I arrived at Penn straight from my prestigious English public school. I was smart and athletic, having represented my country at two sports. At home, I’d never had too much time for girls but was always fairly successful when I tried. I’d had three “proper” girlfriends but now I was at college I was determined to gain more experience.

Playing sports meant I’d developed a good physique, especially for an eighteen-year-old. Although not tall, I had very strong legs, a flat stomach that was turning into a six-pack, plus powerful shoulders and arms. With the charm of my natural English accent, I was sure I would have some success with American girls.

Settling in, the first few days of college life were filled with admin, completing forms, taking tests, signing up for email accounts and all the rest of the boring stuff.

There were some fun events introducing the new influx of students to their classmates. It was at one of these that I first saw her, at a Freshman Mixer.

Across the room, I caught a glimpse of her golden hair, the flash of a smile and those eyes. A bright, shining green, that seemed to light up the room, the kind of eyes you never forget and dream of staring into. Their emerald colour was now etched into my brain and I wanted, no, I needed to see them again.

By the time I fought my way across the crowded space, she was gone. A fleeting sight had been enough to set my heart fluttering. I scanned the mass of unknown faces, searching for her, but to no avail. As the early evening pressed on, I was sure I’d see her again.

Around the room I went, smiling politely as people introduced themselves and I reciprocated. Finally, I bumped into a couple of English lads although just at Penn as exchange students. So, we spent much of the rest of the event chatting amongst ourselves and touring the room.

While talking, a group of girls came across to us. Intrigued by our accents, we soon got talking. One of the girls, in particular, caught my attention, a cute, half-Hispanic girl from New Mexico called Marissa. She was tiny and petite, no more than five feet tall, with amazingly thin legs and a long, sensuous neck, with deep brown hair down to the small of her back. Her dark brown eyes were surrounded by luxuriously thick eyelashes — giving her a doe-like appearance.

Slowly the crowd thinned out and our group began to exchange numbers and split up. I made my excuses and explained I was going to meet some other people.

“Mind if I come with you?” Marissa asked.

“Of course not,” I replied as I ushered her ahead of me.

Together we explored the large room, meeting as many people as possible as I searched for any hint of that green. Everywhere I went, Marissa accompanied me. As we walked, she flicked her hair, smiled and kept taking hold of my arm — laughing at all my attempts at humour. It didn’t take a genius to recognise that she liked me, and the feeling was mutual.

Eventually almost everyone had left, but still, Marissa was hanging by my side. And now I’d accepted that my hunt for the girl with the emerald eyes would have to wait.

“How’s about we get out of here?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” she beamed back at me.

“Fancy grabbing a beer?” I added.

“You know somewhere that will serve freshmen?” she asked in amazement.

I explained that I’d brought a load from home and they were chilling in a fridge in my room. 

Marissa took my arm and we strolled casually towards my dorm. I hadn’t intended on picking anyone up, but it seemed this night was going to be a memorable one.

Showing Marissa into my room, I opened the fridge revealing row upon row of ice cold beer.

“Wow, at least someone’s prepared,” she laughed, as I grabbed us each a can. We sat together on the edge of my single bed sipping our beers and chatting. I discovered that she was an engineering major and that her trip to Philly was the first time she had been away from home on her own. 

Soon we were onto our third beer and Marissa was becoming much more tactile, stroking my arm as she told me about her life, occasionally brushing the hair from my face, and shifting ever closer until our knees were touching.

She really was very attractive, despite her diminutive size — she can’t have weighed more than eighty pounds. Deliciously smooth, olive-coloured skin and a flawless complexion were concealed behind a light, almost diaphanous summer dress. Her waif-like physique hinted at a minute, nearly non-existent chest, and her large, deep eyes shined like mirrors.

Suddenly I was overcome with a desire to kiss this elfin beauty. As the conversation came to a natural pause, I looked intensely into her eyes and pushed a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She watched as I leaned towards her and our lips met for the first time in an unrestrained embrace.

As soon as I broke from the first kiss, she turned closer to me and reached for my mouth with hers again, this time more forcibly. Her tongue probed my lips until they succumbed to her advances. Surprisingly vigorously she delved into my mouth, her tongue fighting mine like a predator versus its prey. I pulled her close, facilitating our passion, pressing our bodies together. In a tight embrace, we fell onto the bed, our mouths locked as one.

Her hands began exploring my chest through my shirt, feeling the muscles of my stomach and chest, while her tongue pirouetted in my mouth. Meanwhile, I was more interested in feeling her smooth back and reaching for a handful of her petite ass, tugging her even closer to me.

Breaking free from my lips, Marissa yanked at my shirt, removing it after several fruitless attempts. Her eyes shone brighter than before as she surveyed my torso, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of my six-pack and across my pecs. Pushing me down on the bed, she began kissing the taut skin, finally taking my nipple in her mouth, sending shivers down my body.

