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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 class.

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. black hairy pussy 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, 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 fucking.

We went out a few times for drinks and hung out at my apartment. I lived alone, and I try not to rush into making a move. On the third "date," I drove her home, and we hugged goodbye. As she moved away to reach for the car door, I pulled her toward me with my hand that still rested on her back, and leaned in to kiss her. Chelsea responded with surprising warmth, our lips locking for brief moments each time before sliding over each other pleasantly. After a few seconds of inviting kissing, Chelsea gave me a brief look of desire, affection, and happiness before abruptly getting out of the car and going into the house she was renting. After the first kiss, our next get-together involved relaxing on my couch and making out. Her long hair always found a way to get in our mouths, and she found it strange or unexpected that I brushed it away so fervently. It didn't matter so much to me, as she was a great kisser and her body was unusually warm against mine. For her sake, I regret that I still wasn't sure what I wanted from her emotionally–I was carried away by my increasing desire to explore her body from the inside. As our kissing became more frantic, my hands began to wander, caressing and rubbing over her breasts and drifting down her waist, running up her spine to hold her neck or lace my fingers in her hair. As I tried to pull her tank top and bra straps off of her shoulder simultaneously, she stopped me, but continued kissing me lustfully. This sort of thing continued for a few get-togethers: we would hang out, enjoy each other's company, laugh together watching stupid videos on the internet, and eventually make out, but she generally brushed away my roving hands. I hadn't wanted to be pushy the first few times, but my confusion ultimately forced me to ask her why she did this. She answered briefly but adequately that she had just gotten out of a long relationship with the guy for whom she had moved here (halfway across the country), and it would be too weird right now.

That didn't last long. I respected her space, but after hanging out a few more times I got the distinct impression that she was ready for more. We were making out again, and she was straddling me on the couch as we got more heated. She leaned even harder into my hands as they roved over her body, and I could feel her excitement as I removed her top and quickly unhooked her bra. I wasted little time in moving my lips and tongue to her ear, her neck, her collarbone…my hands enjoyed the warmth of her breasts and my fingers teased at and pinched her firm nipples. As I moved my mouth to her nipples, she began to moan, and I soon discovered that her nipples were extremely sensitive. I grabbed her ass with both hands and stood up. She quickly wrapped her legs around me and I carried her to the bedroom, throwing her down and climbing on top of her. We kissed more passionately, roughly, and scratched and pulled at each other's bodies as I clumsily undid the button of her jeans with one hand and worked her jeans and panties off, not bothering to remove her socks. She pulled my shirt off, and my fingers found that her pussy was warm, firm, and extremely ready to be filled with something. I hooked two fingers inside her, rubbing over her g-spot as we kissed. I leaned down to suck on her nipples. She clawed at my neck and back, moaning and panting. I could tell that she was desperately turned on, but she did not make any first moves, and seemed to be waiting for me to continue. I climbed off and removed my pants, boxers, and socks. I then joined her again on the bed, straddling her chest with my rock hard erection in front of her face. I reached behind me and continued to finger her as she leaned up readily and took my head in her mouth. She grabbed the rails of the headboard with both hands for leverage, and bobbed her head up and down on my cock. She moaned as she moved her tongue and lips over the first couple of inches, and I could tell that she was not terribly practiced, as her teeth grazed me repeatedly. I didn't care.

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 hairy bbw pussy up and preparing to release months of pent-up sexual tension.

We moved flawlessly together, having quickly found a perfect rhythm for our hips. I reached one arm around behind her and held her neck as my other hand roamed over her body, grabbing her ass, her thigh, her breasts. I pulled out and commanded breathlessly, "bend over." She immediately got on all fours in front of me, and I plunged my throbbing cock inside her again. I grabbed onto her hips and fucked her hard and fast. She soon gasped, "for fuck's sake, slow down!" and I complied, again thrusting strongly at a medium pace while she ground her ass back against me. I could feel her muscles becoming tense, hairy pussy movies and heard her breaths growing shorter. I started to tease her by giving her a third or half of my cock on alternating thrusts, pumping into her 5-10 times before slamming my entire length into her to a surprised moan as she grabbed the sheets in her fists. We continued this way for a sweaty while before I flipped her over again, fucking her in missionary again. Her body arched powerfully, and she maintained her white-knuckle grip on the sheets and bit her lip hard. I felt her getting close, and elevated my body slightly, pounding her steadily, our pelvises slapping together loudly. It took 30 seconds at that point. She took one deep breath and seemed unable to exhale, each breath swelling her chest more with half-second moans coming out of her mouth before her entire body began to tremble. Her thighs hairy pussy cream pie shook wildly and her hands flew up to my back, dragging long claw marks across my shoulders as she let out a handful of loud, almost shouting moans throughout a long orgasm. I could feel her tension starting to release as she finished, so I slowed down and kissed her neck softly as her chest heaved. Before she could relax entirely, I grabbed her neck and kissed her forcefully as I resumed pounding her roughly. Her eyes widened in surprise and her body tensed immediately as she wrapped her legs tightly around me and her arms clung to me. She moaned steadily, increasing in pitch and volume for two minutes of rough thrusts before I felt her shudder again, biting into my shoulder and breaking the skin as she came. Her pussy squeezed my cock in a way I’d never felt before—this tiny girl had some serious muscle down there. I fucked her out of her orgasm before collapsing on top of her. I have never had an orgasm fucking a new girl for the first time.

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 that.