Selena had given her long hair a new life, styling it into large, cascading waves that added a hint of maturity to her look. Everyone remarked on her enhanced beauty, but Leo, in particular, couldn't stop singing her praises.
The day after her hair transformation, Selena was headed for lunch when she bumped into Wilson, the class representative from their class, on campus.
"Where are you off to, Selena?" Wilson asked. Like Selena, Wilson hailed from the South and lived in a rented room near the school, not far from Leo's apartment. "Wow, your hair looks different!" he added. "Off to lunch, what about you?" Selena replied.
"Why are you dining alone? A pretty girl like you... Where's your boyfriend?" Wilson queried. "He's busy!" Selena quickly shot back. "Well, allow me to accompany you then," Wilson proposed gallantly. "What about your girlfriend?" Selena teased. "She's... busy too. Let's not talk about her. Come on, lunch is on me."
"Sounds good," Selena agreed. Truth be told, Wilson had always been attracted to Selena. Who wouldn't be charmed by a beautiful girl? As the weather was gradually warming up, everyone was starting to dress lightly. Selena was wearing a sleeveless top and a short skirt that day, a simple outfit yet radiating youthful vibrancy.
In his role as host, Wilson led Selena into a rather upscale restaurant, at least in the eyes of the students who usually had to make do with cafeteria food. He picked a seat on the second floor with high-back chairs, a so-called "elegant seat".
As they settled in, a waitress in a tight miniskirt came over to take their orders. Selena, not wanting to seem extravagant, ordered a chicken leg combo. "Make that two," Wilson echoed. As the waitress swayed away, Wilson couldn't help but watch her retreating figure.
"You're such a perv!" Selena playfully chided, "I'm going to tell your girlfriend." "Let's not bring her up," Wilson brushed off her threat.
"Did you two have another fight?" Selena inquired. She knew Wilson and his girlfriend were quite close, but they fought frequently. Wilson only gave a bitter smile: "Let's not talk about her. I have a beautiful woman dining with me, after all!" "Don't flatter yourself!" Selena teased back.
Their meals arrived, and Selena pouted at her plate. "Why is the chicken leg whole, and not cut into pieces?" she wondered. "No problem," Wilson responded, "Eating it whole has its own flavor."
They chatted and ate, discussing shared experiences as people from the same town. Wilson grabbed his chicken leg and started to gnaw at it, and Selena, finding this amusing, followed suit. Wilson even cleaned the bones and savored the residual oil on his fingers.
"Stop being so greedy, it's embarrassing!" Selena giggled. Wilson smirked, "Don't you know? Humans have ten fingers so that we can savor the taste of a meal ten times over."
Selena chuckled, "You're full of it. Here, savor mine too!" she teased, offering her chicken-greased hand. Wilson, playing along, pretended to nibble at her fingers.
To their surprise, neither pulled away, and Wilson found himself genuinely sucking on Selena's fingers, from the base to the tip, moving from finger to finger. An odd sensation coursed through Selena's body, leaving her shivering with goosebumps.
Wilson watched her reactions closely while he continued to savor her fingers. Selena's expression alternated between fixed concentration and dreamy haze, her left hand trembling noticeably. He gently grasped her hand, applying more focus to his unusual feast. After finishing with her left hand, he moved on to her right, and Selena offered no resistance.
As Wilson gently licked her fingers, Selena's breathing grew ragged, matching the wild rhythm of her heartbeat. She had never imagined that having her fingers sucked could feel so exhilarating, something Leo had never explored.
When Wilson finally finished, Selena looked at him in a daze. He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. Yet, she whispered, "We...we shouldn't..."
Ignoring her protest, Wilson leaned down and kissed her cheek. In response, she turned her head to meet his lips, their tongues intertwining in a deep kiss. Wilson knew her words contradicted her actions, so he teased her sensitive tongue, eliciting soft moans from Selena. His hand roamed across her forehead, eyelids, nose, and cheeks.
Breaking from their heated kiss, he murmured, "Selena, your skin is so soft." Impatient, Selena pulled him back, eager to resume their intense lip-lock. They kissed until their breaths were heavy and ragged, only then pulling apart.
Remembering the soft skin he had just praised, Wilson returned his lips to her cheek, planting kisses from her face to her neck, then back up to her chin. Selena squirmed under his touch, her soft sighs filling the air.
Wilson's hand moved in a dance over Selena's waist, eliciting a playful giggle from her. She attempted to halt his advances, but he held her hand tightly, showing it affection with a gentle knead. His hands then journeyed to her delicate forearm, lightly grazing over Selena's skin, enough to cause a pleasant shiver to travel up her spine. Wilson decided to taste her ear next, his tongue grazing along the shell of her ear, making soft appreciative noises, causing a delightful terror to surge through Selena. With a gasp, her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Wilson's hand began an adventurous journey upwards, sneaking into the ticklish hollow of Selena's underarm, playfully tugging at her sparse hair. Selena squirmed in playful protest, her ample breasts pressing against Wilson's chest. Noticing Selena's sensitivity, Wilson hoisted her arm, bent down, and showered her underarm with kisses, sending Selena into fits of giggles.
