This had been my first year of career at college, and I was late on my first day. As I got there, I stepped secretly into the classroom, a little ashamed, but ignored, and stayed put while trying to catch up with the class. This professor would be talking about subject contents, perhaps, but seconds later, I was followed by another student -who was late on his way to class too. He found accommodation in my same line, three desks toward the left.
The new student was elder, about 24 or 25 yo. He was handsome, brown skin, like a real macho man, showing an evil stare. The professor was proposing the class to do group work as well as taking about his work scheme, and it was determined that only pair work or teams of three would be organized. Students began to make up groups spontaneously. Since I wasn't well-known in the school, I was confused about who to turn, least what to do. I was longing to join this new student and have our group made with him, but was too shy, ashamed to come up to him. Finally, he made his move first, looking like resolved and introduced himself. He said:
"Hi, I'm Mark. How about to work together?"
I said: "Hah, yes, of course, why not?"
Well, as we were done for the day, we discovered we had got along quite well. We also discovered we fit perfectly into our group work. As we finished on our first day, I waited for him at college entrance to say good by. He replied he was heading home and could give me a ride. This way I realized we lived in the same neighborhood. We had a small talk during the trip until we finally got to our apartment building and kindly said good by to each other. We'd meet the next day at college library again.
We were like this for a week and continued to study in the campus library together… until finally… I was learning my part and saw him on his way in. He quickly walked to my desk and sat next to me. His voice sounded faltering, hesitating, while saying softly:
"I'm determined not to work with you anymore. This stuff has become an obsession, you're driving me mad while I keep on having images of you naked on my bed, sometimes on your four, showing your beautiful tight asshole, or bending over like that wearing a tiny thong, waiting to get sodomized like a slut. I like you I don't want to spoil this friendship though. I've been thinking what the odds are to fuck you, and get a complete anal penetration within you. I see you've never been taken the asshole. I can tell by your angel face. As a matter of fact, being close to you like this is putting me to a tremendous edge of mania."
I was stunned by Mark's confession, and looked him in the eye, like a sodomized girl. My breathing turned agitated and the only thing I could do was to utter a moan, shaking my head in negative response. I said:
"What's the matter with you? I still wish to be in your group work, and if you're so longing to do this to me, I'm ready for that."
Mark's face suddenly illuminated by this sudden revelation. Pleased by satisfaction, he closed the book I was reading and put it in my back pack. He led me by one arm and out there.
"Come with me" -he said. We walked quickly, anxious, racing to some unknown destination, and didn't utter a word. He sometimes would turn to look at me, with a warm wicked smile aimed at me. He was plotting against me, no doubt; nonetheless, I gave up and was heading for his place now, to get fucked. We climbed into the elevator while he still looked me in the eye, quietly. As we got to my place, he showed me in, then to his bed room, saying:
"Gotta go to the bath room now."
After washing his hands, this guy got back to the bedroom to find me there, shy and scared, but longing to satisfy his desires. I had wished this since time back. Mark got close to me and took off my white shirt, then turned me around, with my back facing him. The job was performed quite easily as the bra got loose. My pants dropped, surprisingly. Mark was too rude at this. He told me to cooperate by taking off every piece of cloth myself, but the white panty.
