I met George the first day of university. He wasn't one of those guys who attracts attention just by seeing them arrive, but after a few moments of conversation I realized that he wanted to continue discovering him. He was smart, and that turns me on a lot more than a nice body. We became accomplices from the first moment. We were two totally opposite beings. Him, beard, a few extra kilos and a look that said absolutely nothing. Me, skinny, tall, clear eyes, nice tits and an ass impossible not to turn around to look at. Furthermore, our personalities were also opposed. He is super calm, serene, measured in his words. I ate the world with each step.
One afternoon, while we were drinking mate on my balcony, I asked him if something was wrong with me. The question caught him totally by surprise, just as it did me when I asked it. I wasn't physically attracted to him, I didn't think of him as a man, as romance or conquest. He hadn't given any indication of any interest beyond keeping us company either. He helped me a lot with my homework, made me laugh and listened to me like never before. Why did I ask you that question then? I still do not know. All I know is that he triggered a series of hot encounters worthy of an XXX saga.
The episode that I am going to relate now is not the first nor the last, but it is one of the ones that I remember the most for more than one reason. It could be said that we were dating, although no one but the two of us knew it. We spent almost all the time, when we weren't at the university, in my apartment. We had already had sex in every corner. And that night, without meaning to, we crossed out another part of the property: the terrace.
It was an autumn night, cool and with a clear sky. We took several blankets and pillows to the terrace and stretched out to look at the stars. Something was happening in the sky: strange lights moved in incoherent ways, bringing a masterful spectacle to life. At first, we commented on the event trying to find an explanation for it, and then contemplated it in silence. The fresh air was a blessing, so I chose to put the blanket aside. He was simply wearing very little shorts and an even smaller top. My nipples were hard and huge, which he pointed out with an amusing comment. I told him that it would be interesting if there were other hard and huge things, taking one of my hands directly to his crotch, to surprise me that his cock really felt totally appetizing. I told him we better go back to the apartment, but he told me it would be nice to try something different that night. Without even letting me think about what he had said, he slapped my top down, exposing my nice, big, rounded tits. I asked him if he was crazy. He said yes, crazy and excited. With a lot of desire to catch me right there.