Wilson was intoxicated by the alluring scent that clung to Selena's skin. Selena, caught between comfort and discomfort, leaned against his back, her breath hitching. Wilson's gentleness was a magnet, drawing Selena deeper and deeper into him. Unlike Leo, who was like a strong, fierce leopard, Wilson was a tender, considerate cat. Lifting his head, Wilson pulled Selena into his embrace, his hands possessively cupping her breasts, kneading them slowly. He whispered in her ear, "Selena, you're quite ample, aren't you?" Proudly, Selena asked, "Do you like them? Is your girlfriend as big as me?"
Laughing, Wilson replied, "She's just a little dumpling." Feeling unsatisfied with just touching her over her clothes, Wilson's hand snaked its way through the sleeve of Selena's blouse. The lacy bra was a hindrance, but with a little maneuvering, Wilson's fingers slipped past it. The sleeve's space was a bit cramped, but he was determined to conquer Selena's 'peak'. His pointer and middle fingers finally managed to pinch Selena's nipple. At first, it was soft, but it quickly hardened under his touch. Wilson was intrigued by the sensation, and Selena moaned in response to his touch, "Oh... oh..."
Suddenly, they heard footsteps behind them. It was the waitress. Wilson quickly withdrew his hand and sat upright, while Selena casually brushed her hair, pretending to be calm. "Anything else I can get for you?" the waitress asked, signaling that she was ready to clear the table. Wilson waved her off, and when she asked about their post-meal drinks, he allowed Selena to order. She asked for two iced teas. Once the waitress left, Selena glanced at her watch and exclaimed, "Oh no! We're late for class!" Wilson asked, "Do you actually attend these classes?" As it turned out, they both had a Chinese History class in the afternoon. The teacher was an old man who just read from the textbook, so most students skipped his class. However, Wilson was the class representative and had to take attendance, so he had no choice but to attend. Selena replied, "Of course! I never skip class."
They quickly finished their iced teas, and Wilson paid the bill. They hurried back to school. After all, they each had their own significant others, and they couldn't appear too close on campus. They simply strolled along like regular classmates, chatting casually. Once they entered the classroom, they chose a corner seat in the back. The classroom was located at the top of the building, and at that time, only their class was in session on that floor. It was remarkably quiet. The elderly professor entered, unfazed by the sparse attendance. He settled at his desk, opened his book, and began his lecture in his usual way. The few students present were preoccupied with their own activities—some reading, others chatting, a few even dozing off.
Selena may not have skipped class, but that didn't mean she was attentive. Pulling out a portable music player from her bag, she offered Wilson one earbud, placing the other in her own ear, closing her eyes as the music filled her senses.
Seeing that everyone was engrossed in their own world, Wilson inched closer to Selena. He slid his arm around her waist, his free hand resting on Selena's knee, playfully caressing it. Selena, her eyes still closed, pretended to be oblivious, but Wilson knew that she had given her silent consent. His hand began to wander, sneaking under her skirt and teasing the inside of her thigh. Selena's skin was soft and smooth, and both of them reveled in the touch. Wilson was incredibly patient, not rushing to invade her inner fortress, instead he lingered between her thighs. After what felt like forever, his hand slowly crept closer to Selena's innermost thigh. He hadn't even really touched her yet, but he could already feel a rush of heat emanating from her. When his fingers finally met a soft barrier, it was already slick with anticipation.
Wilson looked over at Selena, her eyes still closed, but her cheeks were flushed a bright red. She was well aware of her revealing reaction, even back at the restaurant, she had been wet beyond decency. Wilson traced his fingers over the fabric of her panties, Selena merely laid back and enjoyed his touch. Eventually, Wilson carefully propped one of her legs over his own, giving him a more open access. Selena opened her eyes in surprise, but seeing that their classmates and teacher were oblivious, she closed them again. Now, Wilson had complete access, his fingers slipped past the edge of her panties and he made contact with Selena's wet heat. The warm, slippery sensation surprised him, soaking his fingers instantly, yet her face remained a picture of grace and dignity, completely at odds with what was happening beneath the desk.
He lightly brushed his middle finger against Selena's soft folds, rhythmically moving it up and down. Before long, they parted for him, allowing him deeper access. Selena was starting to squirm, occasionally jerking her hips in response to his touch. Wilson's fingers lingered, purposely avoiding her sensitive nub, making Selena bite her lip in frustration. Recognizing her heightened arousal, Wilson touched her sensitive spot with his index finger, sending waves of pleasure through her.
