Autumn had come and gone and now winter had firmly grasped Philadelphia. The temperature had plummeted and people were wrapping up. College was going well; I’d made the rugby first team, the only freshman on the squad, and was training with the ski team.

Despite a range of casual encounters I still didn’t have a girlfriend and there was only one girl I wanted — but she was spoken for, promised to another guy back home. Instead of pining I dove headlong into college life. I went to frat parties, I hung out with friends and I was even keeping up with my classes.

I’d grown close to the English exchange students, although they all studied at St Andrew's so were really Scottish exchange students. Whenever I went to a party Patrick, Andy and Lorna tended to join me and vice versa.

By now Patrick, always the ladies’ man, had found himself an American girlfriend. Her name was Susan, she was attractive, with dirty blonde hair, a large chest and shapely ass plus she was a junior. To pay her way through college she worked three nights each week at McGillin’s, one of the oldest bars in the country. Thanks to her tiny shorts and flirtatious nature, she always had plenty of cash, loved to have a good time and she knew a lot of people.

As we sat around at Patrick’s smoking weed and drinking, Susan looked at me and said, “You know, we really need to find you a girlfriend.”

“Don’t get him started, please!” begged Lorna, “He’s obsessed with a girl he’s never even spoken to.”

“Ooh, tell me about her,” Susan replied, as she passed the joint around.

I preceded to describe Emily in all her glory and explained how I’d barely ever see her around campus.

“He’s certainly got it bad,” Susan joked, as everyone else laughed. 

“But, if you don’t see her around campus much then she’s probably in the Nursing School or Veterinary School as they’re both off the main campus,” she added, “I’d guess nursing. I know a few nursing students, want me to ask around?”

“That would be amazing,” I replied, “Although she already has a boyfriend back home. Speaking of girls though, I need to get going — I’ve got to meet someone for dinner.

“Look at you, Mr Fancy, meeting someone for a dinner date,” teased Susan, “Who is she?”

“Remember that brunette, Taylor, I met last week at whatshisname’s party?” I replied, but nobody did. We’d met at a small party in Patrick’s dorm; we’d made out a little before she had to go for some reason. 

“Anyway, I should be on my way. See you guys later," I said as I got ready to leave.

We met at a popular pizza joint at the edge of campus. I arrived early and saw Taylor as soon as she entered. Her smile was unmistakable, quite possibly the widest grin I’ve ever seen. We’d agreed that it was just a casual meal, so she was wearing the classic college uniform of jeans, a pair of Converse, plus a typical UPENN sweatshirt, to ward against the chill. 

Her rich brown hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, while a tiny amount of mascara highlighted her caring eyes. She certainly knew how to rock a very casual look; perhaps that was her San Diego influence?

Surprisingly, conversation flowed very easily as we ate, Taylor’s smile was beaming and the evening flew by. Before I knew it we were preparing to leave. Just as I was about to offer to walk her home, Taylor piped up.

“Fancy renting a movie?” she asked.

“Sounds like a great idea,” I beamed, now knowing that I was going back to her dorm. We stopped by the video store and rented a film (an actual VHS tape) and headed back to her room. Soon we were smoking a joint and sat next to each other on her bed as the movie started.

As we relaxed, Taylor shifted closer to me. Taking the opportunity I put my arm around her shoulder and squeezed her closer still. The longer the filmed played on, the tighter Taylor cuddled up; eventually, her hand rested lazily on my chest while her head lay on my shoulder.

When the film ended, Taylor yawned then stretched extravagantly. I was sure she was about to ask me to leave; instead, she looked at me with a grin and said, “You’re quite good at cuddling.”

“I’m quite good at a lot of things,” I smiled back saucily.

“Oh, really?” Taylor asked raising an eyebrow, “What type of things?”

Pulling her towards me so her legs straddled mine, while she sat on my lap I replied, “All types of things.”