Further down she went, her warm tongue leaving a gentle line of saliva as she crossed each ridge and furrow of my stomach, stopping only at my jeans. She grappled with my belt, but the way we were lying made it impossible for her to undo it. Kicking off my shoes, I stood up and undid it myself. Rising with me and taking her shoes off, Marissa was soon kissing me passionately as her hands fought with my jeans.

Reaching to the back of her neck, I found the single button holding up her dress and with a quick flick of my fingers it was undone. Slowly, I pulled it forward, across her shoulders as Marissa stopped kissing me and allowed it to fall to the floor.

Standing before me was the skinniest girl I had ever seen. She had appeared thin before, but now dressed in just a pair of floral cotton panties, it was almost ridiculous. Her tits were two tiny mounds of flesh, capped with dark brown nipples standing about an inch long and as erect as my dick was. Her ribs were visible, as were the individual muscles of her stomach; while her wrists were so slim I could have circled them with my thumb and little finger.

Leaning in, I kissed her once again as my hand reached for her small, solid tits, squeezing and massaging what flesh there was. With each touch of her swollen nipples, she sighed with pleasure. Taking one in my mouth was like a lollipop, rock solid, and unforgiving, but as I sucked it Marissa’s knees literally buckled under the sensation. Concentrating on her boobs, I suddenly realised that she had undone my jeans and was beginning to pull them down.

Eager to help, I pushed them to my ankles and stepped out (removing my socks as I did so). Now the bulge in my boxer briefs was more than evident. Tentatively, Marissa ran her hand over the large protrusion.

She knelt in front of me, her face level with my ever-growing cock as she purposefully reached for the elastic waistband. Gently, but confidently, she slid my shorts around my ass and free of my groin.

“Holy shit!” Marissa exclaimed as my dick sprang free, her eyes widened, and she leant back quickly to avoid being hit in the chin. Regaining her composure, she reached forward and lightly wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft. Her fingers were so small, that try as she might, she couldn’t touch her thumb with any of her fingers. First, one hand tried and then the other, but both failed the test. 

“Fuck me, that’s big,” she finally said. With both hands side by side on my cock, they still didn’t reach the engorged head and there was plenty of space between each hand. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” she added.

Almost in awe, she stroked, tugged and pulled at my dick, lifting it this way and that, trying to see it from every angle. Using both hands, she teased my foreskin forward then watched as it slowly drew itself back, a small drop of fluid appearing at the tip.

Gradually she grew confident and began working my cock back and forth more forcibly, gripping it tightly.

“Gently, gently,” I implored, as her un-lubricated hands began to hurt. Her intensity immediately dropped, and the pain with it.

“Go on, suck it,” I suggested. 

Watching, I saw Marissa open her mouth as wide as possible and squeeze my bulbous head in. Despite her best efforts, her teeth still dragged across my most sensitive skin. Soon the tip was inside the warm wetness of her mouth, but it was clear that no more than the first couple of inches were going to fit in between this tiny girl’s lips.

With her mouth this wide open, saliva was soon leaking down my cock, providing much-needed lubrication for her delicate digits. Marissa was clearly adept at blowjobs, as her hands, slick with her spit, slid over my veiny shaft with ease. 

She alternated from both hands working in the same direction to one pulling up while the other pulled down —stretching my foreskin. With each tug she rocked her head, allowing my tip to rub against her tongue. She engulfed as much of me as she could and her cheeks visibly sucked in with each motion.

“Oh yes, keep going, that feels incredible,” I moaned as she kept tugging and sucking away.

Soon her hard work began to pay off and my already-hard cock swelled even more. Sensing my tensing, Marissa picked up the pace, vigorously sliding both hands the full length of my dick, while my head banged into the back of her mouth.

“Oh yes, yes, YES!” I cried, “I’m going to cum, please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Dutifully Marissa kept at it as my balls tightened, I grunted and moaned as my orgasm built. I held back as long as possible, loving the sensation of my elfin beauty feasting on my cock. 

Finally, I couldn’t hold off and screamed as I exploded into Marissa’s mouth. Spurt after spurt of thick cum fired viciously into her already full mouth. Her bright eyes bulged almost out of her skull. Suddenly two bubbles of white cum popped from her nostrils as she retched, expanding until they burst. Puddles of my cum exploded across Marissa’s face, while more leaked from her mouth and past the sides of my slick shaft. 

Pulling out, Marissa coughed and coughed, spraying semen everywhere as the cum from her nose spread across her face. With each convulsion she collided with my still-squirting dick, spreading more and more across her face. As she regained her senses, I saw her beautiful visage was plastered in my seed. Lumps of cum hung in her hair, on her cheeks, from her nose and a large clump even encased the long eyelashes of her right eye.

