College can be either one of two things; a bastion of knowledge, or a sordid collection of dirty deeds. Sometimes it can manage to be both; mine were sordid at times but always fun.
Naureen
My first notable experience was with a university tutor. Her name was Naureen and she was a veritable sex goddess. Light brown skin, slender legs, auburn brown eyes, and wicked personality to boot. I had felt she would certainly have been right at home amongst the flower power of the sixties. She originally hailed from Kisumu, Kenya but had made Johannesburg, South Africa her second home.
She tutored me for one of my subjects. It wasn't extra lessons but merely a part of each subject's syllabus. She was certainly, smart and sexy, a veritable academic.
I first saw her a year prior to being tutored by her in the classroom. I had been walking up and down the university as I was waiting for another class. I look up and saw three people, two men and one woman.
Naturally that woman was Naureen; however, I was unaware of her name at that time. Her outfit was mesmerising; she had on a white blouse or something like that, it wasn't something that stuck in my mind, the clothing covering the lower half of her body was burned deep into my mind. She had on a red skirt with white polka dots adorning it. The skirt was short, very, very short. It barely covered her important bits.
I slowly watched as she walked up the stairs to the admin building. I took the ramp to the left, to get a closer look of her; I looked to my right down the passage to see her majestic figure stood before me. She seemed like a bubbly, fun loving, and all round gorgeous women, it later turned out she was just that.
I later found out her name through a friend of mine, whom had told me he had a class with her as tutor. He also mentioned to me her sister Natasha, who would later date another friend of mine, which of course meant she was off limits naturally, that had aroused my interest in Naureen.
It was the following year, I had been to a lecture for the subject Naureen tutored me in, and the lecturer was busy explaining the subject during the first lecture. She mentioned Naureen's name and I snapped to attention, there were to be two people tutoring that particular subject and Naureen was one of them. I wasn't sure of I would be tutored by her.
The time of the first tutorial swung by and I had waited in the classroom awaiting the tutor's arrival. Another friend of mine had known Naureen previously and had mentioned to me he was hoping, like I was, that she was to tutor. The wait continued for a few minutes more when she seductively walked in and apologised for her late arrival.
"I knew it would be Naureen," came the voice from my friend.
The tutorial went on and it was one I looked forward to every week and enjoyed when it ran for the full hour allocated to it. This gave me the chance to become better acquainted with Naureen and it really opened my eyes about the variety and scope of the female species.
This was great juxtaposition to the girls I encountered in high school. The childish notions of high school girls certainly eradicate when the college years arrive, and if they don't it would most certainly spell doom for them.
My due diligence in the classroom setting garnered me a friendship with her and later on her equally gorgeous sister. It was after the conclusion of that particular semester and the commencement of a new one that something deeper, something sexual.
She had an office in a newly constructed building on the university campus. One day I decided to knock on her door, she normally shared the office with her sister, whom was in Australia at that time.
"Hey, Naureen, How are you doing?" I asked.
"Hey Billy, I'm good thanks," was her cheerful reply.
"How's your master's coming along?" I asked.
"Very well, in fact it is great," was her reply.
"That's good to hear," I began, "You must be without doubt the sexiest academic I have ever seen, along with your sister."
She blushed at my words and felt a tingling all over her, which I had picked up on.
"I'm feeling frisky," She asked.
I nearly fell of the chair hearing those words. I had responded with something to the effect of having a solution for her, I was too busy ogling her increasingly naked body, to remember the words exiting my mouth.
She was soon nude and at my belt buckle undoing it and springing my cock to attention. She ran the tips of her manicured fingers along the length of my shaft and thrusting them into my balls once or twice. She took charge and was up for a little pain. She soon worked her way into stroking my bulging member. We may have only had about half an hour to do what we were doing but she was still going to do it properly.