Slowly her lips moved to meet mine and we kissed softly, holding the gentle touch of each other’s mouths for a tranquil moment as I dragged her towards me. Quickly it became something more; a tender kiss grew into a passionate one. Her mouth opened slightly as my tongue slipped inside hers. Slowly I teased the warm interior of that beautiful smile as my hands roamed down her back.

Despite her eagerness to kiss me, her tongue never pushed back at mine and her hands were simply placed tenderly around my neck. As we kissed, I reached for the hem of her tops and began pulling them over her head.

Our lips parted as she made room for her clothes to come off, revealing a plain, nude-coloured balcony bra, which I swiftly undid. Her surprisingly large, pear-shaped breasts sprang loose and were welcomed by my eager hands.

The soft, smooth flesh felt warm to my touch. With one cupped in each hand, my thumbs cautiously grazed her tender nipples.  Gasping at every small bit of attention, Taylor leant down to kiss me, but again it was my tongue doing all the exploring, while my hands played with her tits.

Finally, we rolled together onto the bed and I began sucking on her now-erect nipples. My tongue flicked back and forth across them as Taylor moaned ever louder. Deliberately I dragged one hand down her body, across her stomach and down to her jeans. Eventually, I reached her thighs and pressed them apart while I felt for her crotch. Her heat was palpable through her jeans as I gently rubbed away.

Encouraged, I tugged at the button locking away her hidden prize. Once it popped open, I eased her jeans down and found a matching pair of boring nude-coloured underwear. A small damp patch was clearly visible.

As my hand slipped inside, Taylor moaned some more. Down went my fingers, through an unseen mound of pubes, down between her legs to the furnace that awaited. Testing the way, I dipped the tip of one finger between her delicate lips.

“Ooh,” she murmured.

Bit by bit I swirled my finger all around her wet cunt. Tracing a line from top to bottom and back again, circling her clit and teasing it out from its hiding spot. 

Desperate to inhale her private aroma and keen to get my tongue between her wet lips, I began kissing my way down her stomach.

Reaching the elastic her fragrance began to tease my nose. I hooked my finger under the band and began to pull them down, my lips close behind. Instantly Taylor grabbed my head. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“I think that’s fairly obvious,” I replied with a wink, “I want to taste you.”

“No, no, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t believe in sodomy, it's disgusting”

That should have been my first, if not my second warning of what lay ahead.

“Okay,” I said, kneeling up, but still removing her panties. A small, untrimmed brown bush sprang into view and finally, I could smell the soft, gentle scent of her pussy and I was dying to taste her.

Instead, Taylor rolled to one side and grabbed a condom from under her pillow — clearly she had planned this.

“I think you’re going to need that,” she said cheekily, “But you might need to take off your clothes first.”

Quickly I stripped my body and dressed my cock. Taylor lay back and parted her legs as I positioned myself between them. The tip of my engorged cock pressed against her tender lips while they parted. Bit by bit, our two bodies became one.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Taylor moaned, as my dick stretched her out. “Slowly, please, slowly,” she begged as I pushed further inside her. With a few light thrusts, I was fully buried in her hot hole.

Now that she was accustomed to my length I began to fuck my Californian date. Softly I withdrew and then pushed back in, my member sliding almost all the way out before delving back into her warmness.

Speeding up, I pumped her harder and faster with every thrust, yet she remained quiet. Her hips didn’t move, her voice was silent. Was I doing something wrong?  Was she not enjoying herself?

I grabbed her legs and tried to raise them up, but she resisted me. She didn’t complain but did not comply, so I kept at it — thrusting in and out of ever-wetter pussy.

Suddenly she spoke, “Oh, oh, oh,” she garbled and with that, a warm wave washed through her cunt and across my dick. Did she just cum? Still I kept pounding her, unsure of what was going on, and still, she lay there motionless.

Still, I wasn’t anywhere near cumming but didn’t relent, I continued driving in and out of her sweet-smelling cunt, eager for any signs of my impending orgasm or her enjoyment.

