First Year
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				Title: <strong>First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>14-08-2006, 19:30:29</strong>
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				Anya was exhausted before classes even started.&nbsp; Her first year at Cal State Fullerton was supposed to be exciting, her first experience of life outside of a tiny Midwest town, away from her parents' watchful eyes, but it turned out to be hectic and overwhelming.&nbsp; Her mother, a diminutive woman of Asian descent and gentle disposition, had been relieved that she would be staying with her cousin while she was there, instead of diving into dorm or sorority life.&nbsp; Truth be told, Anya had little use for the social trappings that were associated with college, it was all completely foreign to her.&nbsp; Her father, a tall, imposing second-generation Russian immigrant, announced that she would be going away to college instead of attending the community college near their home because he wanted his little girl to "experience life outside of the nest".&nbsp; As much as she disliked her father's habit of making proclamations about her life, she had looked forward to college, right up to the point that she'd arrived on the campus.<br><br>Not only was it huge and sadly lacking signage, the people who were milling about were less than friendly.&nbsp; Her cousin had warned her that it was a lot different from the little town she'd grown up in, but it was still a shock the first time she'd stepped off the bus and stood amidst a crowd of students who seemed to know their way around the campus.&nbsp; She'd asked a couple of passersby where she could find the admissions office, but soon realized that they had little interest in helping her.&nbsp; Although she favored her mother in appearance, she didn't fuss with her appearance much and was rather soft spoken, so it seemed that she'd gone from being one of the prettier girls in school to being average at best.<br><br>After spending hours waiting patiently, she finally managed to get a copy of her final schedule and headed to the bookstore, where she proceeded to spend an obscene amount of money on books.&nbsp; Carrying her purchases back to her cousin's house on the bus was a distinctly unpleasant experience, and by the time she arrived in her room and flopped down on her bed she fell asleep and didn't wake until the next morning, still fully dressed, having slept twelve hours.<br><br>The first day of classes she made an effort to dress nicely, applying light makeup and thinking to herself that it was a form of armor to protect herself from the strangeness of her new environment.&nbsp; Although she hadn't played sports in school she was in good physical shape and chose a soft, lavendar sweater that clung to the curve of her full breasts.&nbsp; She felt a bit self-conscious about the length of her skirt, or lack thereof, knowing that if she bent over her lavendar panties would be all too visible.&nbsp; <br><br>Entering the classroom, she was relieved to see that its format was familiar, it was a traditional setup, and she sank into a seat on the far side of the room near the front.&nbsp; She gasped at the shock of the cool seat against her bare thighs, then blushed, hoping that no one heard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>14-08-2006, 19:57:10</strong>
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				By the time his first class rolled around, David was both completely worn out and completely awake.&nbsp; Worn out, because he spent nearly a year fighting with red tape to keep his standing as a junior, even up to the week before classes began.&nbsp; He finally got to add classes online, though most of them were full and he ended up with an odd mix of classes he didn't need.&nbsp; He was completely awake because he'd gotten up at 6 AM, despite the fact that his first class wasn't until 9 and he lived all of 15 minutes away from campus.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; To fight the good fight for good parking.&nbsp; The school had thirty six thousand enrolled students and enough parking for perhaps a quarter of that, on a good day.&nbsp; Never mind that one parking lot was missing while they built a parking structure in its place.<br><br>So, after arriving on campus before 7 AM, he had quite some time to kill in the student union "Underground" before going anywhere important.&nbsp; As usual it was fairly empty at this hour; a couple guys were watching ESPN on the big screen TVs, but that was about it.&nbsp; So he decided to check the flyers and schedules to see when the tournaments would start.&nbsp; Texas Hold 'Em started in September, ping pong and bowling in October, and a few billiard tournaments sprinkled throughout.&nbsp; He made a mental note of some of them but opted to pass on billiards; not that he was bad, he just didn't like the tables in the Underground.&nbsp; After what seemed like forever, it was finally a quarter to nine, and he hoofed it to his first class: Political Science 100.