Ben looked in the mirror. He scrutinized himself. Short brown hair, blue eyes, thin frame. Tallish, but not towering over everyone else. He was clad in khaki shorts and a blue tee-shirt.
Ben was extremely nervous. His girlfriend, Violet, had alluded to some naughtiness this evening that he wasn't sure he was up to. He combed his hair again and sniffed his armpits. He opened the door to his dorm room and walked out. Down the hall, across the courtyard, into her building, and up to her door he traveled. She suddenly opened the door. He was stunned. Her awe-inspiring intense brown eyes shone. She was wearing a flowing purple skirt and a black crop tank top. Her long, dark hair curled gently and naturally at the ends near her waist. She grabbed him by the waist of his pants and pulled him inside. She shut the door.
Ben was speechless. He looked around her dorm room. She slid her hands around his waist and under his shirt. She slid his shirt off over his head. She adeptly maneuvered her hands down to his hips and guided him onto her bed. She lay him down and sidled up next to him. He closed his eyes and put his head back onto her pillow, filling his nostrils with the scent of her hair. She lay herself on top of him. He roughly pushed his hands across her skin from her lower back and up. She groaned, arching her back ever-so slightly. She kissed him slowly and hard. He felt her soft yet firm lips caress his, then press down as she slid her moist, velvety tongue into his mouth, exploring briefly then retreating. He squirmed slightly under her passionate grip. She pulled away from his lips, leaving him gasping and licked his neck gently. She lifted her head and stared into his eyes, giving Ben the impression that she might eat him at any moment.
She looked into his eyes held his gaze. He sensed something reckless in her eyes. She yearned to just rip him apart. She admired his nicely muscled chest and his almost six-pack. She tugged down his pants and boxers and attacked his hip with her mouth. Once again he felt her hot mouth on his skin and writhed with desire. She tore off his pants and boxers as fast as she could.
Violet stood back and admired her handiwork. Ben lay prostrate on her bed, naked. He was covering his genitals with his long, artistic hands. She wished that she could take a picture. Violet stripped off her top, revealing her beautiful round breasts, full and heavy. Her nipples were perfectly circular with dark half-dollar sized areolas. From her left nipple glinted a silver nipple ring.
She proceeded to strip her skirt off. She had no underwear on. Having just gotten a bikini wax two days prior, her perfectly sculpted pubic hair was a breathtaking sight for Ben. He attempted to cover his stiffening penis to no avail.
