, and I like it,” Alina said.
“I’m not a nerd. I just need to prepare for my finals. Don’t you have finals too?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do, but exams are easy,” she smirked.
I didn’t know what to say, so I leaned back against my desk and engaged in some small talk. It gave me the opportunity to really look at her: straight black hair falling to her chest, a cute oval face, a short skirt, and black stockings.
She noticed me checking her out but didn’t say a word. Instead, she stood up, walked towards the door, closed it, and locked it. Then, she walked back toward me.
“It doesn’t matter if you greeted me or not. I’m interested in you,” Alina whispered into my ear. Her hand was already on my crotch. My PJs were soft, and she could immediately feel my growing arousal.
“I like that you are already getting hard for me, Kevin. Now take them off. I want to see it,” Alina commanded, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.
I hadn’t been with anyone since Grace, and the stress of finals had me on edge. I needed the release. I stepped out of my PJs and underwear, and my cock popped out right in front of her face.
“Wow, I didn’t expect you would have such a beautiful cock. Long, curved, veiny—everything I like. Let me work on it.”
Alina gripped the base and used her tongue to lick the head before taking me into her mouth. Compared to Grace, Alina definitely knew her way around. She stroked me while she sucked, using her other hand to play with my balls.
I took off my shirt and ran my fingers through her hair. “Did you want to do this the moment you saw me talking to Mauricio?” I asked.
“Mmm-hmmm,” she nodded, murmuring around me without letting go.
As she worked, she reached back to undo her bra. She pulled her sweater over her head, revealing two perky breasts with semi-hard, light brown nipples. I leaned down so I could play with them while she continued.
I could feel her rhythm slowing down, and I knew she was getting tired. I gently pushed her back onto the bed and began to remove her skirt.
She had beautiful legs, and the black stockings were incredibly arousing. I let her slide them off herself before helping her out of her black lace thong.
“Are you always this prepared to get fucked at a party? Wearing such seductive outfits?” I teased.
“I never plan on getting fucked at every party I go to, but I still stay prepared, you know,” Alina said, blinking playfully at me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. We were both naked and Alina was already dripping wet. She spread her legs and began rubbing her clit. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on, and pushed inside her.
“Ahhh, it hurts!” Alina gasped.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I was rushing,” I apologized, freezing in place.
“No, no, you’re good. I just need a second to adapt. You are stretching me a lot, Kevin, but I like it. Just keep going.”
I began to thrust harder, timed to the beat of the music thumping from downstairs. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and pounded deep. Her breasts bounced wildly as she bit her lip.
“Fuck me, Kevin, I like it,” Alina groaned. “The second I saw you, my pussy got wet. I knew I needed to be stuffed by you tonight. Right now, I’m so happy.”
“Take me however you want, Kevin. I want you inside me. Please make me feel good, babe.”
I didn’t have the breath to say anything back. I just focused on working her body.
“Ohhh, that curve is hitting my G-spot so well! Make me cum, Kevin. Please, I need to cum!” she screamed.
I pushed even faster and used my thumb to rub her clit. That was the breaking point. She surrendered completely.
“I’m cumming, babe! I’m feeling it… I’m cumming all over you! Oh, yes! Fuck!” Alina curled her body tight as she peaked.
I thought she would need a rest, but she surprised me. “Flip over. Let me get on top. I want to ride you until you finish.”
I followed her lead and lay on my back. She guided me back inside her and started moving up and down. It was the first time I’d had a girl take charge like that, and the view was incredible.
She tweaked her hips and went wild. I held her waist, thrusting up to meet her. Eventually, she tired out and collapsed onto my chest, so I took over again, sucking on her nipples as I drove into her.
I could feel her breath hitching again. Her nipples were rock hard. I knew she was close to a second climax, so I sped up, making sure she took every inch of me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and bit my earlobe, shouting into my ear with a deep, primal voice. “Make me cum again, Kevin! I beg you! Please let me cum again!”
Neither of us could hold back any longer. After a few more powerful thrusts, we both came. Alina collapsed on my chest and kissed me softly. “I wanted some fun tonight, but I never thought it would be this great. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure, Alina. You are fantastic.” I smiled, finally feeling the stress of the week melt away.
We stayed there for a few minutes, chatting and cooling down, before getting up to clean ourselves. Before she opened the door to leave, we shared one last deep, tongue-swirling kiss.
She went back downstairs alone, and I sat back at my desk. I couldn’t focus on my notes for the rest of the night. All I could do was replay how Alina and I had just met and fucked on my bed.
That was the only time I ever had sex with someone the very first time I met them. It was definitely special.
