Recently a new student named Saba joined our BSc class in Lahore college. She is competent, smart, pretty, has a great body, a vibrant personality, and a beautiful smile. We quickly became friends. Frequently Saba and I spoke as friends. Sometimes we flirted as we talked, sometimes she flirted with me outrageously. She usually dresses conservatively, but she has a few outfits that show off her curves, causing me to forget what I'm doing every time she walks by. I thought that Saba might be romantically interested in me but, I didn't take any actions to confirm my opinion. One day Saba and I were at a class meeting first thing in the morning.
She looked so sexy in her cashmere jump suit that I got an instant hardon and had to sit up straight. She sat across from me and smiled, genuinely happy to see me, and she asked me what I thought about her dress. Her wide smile, infectious laugh, deep eyes, and the curvaceous body lurking under that jumpsuit had me hypnotized. I tried to answer her questions, but my groin wouldn't let me think clearly. I don't remember clearly what happened in the meeting. My penis was rock-solid the whole time, and it started beating like a bass drum every time I looked up from my papers and saw her. After the class I still couldn't stop thinking about the picture she made in that outfit with the top clinging to her generous breasts, her thin waist, and the seat brushing against her great round ass. I made several excuses that day to see Saba, to ask questions about something or another, or to volunteer my help on some problem.
I kept finding myself thinking about how it would feel to kiss her, to suck her nipples into my mouth and pinch them between my teeth, to feel her warm hands on my cock as she slowly bathed it with her tongue and licked her lips at the savor of my pre-come, to slide my throbbing rod into her warm mouth, and to quench my desire by spattering my hot seed in her wet snugness. I tried to keep my mind on work, but it was futile. I kept on fantasizing about the aroma of Saba's sex, whether she had trained her vaginal muscles to grip a hard cock, the precise texture of her pubic hair, the quantity of her natural lubrication, and the warmth my prick would feel in her sheathe. I wanted to lick her earlobes, to feel her tummy against mine. After she had already taken all the juice my glands could produce I wanted to rub my flaccid cock against Saba's thigh and feel it spring into alertness, ready to penetrate her again. When orgasm took away her self control, did she moan low and throatily from her chest, whisper in baby talk, yell obscene commands at the man in her, or did she bite her lip in a vain attempt to stay silent? The questions were endless and obsessive.
I had to stay late that evening to finish some assignments. I'm sure that I would have gotten more work done before noon than I did that whole day, if I hadn't seen Saba in her jumpsuit first thing that morning. As it was I was a wreck. I kept starting on the problems and drifting off into daydreams about the back of her knee, or the way she showered, or visions of her licking her lips and staring at me. I had to finish the assignment that evening, so I called home and told my mom that I will be late. I decided to get a Coke and went to the soft drink machine. It was next to the Library, so I peeked in after popping the tab and taking a sip. Saba was in the library, leaning on her desk, facing away from the doorway and staring out the window. I stared at the globes of her luscious ass and caught my breath. "Hi Saba." I said, barely above a whisper. She turned, her breasts swaying, and a wistful look left her face. "Brian, what are you doing here so late?" She smiled Irresistibly at me. "I thought I was the only one so late in the library." I smiled back, rendered speechless by desire, and offered her the can. Walking towards me, she laughed and said, "I love Coca-Cola. Thanks." She took it from my hand and drank, "I always liked the shape of the old fashioned bottles, but now you barely ever see them any more." She handed the can to me, brushing my fingers with hers, "You have other things to drink when you grow up and stop being a little girl." "Or a little boy." Saba laughed. "Since you're a full grown gentleman now, Brian, would you like to help me carry these books to the store-room?" She motioned at a stack of file cases. "What are these?" I asked her curiously. " I work part time in the library. These are books to be arranged in proper shelves."
We got the boxes and carried them to the store-room. She bent over to put hers down and for a few seconds her ass swayed only a few inches away from me. Then she reached for her keys to the store- room, which were in her trouser pocket, and with a shriek she lost her balance. She fell towards me, but I couldn't grab her because of the boxes in my hands, so I tried to block her fall with my body. I stepped into her way. She grabbed my shoulder with one hand. Her other hand grabbed my belt buckle and pushed it into my stiff cock. She had to know I was hard. Her left hand rested above my penis as she pulled herself up. My cock was hard again, and she had to feel it with her hand where it was. She brushed her right breast against my left arm while getting up. I was getting even more aroused than I had been all day. "Whew, that was a close one," she said. "Thanks for being there." I said, "It was nothing, Saba," and winced at the almost adolescent break in my voice. She seemed dazed for a moment and then brightened and smiled at me. She took her hand off my belt buckle. She kneeled down and picked up the keys which had fallen when she almost did and unlocked the door. Saba pushed the door open and went inside. I followed her and set down the boxes where she indicated, then straightened to get the ones that were still by the door. Saba popped up before me and said, "It wasn't nothing, Brian. It was very nice of you. You kept me from falling and you didn't even drop any boxes." My cock throbbed. "I think you deserve a kiss for that." Saba kissed me on the lips. Her mouth wasn't wide open.
Her tongue was inside her mouth; but her mouth wasn't tightly closed either. My mouth dropped open as she kissed me, and instinctively my lips drew hers apart so my tongue could taste them. My body seemed magnetically attached to hers. My arms were wrapped around her back, and my hands caressed her smooth buttocks. Her arms were around my neck, and she pressed against me, her body surging against my booming, blood-engorged member. Saba kissed me back as her tongue danced into my mouth. It was a whole body kiss, vibrant with a promise of future passion, more intimate than sex. I knew that it was inevitable, that Saba would beg for me to plunge my hard cock again and again into her dripping pussy, sawing back and forth until we exploded into an orgasmic tidal wave, that she would plead for me to stimulate her with my tongue until she cried tears of happiness, that she would trade anything to slurp my prick between her lips and suck it until it jetted spurts of hot spunk onto her shining face, and that she would rub it deeply into her skin in thrilling lust to become one with my scent and my seed. I knew the answers to the questions that had earlier haunted me. I knew the taste of her lips, her nipples, her navel, her sweet cunt. I knew without knowing how I knew these things. I knew the feel of her back, her buttocks, her hands cupping my balls, her pussy sheathing my manhood. I knew her cries of ecstasy, they were like her laugh, musical and entrancing, and were as contagious.