First Acquaintance

The new academic year had begun at university. Because we were seniors, classes were held in a mix of in-person and virtual. A week before school started, I broke up with my girlfriend. Due to the effect of being together for a long time, I suddenly fell into a huge emotional void. My daily routines abruptly changed, and when I regained my composure, I decided not to have a romantic relationship for a long time.

Due to the separation and the comfort of the classes, I devoted all my focus to writing my university graduation thesis. After a while, I started skipping classes. We were taking a trivial entrepreneurship course with students from different departments at the university. During the period when I missed classes, study groups were formed for the final assignment of the course and topics were distributed. Since I didn't follow the lesson, I naturally missed the group creation date.

I became aware of the issue a few weeks later when I received a scolding email from the course instructor. The instructor had randomly grouped the remaining students and assigned their topics. The following week, when I attended class, I looked up who was in my group. I got the number of one of the girls I'd learned was in my group during class.

We hadn't met this girl, Melisa. After class ended, we started talking about homework and group work. Her physique wasn't clearly visible in her profile, but she seemed like a sweet person. While I spoke in a neutral tone, reflecting the aftermath of a long relationship, Melisa seemed more interested in the conversation. I sensed that she had an interest in me. It was as if she was trying to get to know me and seemed pleased with our sudden meeting. Since we were both busy, we decided to finish the homework as soon as possible. At Melisa's suggestion, we decided to meet at a cafe the next day to work together.

The next day, I got ready and left home early because I had work to do on the street where the cafe was. Despite being in autumn, it was sunny. When the meeting time approached, I went straight to the cafe and we greeted each other and sat at a table. It was obvious that she was excited. When she spoke, she would avoid her eyes, use inverted sentences, and her voice would crack. I was standing quite calmly.

I felt at ease because she kept averting her gaze and trying to focus on the computer. While I was brainstorming about the homework, I was also eyeing her. Her height, in my opinion, was ideal for a woman. She had brown skin, and it was obvious that she had taken care of her makeup. I noticed she wasn't showing off her physique enough in her photos. Her hips were round and of ideal size. The part of her body that caught my attention the most was her large, firm breasts. I could easily observe her because she rarely looked at me.

Deep down, I was questioning the promise I made to myself to stay out of relationships when I was dumped two weeks ago. I quite enjoyed Melisa's emotional attention. Now that we met face to face, I could tell she liked me too. However, she was cautious because she was a shy person. Despite this, I noticed her looking at me out of the corner of her eye, and I balanced her excitement by remaining calm.

Our work was going well. But I had turned my focus to watching her. She was wearing a shirt with one button open. Even though it was a bit loose, it showed off her bust and I enjoyed watching the black bra she wore underneath when she moved. Melisa also realized that I was watching her, and from time to time she was stretching her breasts as an excuse to straighten her waist. Then she straightened her shirt, trying to make her chest even more visible.

Because it was midday, the cafe was relatively quiet. This allowed us to work comfortably. As time went on, we warmed up to each other. Melisa's shyness had faded somewhat. But I still sensed shyness and hesitation when she straightened her shirt or leaned forward. From what I could tell, she was fairly new to sexual dating. Even though she trusted me, there were some points she was hesitant about because she had never done it before.

We'd been working for about two hours. Suddenly her phone rang, it was her roommate calling. She said we were working together. Then I suddenly noticed that her face was red. Her roommates were probably asking if she was doing the flirty things they had planned beforehand. We finished working. We were quite tired. Melisa asked me if I had anything to do in the evening. I said I was available. We arranged to meet later that evening and said our goodbyes.

I returned home and had dinner. The place we were going to meet was a boutique cafe in the city center. In the evenings, it had a dim and authentic atmosphere with its lighting. Melisa had a willing but timid nature. She was a more social person than me. But she said she had never had an emotional affair before. In general, this situation was evident even with a brief observation. But on the other hand, I was wondering why she preferred sexual flirtation over emotional flirtation on the first date.

I thought about what might happen that evening. I liked her emotional and sexual interest in me. But I didn't want to use this interest all at once and walk away from her. Perhaps I was thinking this way because I was emotionally drained. I guess deep down I wanted to be with her all the time. So instead of appearing eager at first and then trying to kidnap her, I decided to be more dignified. Moreover, if she had no previous experience as I expected, my job would be easier at some point. I thought that if what she wanted was a permanent relationship, then we were on the same path. Curious to see what she was wearing, I headed towards the cafe where we were meeting.

When I arrived at the cafe, we met at the door, this time she was wearing a red shirt. It was also unbuttoned. It clung to her body tighter than the shirt she wore this morning. When we hugged and felt the firmness of her breasts, my hormones suddenly kicked in. It was clear the evening was going to be exciting. We went inside and went up to the terrace. We talked at length. As I suspected, she had no significant relationships before. She wanted to dare something, which must be why she was being so flirtatious.