<br><br>Ah, Humanities, eight floors of insane stairs and only four elevators.&nbsp; Luckily David was a bit on the husky side, and he waded into the elevator car with a natural advantage.&nbsp; Five floors up and he was there, just a short walk down the hall and into the classroom.&nbsp; There weren't many people there, it being ten minutes before class and the first day, which always features lots of latecomers.&nbsp; Sometimes even the teacher.&nbsp; Thank god for the 15-minute rule.&nbsp; He scoped out a seat in the first row, and in doing so a very cute Asian girl caught his eye.&nbsp; He could never guess nationality, but he wasn't picky.&nbsp; He picked a seat near to her, with just one desk as a buffer, and prayed the class wasn't full and the desk between them would stay empty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>14-08-2006, 20:35:48</strong>
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				Anya did her best to hide her nervousness, overtly watching other students enter, some obviously not in their first year.&nbsp; Poli Sci was a required class, one that she somewhat dreaded so wanted to get out of the way early.&nbsp; She felt a bit out of place among the curvy, beautiful, polished American girls, her straight black hair having none of the finesse of the carefully arranged coifs that entered.&nbsp; She was unaware of her own beauty, of the uniqueness of her appearance, although she knew that she wasn't exactly ugly.&nbsp; She'd inherited her mother's Asian facial features, straight black hair, and long, thin fingers, but she'd gotten her father's beautiful blue eyes and quick wit.&nbsp; She assumed that she could thank her father's side of the family for her breasts as well, since her mother was not well-endowed at all.&nbsp; Seeing her parents side-by-side was a bit funny, actually... a tiny Asian woman eclipsed by a tall, strapping Russian with pale blonde hair and a broad smile.<br><br>When he entered the room she'd been sitting there for a few minutes and was feeling a bit sorry for herself.&nbsp; She noticed him immediately, although she did her best to hide it, not wanting to appear desperate for companionship, regardless of the fact that that's exactly how she felt.&nbsp; She felt like a kitten amidst a pack of wolves.&nbsp; As he took his seat she glanced up at him and offered a shy smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>14-08-2006, 20:48:37</strong>
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				David smiled back at the girl, but he didn't venture to start an awkward conversation that would just make her change seats.&nbsp; He set his backpack under the desk, without bothering to get anything out of it.&nbsp; Hopefully this teacher would be like most and just hand out the syllabus on the first day before letting us go.&nbsp; He still had to brave the burser's office line to get a parking permit, and then get home and order books online before they ran out.<br><br>The first day of class was always a rush-fest, going from class to class, trying to get through crowds of people, standing in long lines... he was actually looking forward to the middle of the semester, when people started skipping classes and sleeping late, and it became much less hectic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 23:54:20</strong>
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				The end of her first day found her exhausted, and she fell into bed early, almost dreading the next day.&nbsp; As it turned out, it was uneventful, even boring, and she found that the biggest challenge was finding her way around.&nbsp; When Thursday rolled around she found herself sitting in the same seat in Poli Sci.&nbsp; Having looked over the curriculum, she was a bit concerned that she hadn't waited to take the class.&nbsp; It appeared that there were numerous papers required, and she was a bit intimidated by the idea of tackling them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 00:12:54</strong>
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				David spent most of Tuesday in various lines, and most of Wednesday recovering.&nbsp; By Thursday he felt more settled, and headed up to class a bit early.&nbsp; Going into the classroom for PoliSci, he saw that cute Asian girl in the same seat as before.&nbsp; Figuring he hadn't scared her off yet, David took the same seat as he had as well, this time getting out his laptop to take notes.&nbsp; Since there were still some minutes before class, he ventured to feel out her attitude and risk having her change seats.<br><br>"Hey."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 00:26:31</strong>
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				Just as she was working herself up to a state of alarm, someone spoke to her.&nbsp; Turning, her eyes were wide and bit wild for a moment before she took a deep breath and collected herself.<br><br>"Hi.."&nbsp; She wasn't exactly skilled in discourse with males, but it was pretty obvious to her that he was a bit shy, which made her want to ease his discomfort.&nbsp; Extending her hand with a smile, she said, "my name is Anya."&nbsp; It seemed a bit silly and formal, but she'd done it without really thinking about it first, and she blushed lightly, deciding it would be rude to retract her hand.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 00:32:29</strong>
