All characters are 18 or older
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When I opened the email, I was surprised to learn the film festival opening night ceremony was to be held at a girls' boarding school. I'm a commercial director to pay the bills, but I also like making artsy short films. The kind you would only ever see at a film festival, and maybe later uploaded to YouTube. It's fun and more creative than the corporate stuff. Plus the parties and screenings and Q&A stuff make me feel like a real filmmaker and not just a commercial hack. It feeds the soul.
The night of, I pulled up to park in front of the school. It was a nice-looking old brick building. I wondered again about the seemingly odd choice of venue. Maybe a festival organizer knew someone. Maybe the school earned a little on the side by renting out event space. Whatever.
Inside, it was the standard industry party. Cheese plates and veggie trays with ranch dip. Lots of cheap wine. Lots of people milling about and chatting. Talking about their movies. When it was my turn, I went up to the mic to introduce myself and encourage people to watch my movie about a young boy with a difficult home life escaping into his imagination and having adventures in the woods. As you do.
My official duties completed, I started to wander, bored with the event and curious about the location. On one side of the room there were photos of old professors and presidents, and class photos going back years. These are always so interesting to me. You can see style trends over the years. At some point in the early 1900s, all the old guys stopped sporting gigantic wizard beards. The girls' hairstyles changed but the plaid-skirt-and-white-button-down-shirt uniform was unchanged going back to the 19th century.
I wandered up some stairs from the large hall to a mezzanine floor that overlooked where the party was happening. It was open to the floor below on three sides and I could people-watch while keeping to myself and checking my phone a bit. The fourth side of the floor connected to a darkened hallway, that I assumed led to the rest of the school building.
While I was watching my colleagues networking and guzzling wine, I felt eyes on my back. I turned to see a girl peeking around the doorway. She had large round green eyes and her face was framed by dark brown curls. She was very pretty. She ducked back behind the wall, then scampered across the doorway in a long white nightdress, glancing at me as she went. I figured she was a student at the boarding school. Probably curious about the event.
I crossed the mezzanine and looked in the direction she went. It was a long hall with doors on either side. She was peering at me from one of them. She ducked her head in when she saw me look at her. I did not hear the door shut. I glanced back in the direction I'd come from. Nobody was there to see me going where I definitely wasn't supposed to go. I could hear the murmur from the event downstairs. I stole down the hall to the still-open door and looked inside.
It was a two-bed dorm room, dimly lit by a night light plugged into a baseboard outlet, and the moonlight streaming through a window. The girl I had seen was on a bed, on top of her covers, looking at me. On the other side of the room, her roommate was in bed sleeping. The girl put her fingers to her lips. Be quiet. Then she raised her nightgown up over her long shapely legs, over her hips, exposing her pussy. She spread her legs slightly. That was a clear invitation.
I quietly entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind me. I got on her bed and positioned myself between her legs. She looked nervous, but nodded at me. I put my head down and kissed her thighs on either side of her pussy. I could tell she was holding back moans, but I could hear her breath sighing. I kissed her mound, which was dusted with very fine brown hairs. I licked gently on either side of her labia, slowly probing my tongue deeper into her folds. I found her clit and settled into a rhythm of firm licks across it. It didn't take long for her hips to start shuddering as she climaxed. Her fast breathing gave way to long deep breaths.
I reached down and opened my pants, pulling out my cock that had been intensely throbbing from eating her out. I looked up at her again to check in. She looked scared, but she nodded again. With my hand I guided my dick to the opening of her pussy. Even just touching the head to her cunt, I could feel the intense heat of it. I slowly worked it between her pussy lips. Her breathing became more ragged again, and I felt her tense up. I stopped. Maybe she'd had her pussy licked before (this was a girls' school, after all), but I could tell this would be her first time getting fucked by a man. I had to proceed gently.
I pulled my dick back a bit and caressed her thigh. Instant goosebumps. I ran my hand up her leg up her hips and to her breast. I could feel her firm nipple through the delicate fabric. Finally I brought my hand to her face and gently held the side of her head. I bent down and kissed her warm lips. Her whole body melted beneath me, and she kissed me back passionately. It was time.
While still kissing her, I reached down and held my dick against her opening, and slowly but firmly pushed it in. Instead of tensing up this time, she raised her hips to meet me. I slid in all the way to the base. She gasped. I stopped, holding my shaft inside her, giving her a chance to get used to this new feeling. She had her arms around me, holding me close. I pushed my hips against hers to make sure she could take my whole length. Her breathing was slow and steady, so I began.
Virgins are not for fucking hard, so I would go with another of my favorites: the slow, intense fuck. I pulled my cock out slowly enjoying every bit of her as I went, until just the head was left inside her. I kissed her soft lips again, and looked deeply into her green eyes illuminated by the moonlight. Then, just as slowly, I pushed back into her all the way. Again, and again, and again, and again. Slowly and steadily, enjoying every millimeter of her vagina. And thus she knew that anyone who entered her thereafter would need to appreciate every detail of what was being discovered, or he would be unworthy.
I looked at her face and saw tears welling up in her eyes. I slowed down and was about to ask if something was wrong but she said, "Don't stop. Please don't stop," and put her hand on my hip to bring me back in.
I kept up the steady thrusting. Soon enough, her hips started shuddering again and her breathing changed. She was climaxing for a second time and I could feel the contractions on my dick and that brought me over the top. I delivered my final thrust through her gripping pussy and blasted my cum deep inside her. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life and she held me tight throughout it.
I collapsed on top of her, my entire body still twitching. I hoped I wasn't crushing her with my weight, but I had lost control. She still had her arms around me and was giving me tiny kisses on my neck. As I recovered my senses, I heard heavy breathing nearby, and turned to the source of the noise across the room.