As the conversation deepened, the physical closeness at the table increased. Without realizing it, hands began to touch each other and feet began to tangle. I realized she was cold. I handed Melisa the shawl on the table and turned on the heater. The conversation was growing. She came to me to show me a video on her phone. At that moment I noticed that we were snuggling with each other. Our legs were completely pressed together. Meanwhile, she was still cold. Suddenly, I grabbed her waist, put her head on my shoulder, and started warming her with my body heat. She kept up with me without saying anything or responding.

It was getting late. I offered to take her home. Her house was close to the cafe. It was a girls' apartment building with a beautiful garden and closed fences. There was a covered pergola in the garden. She offered to sit here before saying goodbye. Even though there were plenty of seats inside, we sat side by side again.

She suddenly put her hand on mine. I realized from the rise of her breasts that her heartbeat was accelerating. She got excited and her voice started to crack again. We waited like that for a few seconds, she probably didn't dare to take the next step because she was inexperienced. I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me. Our bodies felt as if they had merged. I could feel the full hardness of her breasts. The physical contact had affected me too, and I was starting to get an erection.

Then I started kissing her cheeks. As I kissed, Melisa rose higher and her body became warmer. I slowly moved down to her neck. I wrapped my other hand around her neck, then started kissing her hard. Her neck was her sensitive spot and I kissed it especially hard. The pleasure she received must have reached its peak because she started to moan little by little. I moved to the other side of her neck and started kissing it hard and wetly. Melisa's moans intensified.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and slowly lowered them down to her hips. Her hips were quite full and curvy. Despite this, I could still grip and squeeze them as I pleased. While I was holding her hips with one hand, I pulled my other hand from Melisa's neck and grabbed her right breast hard. Melisa suddenly got startled, wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me. I was moving one hand on her hips and the other on her breasts.

We continued like this for several minutes without interruption. Melisa couldn't sit still because of moaning and her hormones were at their peak. Her breasts, while large and firm, were normally of medium fullness, but they had become completely hard and were rising and falling with the effect of her rising pulse. Thinking it was time, I moved Melisa's hand down to my pants. When she noticed my erection, she suddenly pulled back.

There was an atmosphere as if we had suddenly been taken out of the situation we were in and the magic of the moment had been broken. When I asked her why she stopped, she instinctively said she was suddenly afraid. I told her she didn't need to be afraid and that I would respect her boundaries. My understanding behavior towards her put Melisa at ease. We both stared at each other, unsure of what to do. We could have separated at this point, but my erection was still there.

I approached her again and grabbed her waist with both hands. This time, we started kissing. Moreover, Melisa was trying to keep up with me. I could feel her breasts hardening. I thought to myself that I should move without scaring her. She was incredibly sexy. So I decided to play the passive role and respond to Melisa's advances.

Melisa began to rise again from the kiss. Our bodies were pressed together again. I started squeezing Melisa's hips and breasts again. Meanwhile, she slowly put her hand on my pants. Her earlier timidity had passed.

Our eyes met suddenly. She asked me what I wanted to do. I told her I wanted to suck her breasts. There was no one in the garden, but she did not find the environment safe. She took my hand and led me into the building. They'd set up couches and other furniture on the roof of the building and sit there on summer evenings. We sat on the couch, and thanks to the neon lights filtering in from the surrounding LED signs, it was bright enough to see. I sat Melisa on my lap in one move.

Our breathing had accelerated. Melisa's fingers were tangled in excitement, so she couldn't unbutton her shirt. She took off her shirt and underneath was a black bra with a pattern on it. She asked me to close my eyes. When I opened my eyes, she was trying to cover her breasts with her small hands. As soon as I saw her breasts, my erection reached its peak again.

Melisa was fully in my lap, making me even more aroused. Her body was smooth and her lines were quite firm. I slowly cupped her breasts with my hands. Then I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me. I could feel the warmth of her breasts. Then I started sucking starting from her nipples. Her breasts literally smelled amazing. At the point where I plunged my head between her breasts, my erection reached its peak. So much so that the bulge in her pants started to make Melisa moan.

After nursing Melisa in my lap for a few minutes, I laid her on the couch. Then I lay on top of her and continued sucking. At the same time, we started rubbing, slowly moving back and forth. Soon Melisa's moans increased and she suddenly trembled. She was finally wet.

She looked like she was completely drained of energy. I rose above her. She lay there, her body perfectly still. She felt my pants with her hand. We lay on top of her again and started kissing. Then I told her that I wanted to cum on her breasts. She accepted.

I sat up on top of her again and unbuttoned her pants. I was at the peak of erection, my blood circulation was so rapid that my whole pulse seemed to be beating in the tip of my penis. After a very short masturbation while holding my penis, I ejaculated on her breasts. I was completely absorbed in Melisa's lips as the sperm flowed down her breasts.

I took a wet wipe from her bag and cleaned her breasts. Before we started getting dressed, I lay down next to her and we took a photo together. Then we packed up and went down to the garden. We kissed some more as we said our goodbyes. As we were leaving, I asked Melisa how she was feeling. “It was, in one word, perfect,” she said. I said, "This is all just the beginning," kissed her on the cheek, and headed home. More to come...