Selena was on the edge, desperate to voice her pleasure out loud. First, her mouth fell open in a dazed surprise, then her head tilted back absent-mindedly, and finally, she found herself gasping and panting, sprawled on the table. But the real trouble was yet to come. As Wilson's finger slipped, unhindered, inside her dripping wetness, Selena quickly clamped her mouth shut, terrified of any moan escaping and alerting the others. Wilson's masterful fingers were relentless, striking her nerves with each movement, leaving her caught between waves of pleasure and torment.
Facing such intense stimulation, Selena was not going to last long. Her hips twitched and jerked, pushing forward to allow Wilson's middle finger to delve deeper. Understanding her heightened arousal, Wilson worked diligently to serve her. Finally, Selena quivered, a muffled moan escaping her lips. Wilson felt a surge of her juices, knowing she had climaxed.
Wilson stopped the motion of his fingers, leaving his middle finger inside her, letting her enjoy the feeling of fulfillment. Selena, draped over the desk, huffed and puffed, her half-lidded eyes full of wanton desire. Wilson adjusted her legs, whispered a few words into her ear, which made Selena chuckle with mischief. Just then, the bell rang for the end of the class. Selena threw Wilson a flirtatious wink, declaring she needed to freshen up in the restroom, and ran off cheerfully. Wilson watched her retreating figure, murmuring to himself, "What a temptress!"
Ten minutes passed, and the class bell rang again. Selena returned and took her seat in a leisurely fashion. Wilson asked, "What took you so long in the restroom?" Selena replied, "It's all your fault...don't I have to clean up?" "Why bother cleaning up when you're going to get wet again?" Wilson said. Selena rolled her eyes and retorted, "You're shameless!"
Turned out, Wilson had whispered to Selena that he wanted to taste her again, and just thinking about it had gotten Selena aroused. But Wilson was not in a rush. He waited until the teacher was again engrossed in the textbook, and the classmates were all drowsy, before he sneaked beneath Selena's desk, gently spreading her legs and burying his head under her skirt. Selena, surprised at his audacity, nervously watched the teacher and classmates, worried someone might turn around and see.
Hidden under Selena's skirt, Wilson got a clear view of her spread thighs and the damp patch on her white, silky panties. The double layer of fabric over her sex hid the details, but the bulge was tantalizing. He began to pull her panties down, Selena initially resisted but gave in. She lightly lifted her hips, allowing him to slip her panties off completely. Handing them to Selena, Wilson quickly buried his head back between her thighs.
Now, he could fully admire Selena's intimate details: light, well-groomed pubic hair, pale pink lips, a tiny, pointed clitoris peeking out from between the folds, and below, her entrance, slightly open from earlier pleasure, displaying the wet, red inner flesh. The entire mound was plump and inviting, reminiscent of a flesh-colored bun. Wilson stuck out his tongue, first tasting the wetness from her entrance, making Selena shudder. Then he began to feast on her, Selena was overwhelmed with pleasure, but she couldn't lie back and enjoy it in the classroom. She shifted her hips forward, sitting on the edge of the chair, allowing Wilson full access to her As Wilson feasted, his desire grew stronger. His entire tongue was nearly buried inside Selena's body. Selena was in ecstasy, her inner muscles twitching and contracting. Wilson substituted his tongue for his fingers, thrusting in and out, though not as rapidly as he would with his manhood. Regardless, Selena felt electrified, yearning to lie down and relish the pleasure, but Wilson was diligently working between her thighs and she had to keep watch. So, she propped her cheeks on her hands, her eyes smoldering with desire, and tried to control her panting, unnoticed.
Having had his fill of her entrance, Wilson moved on to tease her little nub. His tongue danced provocatively over it, making her already swollen clit pulsate with anticipation. Simultaneously, his finger found its way back to her slick entrance, and he began to thrust in and out.
Selena's eyes widened, then closed in surrender, abandoning her watch post. Regardless of who might see her, she decided to enjoy the moment. Wilson's assault was fierce, and Selena rode wave after wave of orgasms, her juices gushing out. Finally spent, she reached a trembling hand to Wilson's head, whispering breathlessly, "Stop... I can't... move... I might... make a noise..." Only then did Wilson retreat, returning to his own seat. Selena was limp on the desk, he joined her, studying her satisfied expression.
Selena shot him a lovestruck smile, murmuring, "I'm exhausted..." Wilson asked, "Have you had enough?" Selena weakly slapped him, closing her eyes to rest. Wilson carefully rearranged her skirt, stroking her hair affectionately. Selena, surprisingly, fell asleep. A while later, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Selena woke to find Wilson watching her. Remembering the pleasure he gave her, she felt a mix of embarrassment and joy. She took his hand and said, "Thank you." Wilson asked her if she would like to go to his room, expressing his desire to take things further. Selena shook her head in hesitation, reminding him that Leo would be picking her up soon. Blushing, she whispered, "Wilson... I do want to be intimate with you, you're so tender, I'm sure making love would be blissful... but not today, can we find another day?"