Eventually, I closed my eyes and pictured Emily. I imagined her lying beneath me, writhing with passion at every slight movement, her screaming as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body. I could almost feel her slender legs wrapped around me, drawing me deeper into her immaculate pussy.

I pictured her golden-blonde hair damp with sweat, but most importantly I could see those eyes, her emerald eyes staring into mine, dripping with sheer desire.

That was all it took. I felt my climax rising, moaning and groaning my entire body tensed and I shot my load into Emily’s… no, Taylor’s wet cunt.

As soon as I finished, I kissed Taylor deeply, while she eased me from on top of her. I removed the condom and held her close.

“That was great,” she whispered, holding my hand tightly but I was unsure. Slowly she fell asleep in my arms.

What had just happened? Did she really enjoy herself? Was I off my game? Or was it her?

The thoughts kept me awake, yet soon my mind drifted to Emily. I bet she would be amazing in bed, she wouldn’t just lie there, she’d acknowledge her passion and she’d vocally welcome my affections. Those eyes would gaze into mine lovingly.

I woke to an empty bed. Taylor had gone. But moments later she returned fully dressed.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Just after 8 am,” she replied, “But I have to go. I have to get to church before class. I go every morning.”

Suddenly things began to make sense; she was a god-freak. How had I not known this already?

“Do you mind if I leave you on your own?” she said, “You can let yourself out, can’t you?”

I told her that I easily could, she gave me a kiss and headed off to church.

Now I began to understand, that was why she wouldn’t let me go down on her; that was why she didn’t acknowledge her enjoyment; that was why she was so silent — she felt held back, almost embarrassed by her desires.

Thinking I was on my own and needing the toilet, I casually strolled naked from her bedroom towards the bathroom. Pushing open the door I was shocked to see a red-haired girl drying herself off.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I said, closing the door again.

From inside the bathroom, she replied, “It’s fine, I take it you need to pee? Come on in.”

Slowly pushing the door open I saw she now had a towel wrapped around her body and was drying her tangled red mane with another. I glanced at her as I headed to the toilet before releasing a strong stream of piss into the bowl.

“So you’re the reason Taylor’s door was shut last night?” she laughed, “I can see why she likes you.” With that, she left the bathroom and headed to her room. After flushing the toilet I returned to Taylor’s room and got dressed, preparing to leave. Just as I was about to open the front door the girl returned.

“Hey, hold up a minute,” she said sticking her hand out for me to shake, “I’m Natalie, well Nat, really.”

Shaking her outstretched hand I introduced myself.

“Can I ask you… look, you’re Taylor’s boyfriend so I should probably… ”

“I’m not her boyfriend,” I interrupted.

“Oh, Okay. Then can I ask you a favour?” she asked, “I saw your body in the bathroom. You have a great physique and a…  sorry…  let me start again. I’m studying photography and I’d love you to pose for me sometime. You seem so confident I’m sure you’d be a great model.”

“Sure,” I replied, actually quite excited by the prospect. I gave Nat my number and told her to call me, then left to head home. Detouring from my route I made sure to wander past the Nursing School on the off-chance that those intoxicating green eyes would make an appearance. As usual, however, she was nowhere to be seen.

A few days later as I sat in my dorm room smoking my phone rang. 

“Hey, it’s Nat, I don’t know if you remember me?” she said.

“Of course I do,” I replied, “How many people ask me to be their model?”

“So you’re still up for it?” Nat asked happily.

I told her I was and we arranged to meet the next afternoon at a studio space in the School of Arts and Science. She said I didn’t need to wear anything in particular, just be there and be myself.

I arrived at the studio and Nat let me in. I was immediately struck by the layout. There was a large double bed with black pillows on bright white sheets at one side of the room. Large, professional lights and umbrellas were dotted around a six-foot crucifix, while a lower, padded bench lurked nearby.

“Thanks for doing this,” Nat said cheerfully.