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				The girl's reaction at first made him think for sure that she was going to change seats at the first opportunity.&nbsp; When she introduced herself, it caught him a bit by surprise, but moreso her offer to shake hands.&nbsp; Weird.&nbsp; "Name's David..."&nbsp; He tentatively reached out and shook her hand, while his mind scrambled for something to say that didn't sound fucking stupid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 01:07:13</strong>
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				She held his hand a bit longer than necessary, looking into his eyes, then realized what she was doing and released him with a nervous clearing of her throat.<br><br>"Well... yes... nice to meet you David."&nbsp; She had no idea what to say, so she concentrated on not looking awkward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 02:32:14</strong>
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				"Nice to meet you too..."&nbsp; He had little idea what to ask next, aside the pat question everyone asks everyone.&nbsp; "What year are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 05:56:03</strong>
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				"This is my first year... you?"&nbsp; There was something about him that attracted her... perhaps his wry expression, the way he didn't quite look at her when he spoke to her... but she had little skill in dealing with the opposite sex.&nbsp; Which made it all the more interesting when the instructor assigned the first research project and suggested that the class break into study groups.&nbsp; Without much subtlety at all she made sure that she was in his study group, hoping that she wasn't being too obvious even as she handed him her phone number with a bright smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 06:28:45</strong>
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				"I'm a third year myself, though it sometimes feels like an eternity..."&nbsp; David immediately forced himself to stop talking along those lines, before he said anything stupid and emo.&nbsp; "If you need any help finding your way around or anything, you can ask me."&nbsp; Sure, it was an incredibly flimsy pretext to try talking to her again, but whatever.&nbsp; He was rather glad that the teacher later brought up study groups, and even moreso when Anya was the only one to be in his.&nbsp; If the groups weren't forming so early, people would see by then how smart he was, and he'd be crowded by moochers.&nbsp; He was only too happy to get Anya's number, and give her his cell number in return with a smile of his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 06:47:08</strong>
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				Something fluttered low in her belly at his smile and she found herself staring for a moment, the teacher's voice mere background noise that she didn't quite comprehend as she realized what she was doing.&nbsp; Blushing crimson, she dropped her gaze to his chest, thoughts suddenly absorbed in whether or not he had chest hair, which made her look at his phone number instead.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath didn't improve the situation due to friction and she looked at him from beneath her lashes, not realizing that she looked almost predatory, like a lioness sizing up an antelope for her evening meal.&nbsp; Political Science was the last think on her mind even as she offered, "Maybe we could go to Starbucks after class and discuss our papers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 07:00:17</strong>
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				The way she looked at him made David a little (more) nervous.&nbsp; On several levels, her request didn't make any sense.&nbsp; He was sure they both had classes after this one.&nbsp; The second day of school is rather early for working on a paper that's not even fleshed out enough to have a due date.&nbsp; The class hasn't even gone over enough material for them to consider possible topics.&nbsp; None of that mattered to David, whose brain had suffered at least a partial shutdown.&nbsp; So, he found himself responding, "Uh, sure... my last class gets out around 1..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 07:17:05</strong>
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				"Great!&nbsp; I'll meet you there at about 1:30."&nbsp; She was a bit shocked at her own forward behavior, but she was also grateful that she didn't have a class after this one since she had every intention of running home to indulge in a bit of self-gratification while her cousin was at work.&nbsp; Anya had been so absorbed in her education that she hadn't indulged much sexually, only occasionally sneaking an orgasm in the shower or in the middle of the night, but it had obviously been too long because her mind filled with images of their bodies intertwined in various ways as they had hushed, breathless discussions about political science.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 07:27:42</strong>