With no other option, Wilson nodded in agreement. Selena requested that he leave first. She made her way to the restroom, cleaning herself up once more, putting on her panties and heading to her meeting point with Leo. Over the following days, even though Selena and Wilson had the same classes, they couldn't always sit together. They exchanged knowing glances whenever they could.
When their history class came around a week later, Wilson walked in to find Selena at their spot, smiling at him. He quickly made his way to her, their hands secretly intertwining under the table. The old professor entered and began his lecture in his usual fashion. Wilson asked Selena, "Do you have a date with your boyfriend today?" She answered, "No!"
Thrilled, Wilson suggested, "So... How about we go to my place afterward?" Selena responded with a mysterious smile, sliding Wilson's hand up her skirt, placing it on her mound, whispering, "But I have this..." Wilson felt a thick layer of protection and stared at Selena in surprise. It was her time of the month. She apologized with a laugh. After a moment, Wilson said, "It's okay, I'd be content just holding you."
Selena was touched, leaning into his shoulder. Wilson passionately explored her body throughout the two classes, stirring Selena into a state of high arousal. Luckily, she had a pad on, or she would have needed to make another trip to the restroom to clean up. They finally made it to the end of class, Wilson eagerly leading Selena back to his room. As soon as the door closed, they fell onto his bed in a heated embrace.
Selena, overwhelmed by desire, hastily undid Wilson's buttons, while he nervously stripped off his pants and underwear, leaving himself completely naked. As he turned to face Selena, she looked at his lower half and exclaimed, "Wow! How cute!"
Wilson had a modest member, even at full mast it was no more than four or five inches. He asked her, somewhat disheartened, "Is that your idea of a compliment?" Selena reached out to hold him, revealing the reddened tip. Without hesitation, she leaned over to take him into her mouth. Wilson, seeing how serious she was, let her suck to her heart's content. Selena knelt on the bed, her mouth full, as she stripped off her clothes, leaving only her light orange panties on.
Wilson pulled her up and laid her down, turning to admire her ample breasts. They had been intimate before, but had never seen each other fully naked. He wanted to take a good look. He reached out to touch and knead, even using his mouth. Selena moaned in pleasure, evidently enjoying his touch. After a while, he decided to take off her panties.
"They're dirty," Selena warned. But Wilson ignored her, removing her panties anyway. Selena was now completely naked, her lower area a mess of menstrual and arousal fluids. Driven by desire, Wilson quickly positioned himself over her, his erection at her entrance, and with one push he was fully inside her.
"Oh..." Selena moaned. Wilson worked his hips, thrusting in and out. His member might not have been as long and thick as Leo's, but the sensation was just as intense. Selena assured him she was pleased. Encouraged, Wilson thrust even more passionately. His arms held up his upper body as he watched Selena's breasts sway with his movements.
Seeing his efforts, Selena felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She lifted her head to take his nipple in her mouth, her tongue teasing him. Wilson was tickled by her actions and bent down to nibble at Selena's ear, his tongue teasing her ear canal.
With her body being attended to and the sound of his heavy breathing in her ear, Selena couldn't hold back anymore. She locked her limbs around Wilson and cried out as she reached climax. Wilson, spurred on by her cries, gave a few more desperate thrusts before releasing a thick load inside his beautiful classmate.
Once their passionate session ended, Wilson collapsed beside Selena, not forgetting to tenderly caress her post-orgasm. Selena looked down at his member, noticing the blood mixed with semen. She felt guilty, apologizing, "I told you it would be messy..." But Wilson kissed her, saying, "I like it." She happily snuggled into his arms. Wilson held her close, asking, "Was I too short? Was it not satisfying enough?" Selena assured him she enjoyed it.
Wilson asked, "How big is your boyfriend?" Selena told him, and he was taken aback. "Really?!" he asked. Selena affirmed. "Does he go really deep?" Wilson questioned. Selena described the sensation, confirming it was indeed deep and satisfying. As Wilson listened, he became a tad jealous.
"Wow!" Selena exclaimed in surprise, "You're hard again!" Hearing Selena recount her experiences with Leo had unknowingly stirred Wilson up again. He climbed on top of Selena, saying, "Okay, he may be impressive, but I'm going to make love to you again!"
With that, he passionately entered Selena. They made love five times that day, only stopping when Selena refused to share more about her experiences with Leo. Wilson's jealousy had fueled him to the point of nearly making love till dawn. Selena promised him his performance was no less satisfying than Leo's. Only then did he contentedly let Selena return to her dorm.