College Classmate Comes Over For Homework And Gets Fucked

Title: College Classmate Comes Over For Homework And Gets Fucked
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Matthew sat at his small desk in the cramped dorm room, textbooks and notebooks scattered everywhere. The afternoon sun filtered through the cheap blinds, casting stripes across the unmade bed. Emily, his classmate from psych class, had texted earlier asking if they could study together for the upcoming exam. She showed up in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, hair in a messy bun, looking like she’d just rolled out of her own dorm bed.
“Hey, thanks for letting me come over,” Emily said, dropping her bag on the floor. “My roommate is blasting music and I can’t focus.”
“No problem,” Matthew replied, clearing some space on the desk. “I’ve been staring at these notes for hours anyway.”
They started going over the material, sitting side by side. Her knee brushed against his under the desk a few times. At first it seemed accidental, but after the third time, neither of them pulled away. The room felt warmer than usual. The faint hum of the mini-fridge and distant voices from the hallway filled the background.
Emily leaned closer to point at something in her notebook. Her t-shirt shifted, giving Matthew a clear view of her cleavage. She caught him looking but didn’t say anything. Instead, she smiled slightly and bit her lip.
“You know,” she said softly, “this stuff is so boring. My brain is fried.”
“Yeah, mine too,” Matthew admitted. His hand rested on her thigh now, testing the waters. She didn’t move it away.
The shift happened fast. Emily turned toward him, and suddenly their mouths were on each other. It wasn’t smooth or movie-like – their noses bumped at first, and they both laughed quietly before going back in. Her lips tasted like the cherry lip balm she always wore. Matthew’s hands slid under her t-shirt, feeling the warm, soft skin of her back.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since the first week of class,” he muttered against her mouth.
Emily pulled back just enough to yank her t-shirt over her head. Her bra was simple black cotton, nothing fancy. She reached behind and unhooked it, letting her tits spill out. They were full and natural, nipples already hard. Matthew’s cock twitched in his shorts.
She stood up and pushed her sweatpants down along with her panties in one motion. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, a small landing strip above smooth lips. Matthew could already see she was getting wet.
“Your turn,” she said, voice low and urgent.
He stood and dropped his shorts. His cock sprang free, already rock hard. Emily wrapped her hand around it immediately, stroking slowly while they kissed again. Her grip was firm and perfect.
They moved to the bed in a clumsy tangle of limbs. Matthew sat on the edge and Emily dropped to her knees between his legs. She looked up at him with those big eyes as she took his cock into her mouth. No teasing – she sucked him deep right away, her tongue swirling around the head. Wet slurping sounds filled the small room. Matthew groaned and put a hand on the back of her head, guiding her but not forcing.
“Shit, Emily… that feels so good,” he breathed.
She bobbed her head faster, saliva dripping down his shaft. Every few strokes she’d pull off to catch her breath and stroke him with her hand, then dive back in. The realistic sounds – the gagging when she took him too deep, the wet pops when she pulled off – made it even hotter.
After a few minutes she stood up, wiping her mouth. “I need you inside me.”
Matthew lay back on the bed. Emily climbed on top, straddling him. She reached down and guided his cock to her entrance, rubbing the head against her wet pussy lips a few times before sinking down. They both moaned as he stretched her open. She was tight and warm, gripping him perfectly.
“Fuck yes,” she whispered, starting to ride him slowly at first. Her tits bounced with each movement. Matthew grabbed her hips, helping her find a rhythm. The bed creaked under them – cheap dorm bed springs protesting the motion.
Emily leaned forward, her messy hair falling around her face as she rode him harder. Skin slapped against skin. The smell of sex mixed with the faint scent of her vanilla body spray and the leftover pizza from last night on the desk.
Matthew flipped them over suddenly, nearly knocking a pillow off the bed. Now on top, he thrust into her deep and steady. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder, Matthew.”
He obliged, pounding into her. Her pussy made wet squelching noises with every thrust. Sweat started to bead on their skin. Her nails dug into his back, not enough to draw blood but enough to leave marks.
The pace got frantic. Matthew could feel her getting close – her breathing changed, her pussy clenched around him tighter. He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb while fucking her.
“Oh god, right there… don’t stop,” she moaned, trying to keep her voice down in case someone was walking past in the hallway.
Her orgasm hit hard. Emily’s back arched, her whole body shaking as she came. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, soaking him. Matthew kept thrusting through it, drawing it out for her.
When she came down, she pushed him off gently and got on all fours. “From behind. I want it like that.”
Matthew got behind her on the narrow bed, lining up and sliding back into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her deep, his balls slapping against her. The view was incredible – her ass rippling with each impact, her back arched, hair messy across the pillow.
He reached around and played with her tits while pounding her. Emily pushed back against him, meeting every thrust.
“Fill me up,” she begged. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
That pushed him over the edge. Matthew groaned loudly as he came, burying himself deep and pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy. He kept thrusting slowly through his orgasm, making sure every drop was inside her.
They collapsed together on the bed, breathing hard. His cock slipped out of her, followed by a trickle of his cum leaking from her swollen pussy. Emily reached down and rubbed it absently, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Fuck… that was way better than studying,” she laughed quietly.
Matthew chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “We should probably actually do some work now before someone comes looking for us.”
Emily rolled over and grabbed her notebook from the floor, still completely naked. “Five minutes. Then round two after we review chapter four.”
The room smelled like sex and sweat. The textbooks lay forgotten again as they caught their breath, the real world of exams and classes waiting just outside the door. But for now, in this messy dorm room with the unmade bed and scattered notes, they had something much more fun to focus on.