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				David went through the rest of his classes in something of a daze.&nbsp; He was actually going to have coffee with a girl who had no obvious self-serving motive behind it.&nbsp; He hardly knew what to think.&nbsp; The paranoid part of his mind thought it could be a trap, but the sorority rush week wasn't until next month at least, so it couldn't be some sort of pledge hazing....&nbsp; Besides, he never knew any of the frats or sororities to pull shit like that on campus.&nbsp; Nevertheless, at 1:30 he was sitting at a table inside Starbucks, sipping on a Frappucino and trying to calm his rampant thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 08:00:17</strong>
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				Rushing home, Anya burst through the door shedding clothing.&nbsp; After a rather noisy shower she emerged glowing and smelling of lavendar body scrub.&nbsp; It didn't take her long to get ready, she wasn't one to primp and preen, preferring to be efficient and low maintenance, so she arrived at Starbuck's promptly at 1:30.&nbsp; Entering, she saw him immediately and had a stab of nerves.&nbsp; She had, after all, invited him here to discuss a paper she knew nothing about... the assignment wasn't even complete, so she had little idea what they would talk about.&nbsp; Her system was, however, flooded enough with endorphins to make her bold, and she decided that she was going to make the most of their time together.<br><br>Sinking into her chair, she made sure to sit straight so that he could see her soft pink sweater strain against her breasts.&nbsp; "Hey... how was class?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 08:11:37</strong>
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				David looked at Anya enter with a smile, but inside he was rather stunned.&nbsp; She had clearly changed clothes, and.. he thought he smelled.. lavendar?&nbsp; She definitely had taken a shower too.&nbsp; Suddenly he felt dirty and sweaty, which didn't help his nerves any.<br><br>"Hey..."&nbsp; He made a concerted effort not to openly look at her chest.&nbsp; "It was alright, still the first week... you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 08:15:36</strong>
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				Leaning forward, a wicked grin curved her full lips as she spoke softly, "Poli Sci is my only class today... until I go to Lit at 3."&nbsp; She left it to his imagination to discern what she had done with her free time.&nbsp; "I'm going to go grab a latte... would you like me to get you something too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 08:20:42</strong>
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				Anya seemed... different somehow.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if it was good or bad, and his brain didn't seem to want to try processing it.<br><br>"Uh, I'm good for right now..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 08:32:16</strong>
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				She paused mid-rise, her eyes going to his as she lowered her voice and leaned forward, "I'll bet you are..."&nbsp; Before he could respond, she was gone, walking away from him to go to the counter and get her latte.&nbsp; When she returned her cheeks were a bit flushed, she was a bit shocked at her own boldness, but she refused to allow her inexperience to stop her from pursuing what she desired.&nbsp; She sat across from him sipping her latte gingerly, her eyes on his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>03-09-2006, 08:47:00</strong>
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				He watched her go, admiring the view of her ass before hastily trying to look away before she turned around.&nbsp; Alarm bells were ringing in his head, but he had no idea what the scam could possibly be.&nbsp; The intent look in her eyes only made him more uncomfortable.&nbsp; Nervously, he tried to chuckle.&nbsp; "Uh, wow.. you sure know how to give a guy ideas, heh..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>21-09-2006, 02:27:43</strong>
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				"Ideas?&nbsp; What kind of ideas, David?"&nbsp; Sipping with a slight slurping sound, Anya looked boldly into his eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>21-09-2006, 02:33:53</strong>
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				David swallowed a bit.&nbsp; He still had no idea why this girl was so... eager, but he sure didn't think it was anything to do with him.&nbsp; "You know... the sorts of ideas that would get me slapped for mentioning them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>06-01-2007, 18:10:24</strong>