Easily picking her up in one arm, I pulled her close and kissed her again. “That was amazing,” I cooed, while Marissa simply nodded as her mouth and throat recovered. I placed her gently on the bed and lay down next to her.

As she reclined, I caressed her soft olive skin, circled her small, pert tits and teased her still-erect nipples. Once again, with each touch, her body shivered in ecstasy, encouraging more affection. Almost by themselves, my fingers danced across her flesh, finally finding the soft cotton of her underwear. Welcoming my touch, but without saying a word, Marissa’s legs parted. 

Further down went my fingers, between those thin, stick-like thighs, down to the sweet, wet patch hidden between her thighs. As my fingers pressed harder Marissa moaned, enjoying being the centre of attention. Hooking the edge of her panties with one finger, I ran my middle finger along her wet slit, eliciting more moans from Marissa.

I sat up and pulled her knickers off, revealing a full, plush mound of dark pubic hair. For the first time, her aroma reached my nose, the scent of desire and lust. Barely able to see through the forest of hair, my fingers explored the unseen destination on their own.

As I parted her lips with the tip of my middle finger, I bent down and sucked her right nipple, sending convulsions through her body. Slowly I rubbed my finger up and down, feeling her wetness grow. With each stroke of my hand and suck of my lips, Marissa writhed more and moaned louder.

“Mmm, mmm, ohh yes,” she muttered, her eyes closed and chest heaving under her laboured breaths.

The wetter she got, the faster I rubbed until at last, I could slip my middle finger into her pussy.

“Oh yes, yes,” Marissa groaned as I reached for her G-spot, her passage gripping my finger so tightly that had I been wearing a ring it would have removed it. Massaging the soft spongy area inside her pussy elicited moans of delight as well as a surge of wetness, but still, her muscle didn’t relax.

“Can I go down on you now?” I whispered softly into her ear.

“Oh god yes!” Marissa exclaimed excitedly.

I didn’t need a second invitation and after giving her rock-hard nipple one last lick I headed to the tangled mess that was home to the delicious fragrance filling the air. 

Once nestled between her fragile thighs, I parted the bushy gatekeepers to reveal her tight lips. Holding them open with my fingers, I softly buried my face into her hot wetness. I’ve always loved the taste of a woman; each is unique and every one delicious. Marissa tasted fresh, like a warm tomato on a summer’s day. Firmness, giving way to a soft, sweet inside filled with an intense fruity flavour — she tasted divine.

As my tongue delved into her sensitive insides it was grasped firmly by her muscular walls as they seemed to forbid entry. With each lick, I fought to get deeper inside while the sole finger that fit sought out that elusive G-spot with that familiar beckoning motion. 
I knew I’d found it as Marissa’s pussy tried to snap my finger in half, and she began to pant like an animal. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted, then between breaths she moaned: “My god, yes, yes, yes.”

With that her body tensed, her hips fought my hand and mouth while her heart pounded in her chest. Suddenly she cried out, “YES!!!” as a rush of cum soaked my finger and rushed out over my face.

Looking up, I saw her eyes still closed and her tits heaving up and down as she regained control. Slowly her cunt relaxed, letting my finger slide out, sending a convulsion through Marissa’s sweaty body. I lay alongside her as her breathing slowed and kissed her lightly on her cum-stained cheek.

Grabbing my face, she pulled me in, kissing me deeply, as her tongue darted into my mouth once more. Eventually, our kiss petered out and we lay there face to face, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at me.

“Have you got a condom?” she asked, “Because I don’t.”

Suddenly my heart dropped; did I have a condom? Frantically I searched the drawers by the bed with no luck. Then suddenly I remembered that I’d seen just one in my wash bag. Grabbing it swiftly, I quickly returned to Marissa, my cock growing with every step I took.

She took the package from me and ripped it open with her teeth.

“Lie down,” she instructed, “I think I need to be on top.” With that she moved to the side, allowing me to lie down. Lovingly she stroked my dick back to full erection, then she carefully stretched the tight latex along my entire length.

Straddling me, she rose as high as she could on her knees and gently rubbed my large head against her tight opening. From the back to the front, she rubbed her entire length, coating me with her juices. Finally, she positioned my cock carefully and started lowering herself.

Almost immediately Marissa screamed, “Ow, ow!” and rose up again. “Wow, that hurt,” she said as she started rubbing and then slid two fingers deep inside. Kneeling over me, inches away from my throbbing cock, Marissa masturbated herself to another orgasm, widening her tight, tight cunt.

As she finished, drops of cum dripped from her onto my protected dick. Now properly ready, she tackled my penis for the second time, with much more success.

Her boiling pussy slowly accepted the swollen head and inch by inch she took more in until she stopped. Half my cock was still not inside her.