“I’m not really sure what I’m getting myself into just yet,” I replied.

“Oh, it’ll be fun,” she insisted.

Nat was your stereotypical artist, with a very hippy style. Her red locks flowed freely and were barely styled, while her hazel eyes sparkled and freckles danced their way across her pale face. Five feet seven inches tall, her thin frame made he seem willowy and gentle. She wore a brown suede-like halter neck top and a long, flowing skirt which nearly covered her sandalled feet, she looked as if she could just have returned from Woodstock. 

“So what do you want me to do,” I asked.

“Just take your clothes off and we’ll get started,” she said without missing a beat, as she kicked off her sandals.

“So this was really just a ruse to get me naked again,” I joked as I stripped off.

“Ha, ha. No, keep your underwear on this time,” Nat replied.

Stripped to my boxer briefs I suddenly felt very exposed and a little apprehensive of what was to come. Nat readied her cameras and adjusted the lighting. She asked me to get on the bed and began by taking simple shots of my back, thighs, calves and stomach, casting shadows over my body for effect. She seemed to be focusing on the muscles and the way the correctly-angled light danced off them.

“Do you mind if we try something different?” she asked.

“Not at all,” I replied, watching her open a cabinet full of red rope.

Carefully she bound my forearms together, tightly wrapping the soft rope around me and tying with an intricate knot. Then, she asked me to tense my arms as if I was trying to escape. After taking some shots she untied me and moved me over to the crucifix. I suddenly realised there were leather restraints on the cross beam. Nat guided my arms into them and began shooting.

“Do you mind?” she asked, as I felt her pulling at my underwear.

“Go ahead, it’s not like you haven’t seen it all before,” I replied.

She inched my boxers down, half-exposing my ass, and took some pictures, then she dragged them down completely as she kept firing off shots. Pressed against that cross and unable to escape, I felt strangely aroused and that was before Nat’s hand began parting my legs.

“Could you tense your ass for me?” she asked and so I did, hoping she liked what she saw. Nat changed the film and took more pictures as I stood there bound at the wrists.

Suddenly I felt her soft hands gently caressing my ass, then moving up my back. “You really do have a great body,” she whispered, her hands lingering just a fraction too long on my ass cheeks.

Slowly her fingers delved further down onto the back of my thighs.

“God they feel so strong,” she said with a hushed voice, her fingers stroking my skin. Gradually she reached forward and found my cock pressed against the leather cross. Immediately it began to respond, getting stiffer and stiffer, while I wriggled to create space for it.

“Oh, you like it when I touch your dick, don’t you,” she whispered, her mouth so close to my ear that I could feel the warmth of her breath.

“It feels so good,” I replied as her stroking continued.

Kneeling down, I felt her kiss my ass cheeks, before pushing my thighs further apart getting closer to my ever-growing penis. Click, click, click went the camera as I realised she was taking more pictures.

“If you really want to take pictures of that, then you’re going to have to untie me,” I said.

Undoing the bindings Nat lead me back to the bed and asked me to lie down before she tied my arms tightly to the headboard with her soft red rope. I watched as this hippy reached for her box of tricks once more, this time pulling out a large red candle.

“Mind if we try this?” she asked, “I think it will look really good.”

I’d never experimented with wax play before, but it had intrigued me. I watched as Nat lit the candle and allowed it to slowly melt. Carefully she approached the bed, holding the candle in front of her. As she tilted it, I saw a small blob of melted wax fall slowly to my chest.

A delicious burning sensation stung my skin as the first drop landed.

“Ow,” I started to say, but the initial pain had already subsided. “Oh that feels nice,” I said instead, as another drop splashed into my pecs.

A smile spread across Nat’s face as she saw me writhing in a mix of pain and pleasure. Soon she was dripping the red wax faster and faster all over my chest. With each impact a delightful sting rippled through my body, the pain increasing with each one.