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				Anya's lack of experience being coquettish had her divided... part of her wanted to say something witty while the rest of her wanted to blush crimson and hide her face.&nbsp; Of course the thought that she might offend him was swimming around in her thoughts, the possibility of him deciding that she was some kind of weirdo as well, but in the moment she decided not to run scared.<br><br>"I'm not the slapping type, actually," putting her latte down, she rested her elbows on the edge of the table and leaned forward a bit.&nbsp; "Do tell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 00:33:39</strong>
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				"Oh, you know..." David began, and hesitated.&nbsp; Whatever was going on, it seemed to be good for him, right?&nbsp; Even if it was just some kind of scam, he had this beautiful girl in front of him, acting interested.&nbsp; And she said she wasn't the slapping type, so he really had carte blanch, didn't he?&nbsp; He could say whatever filthy thing he wanted and after she stormed out and left, it would at least be fodder for masturbation.<br><br>Of course, that didn't stop him from chickening out on obscenity, but he still said far more than he would in any other circumstances.<br><br>"...Late night study sessions that become late night makeout sessions, that become late night sexual encounters...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 00:51:53</strong>
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				She found his hesitation adorable, and combined with the pressure the edge of the chair was exerting on her swollen sex his answer brought a sultry smile to her lips.<br><br>"Is that generally how study sessions go?"&nbsp; Pressing her elbows against her breasts, she leaned forward a bit further.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 00:59:34</strong>
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				She wasn't fleeing.&nbsp; She wasn't angry, visibly anyway.&nbsp; She was even smiling, in a very arousing way.&nbsp; And David was very aroused by now.<br><br>"The best ones, yeah..."<br><br>His eyes, possibly acting of their own accord, looked down at her chest.&nbsp; It was a bit more than a glance, but not quite a stare.&nbsp; As soon as he regained control of them, he brought them back up to her face.&nbsp; Well, he couldn't quite get up to look her in the eyes, but he managed to reach her chin at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 02:24:56</strong>
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				Enjoying his distraction, she brought a hand up to trail a fingertip along the neckline of her sweater.<br><br>"Does that happen often?&nbsp; I learn so much more when I've had a bit of exercise and am well rested."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 02:42:25</strong>
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				All the teasing pushed David over the edge.&nbsp; His brain had shut down, and his mouth was running on auto-pilot.&nbsp; It's the only way to explain the fact that he managed to say something he'd never say in his right mind.<br><br>"Not as often as you'd think, but if you're up for it, we could move this study session to your place."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 01:42:50</strong>
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				Flushing slightly at his boldness, she hesitated.&nbsp; Her body was humming, her skin sensitive, but her mind balked slightly at being so brave.&nbsp; Within seconds she'd made up her mind, smiling warmly and picking up her cup.<br><br>"You know, that's a great idea!&nbsp; It's a bit noisy here, I can barely hear myself think."<br><br>Rising gracefully, she assumed that he'd follow as she made her way to the door, a little extra sway in her hips.&nbsp; Reaching the door, she held it open for him as she spoke.<br><br>"We'll have to take the bus, I'm afraid I don't have a car."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 04:56:48</strong>
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				David did indeed follow her, his hurried pace masking his shaky knees.&nbsp; When he got to the door, however, and heard her say she had no car, he felt a brief surge of confidence.&nbsp; Transportation was at least one aspect in which he wasn't completely unimpressive.<br><br>That surge of confidence led him to put his arm around Anya's waist and gently pull her toward the parking lot.&nbsp; "Then it's a good thing I brought mine, isn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 04:59:52</strong>
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				Nestling against his side, she felt feminine and small beside him, although instead of making her feel meek it made her feel brazen.&nbsp; She wrapped her arm around his back and pressed her breasts against him, leaning up to kiss him chastely on the cheek.<br><br>"Thank you!&nbsp; I wasn't looking forward to the bus ride."