Before long her mouth was now wrapping around my cock and her sucking and tongue work were fucking incredible. She soon relinquished her mouth from my cock to let her pussy have some of the fun. I sat back in her chair and she straddled me and faced away from me and toward the door. The door had a glass window about three quarters the length of the door, however the most of it was frosted with some picture covering the top bit of the window which wasn't frosted.
She steadily increased her pace and began to fuck like a veritable champ. We were well aware that lectures were going on a few metres away. The sensation was amazing and her pussy felt great as it surrounded my cock as she slid along its length. We carried on for a while and soon she had arrived at orgasm.
She knew how to work within a timeframe. It was a hallmark of her skill and experience in the areas of communication and of course fucking. I had reached an almighty climaxed soon after her and she loved as the warm cum shot deep inside her. As we lay back catching our breath the lock on the door turns, the handle twists, and in walks Natasha, Naureen's gorgeous and at that moment rather shocked sister.
She promptly closed the door behind her and looked upon the scene with lust.
"Naureen you naughty girl," she said.
Naureen blushed and Natasha then turned to me and greeted me. I greeted her in return. She then slapped Naureen's bare ass as she bent over to pick up her clothes off the floor.
"I believe you have a tutorial Naureen," she said.
"I see your trip to Australia ended early," I said to Natasha.
"I wanted to surprise Naureen however, it seems that I am the one left surprised," Natasha replied.
We all parted ways after that, I would see Naureen a few times after that but nothing close to that particular day. The last time I remember seeing her in the flesh would be a few weeks later while waiting to speak to a lecturer in another office in the same building. As I waited I gazed down the passage, Naureen came into view, she gave me a wave and I returned it.
Throughout my college career I had meet a slew of gorgeous women. A slew of women from all over the globe in fact, due to the global nature of the university I had attended. A total of 34 nationalities to be precise, one from every continent.
Roxana
Another woman of interest was a woman named Roxana whom I met in my latter college years. She was relatively fair skinned, slim figure and voluptuous breasts. She shared a rather uncanny resemblance to actress Helen Hunt.Roxana was from Poland, and was a very interesting woman.
I met her whilst lounging around with a few friends at university cafeteria. I knew a few people in amongst that group; Roxana was among them that day. Through conversation and a few jokes, I slowly got to know her, when it came to time to leave, it turned out that we were both heading to the same lecture. It was a philosophy lecture. I sat with her in the lecture hall and soon we had a casual friendship going and she was a fun woman to know.
Through a few phone calls, and Facebook chat, we soon had a lustful attraction for one another and it soon bubbled over after one particular conversation.
"Billy, I need to tell you something, I want you, and if my intuition has any bearing on this situation you want me too," Roxana said to me.
"Well your intuition is correct, I feel it too however, it may well be a purely physical attraction," I replied.
"That is not what I'm looking for, I want cock . . . your cock Billy," she confessed to me.
"How does Friday sound Roxana?" I enquired.
"Perfect, come to my dorm room at about noon, you don't have class then do you?" said to me.
"I don't have any classes on Friday so I'll see you then," she replied.
"Hmmm can't wait to sample your cock," she lustfully replied.
We said our goodbyes and anticipated Friday. As is the way with anticipation and waiting, Friday soon arrived and it was nearly noon. I made the walk to her dorm room, across the courtyard, and through the labyrinth of stairs which, had formed part of an elaborate dare a few weeks earlier.
I soon was stood in front of Roxana's door; I knocked twice and awaited Roxana. Her dorm room was on the second floor and it was one of many self-contained units. Each room had a kitchen on the left or right as one would enter, a bathroom behind that wall, a rectangular brown desk with a matching chair. The other end of the room had a glass door leading on to a balcony in this case.
The balcony looked out on the other dorm rooms and had a brick walls dividing one balcony from another, the wall inclined upwards and got closer to the building's wall as it rose to the top of the building. The university had multi-room dorms as well elsewhere on the campus.
She opened and led me in, she cleared the bed and ushered me to sit on the bed. She had gave off a feeling of longing as she looked into my eyes in a manner I had never witnessed in any prior encounter with Roxana