“I can’t take any more,” she whimpered, beads of sweat trickling across her forehead.

“You’re so fucking tight, I’m not surprised,” I consoled, while gently pulling out a fraction.

Soon Marissa was gently riding up and down on what she could fit inside her.

“Oh my god, my god!” she huffed with each thrust. “Fuck me that’s good!” As I lay almost totally still she seemed to be headed towards another orgasm as her incredibly tight cunt tried to crush my dick.

Picking up speed, she was soon almost climbing off before sitting down further and further, while I rocked my hips, trying to slip deeper inside her. Gradually it seemed she was taking more and more of my dick as her pussy stretched to welcome my size.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!” Marissa screamed as another orgasm built. “Jesus, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she cried as she carried on like she was riding a bucking bronco. Suddenly I felt a burning surge as her juices gushed over my cock.

“Fuck YES!" she cried one more time, slamming down further than ever, as I felt my dick bang into something. “Holy FUCK!" Marissa shouted, leaping off me and collapsing on the bed. “Ow, ow, ow, fuck me that hurt,” she nearly sobbed, grabbing her pussy.

“What happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned, realising that her pussy had ripped the condom from my engorged manhood.

“I think I smashed into my cervix,” she replied, pulling the used condom from inside her.

We lay together as she recovered from both the shock and the pain. I gently stroked her soft hair, while she slowly caressed my still-hard penis. I watched as she compared it to her tiny body. When fully erect it was only an inch or so shorter than her forearm, and it was thicker than the very top of her arm.

“I don’t think I can take anymore,” she said to me wistfully.

“That’s fine,” I assured her, “I don’t have another condom anyway.”

“I’ve got an idea,” she winked at me. Quickly she straddled my face, lowering her deliciously wet and scented pussy onto my lips while taking my cock in her hands. As I lapped away at her soft fruitiness she began tugging me off.

Every so often she bent down, licking the tip, covering it in saliva to aid her hands. Just as earlier in the evening, her hands made swift work of me and soon I could feel my climax building. My tongue strained and stretched to tease her, searching for her swollen clit. Sensing what I was doing, she shifted so instead of sitting upright, she was more lying on my chest, her nose pressed against my dick. But now I could reach her clitoris. Pulling hard on her ass cheeks, I dragged her to where my tongue could reach. Gently, at first, I began licking her uncovered nub.

“Mmm, yes, that feels so good,” she moaned, still stroking and licking at my dick. Each time she felt me beginning to tense up she would slow her pace. Clearly, she didn’t want me to cum too soon.

Before long I heard her breathing change and felt her rubbing her pussy harder and harder against my tongue as it snaked its way around her cherry. Suddenly she moved once again, popping her clit right against my lips. All it took was a tilt of my head and at last, I could not just lick but suck on that hard bullet.

As soon as I took it into my warm mouth, her groans grew louder. Then as my tongue lapped against it, Marissa cried out: “Mmm yes, yes, YES!” as she bucked her hips. “Fuck yes,” she mumbled as she tried to lick my cock at the same time.

Her thighs squeezed my head and I felt her jerking me harder and faster than before. “Are you going to cum?” she panted.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I cried, feeling a surge of her juices flood across my cheek. As Marissa kept stroking me, I fired off first one, then another, and another shot of semen across her neck and chest. Gasping for breath, she collapsed on top of me, my sticky dick resting between her tiny breasts.

We lay that way, for a few minutes, in post-coital bliss, our hearts pounding and our flesh recovering from the exertion. Eventually, Marissa began to climb off me, her pussy leaving a trail cum across my chest.

Curling up alongside me, I put my arm around my tiny elf and held her close, kissing the top of her head tenderly. In the warm Philadelphia summer air, our sweat-drenched bodies soon were breathing gently in unison. Marissa lay there, silent, resting her hand on my damp chest with splashes of my cum still splattered across her head, neck and chest. 

Before long she fell asleep in my embrace. As I lay there with my beautiful waif lying naked next to me, my thoughts drifted back to the mixer. Who was that blonde-haired girl with the green eyes? When would I see her again? Would I ever see her again?

It slowly dawned on me that if I couldn’t even be thinking of Marissa, with her gorgeous olive skin, while she was cuddling up to me with nothing on then I probably wasn’t the right guy for her.

In the morning we kissed and hugged but I didn’t feel it would be fair to do anything more. Marissa washed, got dressed, we exchanged numbers and then she headed home — still with lumps of cum in her hair and all over her chest.

As I showered, Marissa wasn’t in my thoughts. Instead, the mystery blonde with emerald eyes loitered in my mind’s eye. When would I see her again? Should I give up Marissa? Did I even want to date Marissa?

But most importantly, who was that girl?