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				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 05:37:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss nearly made David stumble.&nbsp; It was the first time he'd been kissed in years.&nbsp; Hell, it was the first time he'd been touching a girl in years.&nbsp; It was all so overwhelming, he was almost numb to the fact that her breasts were against him.&nbsp; He was certainly too numb to verbally respond.<br><br>It was a short walk to the car, a two-door Thunderbird whose paint job showed its age.&nbsp; At least it was clean, more or less.&nbsp; David made the gallant if awkward gesture of opening the passenger door for Anya and helping her in before getting behind the wheel.&nbsp; "So, where are we headed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 05:58:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giving him simple directions, Anya hooked her seatbelt and settled back, her heart and mind racing.&nbsp; She'd never done anything so brazen, but then she'd never had the opportunity, and she knew that her cousin wouldn't be home for another two hours.&nbsp; Her nipples were aching and she squirmed in her seat slightly, unable to keep her thighs still, not noticing that her skirt was riding up.&nbsp; Her hands were tightly fisted at her sides as she watched the road.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 06:17:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was hard for David to keep his eyes on the road, but that's where he locked them.&nbsp; He didn't trust himself to glance over at Anya's face instead of her chest, so he just kept his eyes on the road.&nbsp; It was just as well; he was so nervous, any distraction would have made him a very unsafe driver.&nbsp; He also had no idea what to talk about, but fortunately the silences were brief enough as she gave him directions.&nbsp; Soon enough, he pulled up at her place and turned off the car, trying to get around to open her door for her before she got out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 06:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching him hurry around to her door brought a soft smile to her lips and she purposely spread her thighs wide as she got out of the car, offering him a flash of pink panties if he were inclined to look.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm staying with my cousin, but she won't be home for a couple of hours..."&nbsp; She didn't really finish her sentence as much as it trailed off, her mind elsewhere entirely.&nbsp; She had no intention of making her 3 o'clock class and she was flushed and fluttery as she unlocked the door and invited him inside.<br><br>Once inside, she was a bit nervous, standing awkwardly, eyes averted as she asked if he'd like a drink, then blushed crimson as she realized he'd just had one at the coffee shop.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 06:30:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No thanks, I'm alright..."&nbsp; He looked around the house, not really sure what he was looking for or what to say.&nbsp; The only thing he could think of was to keep the 'studying' metaphor going, and hope the lapse wasn't so long as to make it awkward.<br><br>"So, uh... I think most study sessions happen in the bedroom..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 06:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a moment there was no reaction as her breath froze in her throat, although she clasped her hands behind her back, unwittingly pushing her breasts forward.&nbsp; It felt surreal to stand in her cousin's house with a man she barely knew, and even more so as she averted her eyes and nodded, then turned and led him to her room.&nbsp; Her hips swaying caused delicious friction and she could feel how slick she was at the thought of him "studying" her.<br><br>Her room was quite small, mostly filled with the bed, which was a huge four poster with thick, rough-hewn head and footboards.&nbsp; She'd felt dwarfed by it when she'd seen it, and as she turned to sit down she felt almost light-headed.&nbsp; Looking up at him standing over her, she felt small and helpless, and without realizing what she'd done she leaned back, her hands together as she spread her knees to hip-width.<br><br>"I'm sorry I don't have a chair to offer you... there's not room for much besides the bed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 06:58:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The bed works..."&nbsp; He could hardly believe what was going on.&nbsp; Here he was, the first week of the semester, in a beautiful Asian girl's bedroom.&nbsp; He had no idea what he did to get here.&nbsp; He had no idea why she wanted him here.&nbsp; But here he was, and here she was.&nbsp; All he could do was keep doing whatever he was doing.<br><br>He ran a hand along her waist, sliding it up under her shirt to feel the bare skin of her stomach.&nbsp; He tried moving in closer, putting one knee on the bed to do so.&nbsp; He leaned down, not sure whether to try to kiss her on the lips or the cheek, and hoped she'd meet him halfway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 07:07:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Giggling a bit nervously, she watched him approach her from beneath her lashes, lifting her lips to his as he leaned down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 07:17:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His lips met hers, and he kissed her with as much skill as his limited experience provided.&nbsp; It didn't take long for him to get excited about what was going on, and his tongue was brushing against her lips quickly enough.