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Even though it’s my first year of grad school, I still haven’t learned to love group projects. The amount of planning and communication turned simple assignments into stressful, irritating ones. And, at this point most students have jobs and busy schedules, so when I got put into a three person group in one of my research methods class, I couldn’t be more apathetic. The bright side was, one of my group members was Hillary. Hillary was an outspoken, spunky, incredibly smart student. She also was sexy as hell. She was petite, with her raven hair generally pulled back casually in a ponytail. The darkness of her hair and eyes contrasted beautifully with her lily white skin, and for the most part every time I saw her my eyes hungrily took in her curves. Considering that most of the time she came to our night class in yoga pants, I found it hard to focus on my studies without glancing over at the material tightening around her thighs, or staring at the globes of her ass when she left the room to get a drink. Our other group member was a fairly quiet, evidently lazy guy, and his appearance isn’t nearly as important to this story. Last Sunday night we were supposed to have our first group meeting. I went ahead and scheduled a practice room in the library right by my apartment complex on campus. Arriving early, I went ahead and started writing out goals for the meeting on the provided whiteboard. When I heard the door open behind me, I turned around and attempted to hide my natural smile as Hillary entered the room. She was still immensely beautiful while just clad in an old hoodie, and of course, yoga pants, and as she cracked a smile in my direction I felt my cheeks flush and heart beat just a little faster. "Glad to see you’re already getting started," she said sitting on top of a table near me, "where’s our third wheel?" she joked lightly. "Who knows," I admitted before cracking open our textbook. Hillary and I honestly worked…for about ten minutes. We started talking about methodologies and research questions, becoming increasingly agitated at the fact that our third member wasn’t showing. Potentially even more irritating was the fact that the threatened winter storm was beginning to swell outside, as snow flurries ran rampant outside the window of the library. "Shit," she said, as she moved towards the window to get a better view of the weather. I couldn’t help but greedily take in the curves of her ass before I stood up and joined her. "It can’t be that bad…," "Yeah, but I walked across campus to get here. I’m sort of underdressed," her eyes looked up at me as she bit her lip. "Well you definitely look fine," I said with a laugh. "Maybe for being curled up on a couch or in bed, but not for walking across campus," she stepped back and walked over to slam her book shut, "but what’s really pissing me off is the fact that he never showed up," I figured that was going to be the extent of our back and forth maybe-flirting, so I turned to face her as I leaned against the window. "I could be drinking wine, or I could be getting laid," she admitted while crossing her arms. "So like…with a fuck buddy or boyfriend or what?" I bit my lip while staring at her. She shot me a grin that was cute as hell as she sat back on the desk, facing me, her hand falling between her thighs. "I don’t have anyone like that in my life right now, I just know that my ass looks really good in these pants," she shifted her hips back and forth on the table. We both laughed, as she looked down at her hands before looking back up to me, "I mean seriously, I bet I could bend over and have any guy I want." I stepped forward a bit. "And what would that actually look like?" She smiled before sliding off the desk once again. Gingerly, she spun around, placing her hands on the desk and sticking her hips and little ass out. I crossed the room in a flash and very quickly one of my hands was tightly pressed on her hip. The hoodie she wore had begun to ride up and a couple of my fingers were pressed against her warm flesh. My crotch, and thickening erection were a small space away from her perfect ass, and I leaned against her back, to move her hair to one side. "You’re probably right," I whispered softly, kissing her ear as she let out a soft moan. Naturally her ass pressed back against my crotch as she turned her head and our lips meant for the first time. Hillary tasted amazing, and as I moved my hand from her hip to her ass I gratefully squeezed at her ass before I spun her around and pushed her back up on the table. Her hand raked over my back as our lips and tongues wrestled, and her legs spread and invited me in. Very quickly we were grinding against each other, and she moaned into my mouth. I didn’t want to waste any time, at least while we were sort of in public. I grazed the skin of her cheek before running my hand down the front of her body, and pressing my fingertips against her inner thigh. She cussed into my mouth, and as I begin to press against her crotch through her yoga pants I nipped and kissed at her neck. "Jesus fuck," she let out loudly when my thumb pressed against her clit, "please finger fuck me," I bit her neck before finding her lips again, sliding my hand down the front of her pants. She was soaked. Her lips were soft and smooth, slick with her juices. I quickly worked two fingers into her tight cunt, and I’m sure she would have moaned incredibly loud if my mouth wasn’t strongly pressed against hers. As I slid my fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, I used my thumb to find her clit again and she was definitely putty in my hand. Kissing her neck again, I picked car sex tumblr up my fingering speed as I felt her nails dig into my back. Her thighs warmed around my fervor, and her breathing quickened. I knew she was close. What complicated things was the fact that there were people in the practice rooms on either side of ours, and likely outside as well. "Hill you need to quiet down," I growled, taking a break from kissing her neck. "Fuck you," she breathed out before burying her head against my shoulder, moaning into me. "Later," I shot back, pulsing in and out of her with my fingers as fast as possible. That’s all she needed. She moaned and cussed, and even against my shoulder was a bit too loud. As she reached her zenith she bit down hard on my skin, and it was my turn to yell out. Hillary pressed herself tightly against me, moaning, and breathing hard, as she came down from her orgasm. I wrapped my free arm lovingly around her, and held her close as well, kissing the top of her head. As she regained composure, her small hands wrapped around the wrist of my fingering hand, and she lifted it up between our faces. Seductively, she kissed and licked her juices off my fingers. "I want you to fuck me. So. Fucking. Bad," she smiled. "My apartment is literally across the street, so -," before I could finish my sentence her lips met mine again, and we allowed ourselves a few more kisses before we left the practice room. I’ll be honest. It felt like all eyes were on us, but as our fingers interlocked and we began to brave the cold to go to my apartment, it didn’t really matter at all. takingyouthereks [2 comments]