I didn't know much about Alia. She was hot...That was it. I'm not really sure what she was. She looked mixed with something, had perfect, naturally dark tan skin, and long, curly black hair. She always wore skirts. It might've been cultural, but again, not sure what she was. Until earlier tonight.
Alia developed overnight. One day, she was kind of flat-chested. The next day, boom, 32C. She fidgeted a lot, too. I'd watch her adjust in her chair, never getting comfortable, sometimes fix her skirt. Other times, I swore she was flushed. After that first week, she fidgeted less and less, so I figured, if she developed late, then maybe it was just her period coming late, too.
None of this should've been on my mind. I'm Alia's T.A. I try not to mess with my teacher's students, which actually isn't all that hard for me. My name is Kent. I'm 25, and I am...I was a virgin. For a long time, I knew something was weird about me. I was attracted to girls, but when I tried to be with one, I never stayed interested enough, or hard enough, to get very far. When I wondered if I was gay, I tried looking at gay porn and pics, and none of it did anything for me. So, I thought I was asexual. I could get myself off, and that would have to be enough.
Fortunately, that wasn't enough. Earlier tonight, I was grading papers in the library and fell asleep. It might've been because Alia was two tables in front of me that I dreamed about her. Actually, I was in her body, glancing up at myself sleeping two tables away. Alia looked back down, so I glanced at her breasts, a lock of her curls draped over it, then down at her pretty legs peeking out of her skirt. I wanted to see if I was lucid, so I thought about touching her legs. Alia dropped her hand to her lap and stroked her knees, then looked down in shock. I felt her face warm up and wondered what else I could do. I took the hem of her skirt and slowly drew her skirt up to see her thighs. I ran my fingertips along her inner thigh, and a chill went through her body. I lost control of her as I felt a stir in my pants. Alia quickly pulled her skirt down again and squeezed her legs together. She slid a hand between her thighs.
"Not now," she whispered.
Somehow, I felt her hand pressing down on my penis, trying to stop it from getting hard. There was no stopping it, though. In fact, I don't think I'd ever gotten harder faster. I moaned in my sleep, and Alia looked up at me. Through her eyes, I saw my hand holding the obvious bulge of my six and a half inches tenting my jeans. I felt her suddenly get wet, and something else caught my eye. I looked down to see a tent rising in her skirt.
"Kent?" her voice sounded shocked, but her breath was heavy. She looked at me again, and my tent looked to be leaning towards her.
I woke up with a light gasp, rock hard. Alia was still across from me, her face obviously flushed as she stared down at her book. Her chest heaved slowly, her nipples poking through her shirt. She crossed her legs, and that's when I realized something else was up. I felt her thighs rub my balls, and when she squeezed her legs, I shuddered and came. It wasn't a lot, but I felt the jizz shoot out of my head. Alia bit her lip, but she never looked at me. Instead, she packed her things, looked around, and stood with her books covering her lap.
"We need to go," she whispered on her way by me.
I grabbed my things in one sweep and followed her upstairs to the third floor, No Man's Land even during school hours. We went to a dark corner only partially touched by the lights downstairs and dropped our things in the chairs. She turned to me, and I saw the bulge in her skirt.
"I wasn't dreaming," I said. Alia obviously had a secret, and I was looking right at it.
"No," she said. "My mother is an alien. The dream you had means that you're my mate. We're bound to each other."
My eyes widened briefly, but I felt that she was telling the truth. "How?"
Alia blushed, but she took off her shirt and bra. Her breasts were beautiful, her nipples black and hard. Then, she unzipped her skirt, pushed it to the floor. Through one leg of her panties, her dick, five and a half inches, was pointing at my hard cock, which twitched at the sight. I moved closer to her. The head looked like a clit, but it was closed like a cockhead. Everything about it was feminine.
"Touch it," she said. I did and jumped when I felt like someone had touched mine. "You feel what I feel so that your pleasure is heightened. This only happens to those who are bound to each other. You are my One."
"This is a lot to take in...figuratively." Alia smiled at my accidental joke. I ran my hand slowly along her shaft, moaned as the sensation went along mine. I stopped. "Wait...what about your pleasure?"
She smiled sweetly then. She took my other hand and tucked it between her legs. I felt her lips through her panties, damp and warm, and my dick went to full hardness. She had a penis and a vagina. I ran my fingers across her lips, and she closed her eyes with a sigh. My fingers against her pussy were getting wetter, her juice coming through the fabric. I worked my other hand around the band of her panties and pulled them down. Alia unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, pushing them and my boxers down in one motion. My cock flew up, the head glossed by my spontaneous cum minutes before. Alia took her cock in one hand, mine in the other, and rubbed them both. My hips moved with a mind of their own, feeling both of her hands around it.
I took her breasts in my hands and kneaded them. She threw her head back then, gasping. Crystal clear precum pearled at the head of her lady dick, and my mouth watered. I hadn't realized my lips were parted, but I felt the drool at the corner of my mouth. Alia reached up and licked it away, then sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. I licked her top lip before we started kissing, lips and tongues rolling around each other. Her mouth was warm and soft. I was getting dizzy and harder from the feel of Alia's hands on our dicks. Precum was lubing us both up, and I was starting to want more.
Alia knew it, and she backed up, lay herself on the table, and spread her legs to me. I got a full view of her beautiful pink folds dripping for me. I blushed. The jig was up.