&nbsp; In fact, he didn't realize it, but he'd put his other knee on the bed on the other side of Anya, effectively straddling her hips and leaning more forcefully into the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 07:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he loomed over her she whimpered into their kiss, leaning back steadily.&nbsp; She wasn't frightened of him, quite the opposite... she had the strangest urge to crawl to the center of her bed and beg him to lie on top of her, but she was much too shy to do any such thing.&nbsp; Feeling him straddle her only fed her desire, though, and she tried to scoot back slowly as they kissed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-01-2007, 19:36:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she scooted slowly back, he scooted slowly forward to keep the kiss going, his higher mental faculties no longer a part of the picture.&nbsp; His hand switched from rubbing her stomach to pulling her shirt off, and his other hand joined in to help.&nbsp; He broke off the kiss to pull the shirt over her head and toss it aside, and he opened his eyes for the first time since the kiss started.&nbsp; Somehow seeing her almost on her back, practically cowering beneath him, was incredibly arousing.&nbsp; Rather than kiss her again, he looked down at her chest and tried to get her bra off and reveal those amazing breasts of hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>19-01-2007, 01:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Placing her hands over his, she helped him remove her bra, her cheeks stained pink as her breasts were freed.&nbsp; Her nipples were rosy and rigid, her eyes averted as she arched her back subconsciously, presenting herself to him.&nbsp; Had she stopped to think she'd have been shocked at her behavior, but her body was leading the show at this point and she basked in the stab of his erection against her belly, her mind full of images of him thrusting it between her breasts as he sat astride her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 06:36:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David could only stop and stare at her somewhat heaving bosom after her bra was removed.&nbsp; If he wasn't already speechless from what was going on, this would have struck him dumb.&nbsp; He couldn't even move his hands yet.&nbsp; He licked his lips to get some moisture back, then leaned down and started to kiss and lick her amazing breasts.&nbsp; He began moaning almost immediately, flicking his tongue against her nipples and leaning forward, gently pushing Anya down on her back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 19:31:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Following his lead, Anya sank to her back, her hands threading through his hair as she arched into his touch.&nbsp; Massaging his scalp with her fingertips, she neither held him to her nor pulled him closer, content to let him have his way with her.&nbsp; He was nestled between her thighs, which were spread wide to accomodate him, and she discovered that squirming caused delicious friction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>29-01-2007, 16:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David continued to groan as his lips and tongue worked more rapidly over Anya's breasts.&nbsp; He wanted to slow down a bit, to savor what was going on, but his brain wasn't in control.&nbsp; He felt his hand running up her thigh, briefly giving her ass a squeeze, and then he pulled down those pink panties she'd teased him with earlier.&nbsp; Finally he began fumbling with his pants, trying to free his painfully erect cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 22:59:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anya was entirely compliant, lifting her hips so he could pull her panties from her.&nbsp; She blushed brightly as he fumbled with his fly, unsure of whether she should help him or not.&nbsp; She reached down shyly, her eyes averted, her hands aiding him in exposing himself.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 23:14:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a bit more struggling, David finally freed his stiff cock, letting it bounce free and lightly slap Anya's pussy lips.&nbsp; His mouth went back to her breasts, sucking hard as he groaned.&nbsp; Not having any patience or self-control left, he pressed his hips against hers and penetrated her moist lips, entering a woman for the first time in his life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 23:23:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A whimper escaped her at the slap of his cock, her hands sliding up his arms, although what she really wanted to do was put her hands behind her neck and let him take her as he pleased.&nbsp; The intensity of his reaction to her was a heady experience and she felt like the most beautiful, desirable woman alive, which was completely new to her.&nbsp; She didn't feel a need to speak, simply watching his face, a soft smile curving her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 23:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David couldn't see what Anya was doing; his eyes were closed, and he was lost in the new sensations he was feeling.&nbsp; He couldn't think about anything but thrusting deeper inside his first lover, trying to get that warm, enveloping feeling around as much of his cock as possible.&nbsp; He groaned against Anya's nipple, and did his best to pump his length in and out of her slowly.&nbsp; He didn't even have the mental faculties to hope that he didn't go off prematurely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 23:37:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spreading her thighs as widely as she could, she undulated her hips, taking him into her more deeply.