We were both transfers. She was a year older—more experienced, louder, more knowledgeable… more playful, or so I thought. I’d been a bit down because things hadn’t worked out with the girl I was into, and Cindy was a friend first and foremost. Every now and then she’d stop by. She’d visit my old roommate and me, since we had all been friends. But she was a queen in her own right, a force to be reckoned with.

She had long dark hair and a beautiful face, with skin so deep and rich the night couldn’t make it any darker. Her teeth would shine through like stars behind pitch-black clouds. Her laugh—her roar—was infectious. She was a joy wherever she went. Not just a joy, but a beauty with brains. Her curves were astonishing; she clearly had full, complimenting breasts and a beautiful shape from the many times I had seen her. But her ass was a phenomenon. It had to be the biggest, curviest booty I had ever gazed upon. It wasn’t that she was overweight—no, it was just the proportions. That booty was phenomenal.

We often hung out. Sometimes, I swear she was just lonely. Between my buddy and me, she’d always be hanging around one of our dorms. Sometimes she’d just be doing her own thing in my place—papers, books, whatever. This time, I was working on a paper in my dorm. Casual chit-chat here and there, and then she was in my bed, lounging. I told her I was tired too and joined her. We hugged; it felt nice to be close to someone, even if just a friend—or so I thought.

Then I caught her scent. Some sort of coconut lotion. I started to hug her and trace her curves. She didn’t seem to mind or act like anything was happening. I massaged her back. Mind you, she had a phenomenal ass. Kardashian-like, lol.

I kept caressing her, and then her shirt lifted—my hand on her skin. Up and down, I could feel her ribs, then the curve of her hips, her back and spine. Then my hand moved forward, caressing her stomach, up to the edge of her bra, then back down… down… down, casually of course. Then I felt her pubic hair—coarser, different. She let out a gentle moan. I retreated, retraced her stomach, back, and hips… then came back and went further. My fingers wandered; I could feel her lips, her slit.

I got excited but didn’t want to show it. She seemed to breathe harder. I breathed against her neck—her scent was amazing. I undid the button of her jeans and claimed her pussy. My fingers entered her, discovered her, felt her, and I couldn’t get enough. She began to moan. My crotch grew hard, but that didn’t matter. I was in new territory—my fingers tracing her folds, feeling her, her moisture, her juice. I forget how long we stayed like that, but I loved every second. It was a shame I had to get to class.

The next day you happened to stop by my dorm again. The look in your eyes told me you remembered. I didn’t give you the chance to make it to my bed. I hugged you, and my hand went straight between your legs. My fingers danced inside you. You moaned, lost your breath, squirmed as I explored you—not casually this time. No, this time I finger-fucked you. I slid into your moisture, arching my middle finger to reach your clit. You grabbed my neck and moaned pulling me close. I kept flicking you as you pulled against me; we lost balance, and your beautiful booty bounced against my dorm door. Your scent was intoxicating.

I kept going, and you moaned and moaned as I kissed your neck. You grabbed my arm—the one with my hand fixed on owning your folds. You got loud. They would’ve heard you in the hall. That door could not mute your moans. As I fucked your pussy with my fingers and hand, the noises of your pleasure were undeniable. You were so kind to make room in those tight jeans. I pumped into you, and your juices leaked into the denim. You grabbed my cock but didn’t know what to do, overwhelmed by my hand dancing in your vagina. I should’ve fucked you right then and there—you were mine.

Pressed against that door, you were glorious—your beauty, your face as I flicked inside you and felt you. You were fabulous and craving more. I cupped a breast while my other hand still owned you. They filled my hand nicely—tender yet full. Your nipple had a perfect shape, and I teased the tip with my thumb. Your body was truly amazing. You rocked back and forth with my motions. At one point, you put your hand in my pants, but you were too distracted. You felt my hardness, my tension—I think a little precum got on your hand, but that was as far as that went. It didn’t compare to how I pleasured your pussy.

It still makes me smile thinking about it.

Then...

You invited me to your dorm. I was almost hesitant but could not say no. The campus nurse seemed to have provided you with condoms—so thoughtful. I undressed you, kissed you, and I admired you. Your beautiful skin. I traced you and felt you. I kissed you and wanted more. Your dark glory was there ready. I felt your pubs and pussy lips. You wanted it but were nervous, and so was I. Two creatures consumed by passion. You were my first, and you were incredible.

If I knew then what I know now, I would have ravaged you all night.