For three days their eyes had met frequently across a crowded lecture hall, but they had never spoken. A big mistake for them both. Suddenly, as he stepped from the lift, there she was just across the corridor, opening her room door.
Transfixed by the nearness of her, Tom took in the delicacy of her features and confirmed the shapeliness of her body. He had to say something. But nothing sensible would fit together. Slowly, her eyes wide with shock, she was moving towards him. God, she was so alluring. With one stride he had closed the gap between them.
Gina had never known such deep feelings. Their colliding glances had moistened her a few times. The uncharacteristic unknown lustfulness this darkly handsome man had aroused made her most secret parts ache for his intrusion. Unsmiling, he came closer and it seemed natural that his arms should enfold her. She couldn’t speak, but clung desperately on to him, telling herself it was to keep from fainting.
As their mouths came together, wide, and wet, and tongues lunged and searched, something hard , oh yes, pressed against her thigh. She felt herself being turned to stumble backwards towards her open door.
For Tom there could only be one outcome. Her smoky eyes had told him, as he edged her back against the door frame, and around it into her room. The passion in her kiss told him that his recent attraction to her had not been fantasy.
As the door closed, Gina, back against the wall, twisted her body to direct his hardness Frantically, her hand reached down, as she broke the kiss to gasp, "I so need it. I’m not—"
Feeling her hand move over his shielded prick, Tom reduced the pressure on her hips to allow her to complete her search. Her words excited him more, and he responded, "Yes, God, I’ve wanted to—" So quickly, her desperate fingers had freed and were grasping his solid erection, and Tom thrilled at the warm hand gripping him.
Gina heard herself moaning as delightedly she discovered how easily his cock came free. Not so ridiculous now, this urge. Clumsily she tried to guide him up under her wide skirt.
Tom marvelled that her urgency mirrored his own. Eagerly he dragged up the hem of her skirt, discovered no panties but found his fingers in the morass of moisture that awaited his invasion. She pulled on his cock, he bent his knees, and waited for her to place him.
It was the only thing on Gina's mind, but she was delighted as briefly his fingers dwelt along her soaking groove. She felt his knees bend, and panting fiercely in anticipation, she rammed his penis head at her drizzling opening.
The moment her hand released him, Tom gave a massive heave upwards and thrilled at the sheer delight of that long first journey into the moistness of her clawing passage, where muscles pulled in their urgency, and he heard her cry out a wild, "Oh, yes. Fuck me."