&nbsp; Pulling her knees up, she pressed her heels against his ass and urged him to thrust into her even more fully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 23:41:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His mind didn't realize what Anya wanted, but his body responded.&nbsp; He thrust his hips against her harder, forcing his length deeper inside her.&nbsp; He started humping against her faster, fucking her as best he could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:04:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving in unison with him, her knees pulled up and apart as far as possible, the head of his cock hit her sweet spot perfectly.&nbsp; Within a dozen strokes she was tensed, panting, whimpering and begging incoherently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:07:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she tensed, he grunted against her breast and slammed his cock as hard as he could inside her.&nbsp; It was too much for him to take anymore, and he erupted in orgasm, shooting gobs of semen deep inside her.&nbsp; His mind was nowhere near the level of sophistication required to think about birth control or pregnancy, and he just clutched her tight against him as he climaxed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The intensity of his reaction to being inside of her was the highest form of flattery... especially since she had no idea that he'd never been intimate with a woman before.&nbsp; Her pussy clamped down tight around him as she came hard, her fingers curling until her nails dug into his upper arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David's entire body was tense, as if he was holding his breath, as she came under him.&nbsp; He held himself there for another minute or so, and then suddenly relaxed as he let out a long breath, letting himself lie on top of Anya.&nbsp; Slowly he realized he was panting and sweating, but he could still hardly believe he'd just lost his virginity to this goddess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drifting in a cloud of post-orgasmic euphoria, Anya wrapped her arms around David and relished the feeling of being small and restrained.&nbsp; As her mind cleared she found herself blushing and shy, having no idea to say to him after behaving in such a wanton manner, so she simply stroked his back and hid her face in his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took him quite a few minutes to come back to his senses, and even then he wasn't completely back yet.&nbsp; But his voice was back, and he couldn't help himself from saying something potentially stupid.<br><br>"Wow..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:30:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still giddy from the rush of endorphins, Anya giggled into his neck.<br><br>"Yeah... wow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 00:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh..."<br><br>David's brain wasn't all there yet, so he couldn't shut himself up.<br><br>"That was... my first time..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 01:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Squeezing him tight, she whispered in his ear, "Oh!&nbsp; I hope it was pleasurable... I don't have much experience to speak of."<br><br>She felt shy and fragile, although she also felt safe as his weight held her down against the bed.&nbsp; For some reason she was thrilled at the thought of being his first, at the knowledge that he'd desired her so strongly that he'd followed his instincts instead of getting nervous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>12-02-2007, 22:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David groaned again.&nbsp; "Very pleasurable... but aren't I supposed to be the one with performance anxiety?"&nbsp; He tried to chuckle, but in his state it came out more like grunting.&nbsp; The whole experience was overwhelming for him, and he felt drained.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>14-02-2007, 15:34:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Anya didn't respond, unsure of what to say.&nbsp; Instead, she sighed happily and continued stroking his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>16-02-2007, 03:48:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David was even less sure of what to say, and felt very tired besides.&nbsp; So he simply lied against Anya, fighting the the urge to doze off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 04:40:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling him relax atop her, Anya closed her eyes and basked in the afterglow.&nbsp; There was an edge to David's attentions, an intensity that she'd never experienced before.&nbsp; She'd read about it in erotica here and there, particularly in her favorite Ellora's Cave stories about men taking charge and overwhelming their damsel, but she'd had no idea that that would work for her.&nbsp; Feeling so small and feminine was wonderful and new, and even as she lay beneath him content to nurture him, she couldn't help but wonder what the next time would be like.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: First Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>19-02-2007, 05:02:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he relaxed, David began wondering what it would be like from now on.&nbsp; Would Anya do this with him again?&nbsp; Did this make her his girlfriend?&nbsp; Would she be willing to fulfill some of his fantasies?&nbsp; He was lying on top of her now, but he was imagining tying her up, or dressing her up...&nbsp; He tried to imagine her voice calling him Master.&nbsp; He briefly thought about group sex, but he couldn't imagine any other girl comparing to Anya.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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