“Ooo, that looks nice,” she said, grabbing her camera and firing off more pictures. Small brightly coloured spots were splattered all around my nipples and down the centre line of my body to my stomach, inching ever closer to my now-ragingly hard cock.

The more wax that coated me, the more excited Nat got, leaping around for different angles. Finally, she put the candle and camera down and approached the bed. Her soft hands roamed across my body feeling the now-hard red lumps that covered me, like beads of dried blood.

With each stroke of her hands, Nat moaned almost imperceptibly, her nails lightly picking at the wax. Gradually she slid her hands down my bumpy stomach and tentatively grabbed the base of my cock. Her gentle eyes continue to stare at me as she incredibly slowly slid her closed hand up my entire length.

“That feels great,” I whispered, “Keep going.”

Nat began to grab tighter, rolling my foreskin back and forth but without taking her eyes off mine. Agonisingly slowly she stroked my cock up and down, watching my face for every flinch of passion. Then without warning, she stopped.

“We wouldn’t want you cumming too soon now, would we?” she said as she stood up.

Reaching behind her neck Nat undid both sets of strings holding up her top and allowed it to fall to the floor, exposing her soft tits. Shaped like small bells, they curved gracefully, with nipples that pointed slightly upwards. Teasingly, she reached for the elastic waist of her skirt.

“Do you want me to take this off? Nat asked, smiling at me.

“Yes, god yes,” I replied.

“What are you going to do for me if I do?” she asked.

“Any… anything, anything you want,” I stammered, unable to take my eyes off this hippy chick.

“Now that’s a big promise,” Nat winked, as she inched the skirt down.

Shaking her hips like the temptress she was, she achingly, slowly pulled it down. Bit by bit her fiery bush appeared, betraying her lack of underwear. Finally, she was naked but just out of reach, and I was tied up anyway.

Her slender hips swayed from side to side as she leisurely strolled over to me. Reaching for me, her long nails dragged across my aching flesh, scratching at the dried wax. Climbing onto the bed, Nat sat just above my face, her pussy fractions away from my eager mouth.

“Are you going to lick me?” she asked as she softly lowered herself onto my face.

As my lips met hers I inhaled deeply, savouring her scent, before diving in, allowing my tongue to skim the length of her slit. A soft, gentle, somewhat earthy aroma filled my nostrils before I tasted her, the tip of my tongue parting those soft outer lips.

“Ooh,” she moaned, “You’ve done this before.”

Pressing down harder, her pussy sought out my tongue as it strived to delve deeper into her. I strained at my bindings, keen to make her cum. As I explored her warm pussy her hands wandered across my chest and stomach but never reached for my cock, yet still a bead of pre-cum leaked from my tip.

Her hands grabbed the bed board hard as she rubbed her bright red pubes across my face while my tongue lapped at her growing wetness.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she moaned as she ground into my face. I could tell she was close but was very limited in what I could do, unable to move my arms.  Speeding up my motions, my firm tongue worked across her tender flesh, teasing, torturing and tantalising her to the edge of orgasm.

Soon her breathing changed, her motions sped up as she panted and moaned while my tongue and lips consumed her pussy. I moved my head just enough so my nose rubbed her enflamed clit. With each tender brush, I could feel her getting closer and closer.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” she cried, “Keep going. Don’t stop, don’t stop. Yes, yes, YES”.

As finally, she rode the wave of ecstasy, her hot cum seeping into my waiting mouth and coating my tongue. As her climax subsided Nat slowed her motions but still rubbed her dripping cunt across my face.

“That was nice,” she cooed, releasing the bedhead.

Carefully turning herself around, Nat finally reached for my twitching dick, caressing it sweetly. Her pussy lurked just above my face, filling my nose with her rich fragrance.

“Bet you want me to suck your dick now, don’t you?” she asked almost mockingly.

“I’d… ” I started to say before she interrupted me.

“Remember you promised to do anything I wanted?” she teased.

“If you want me to suck your dick then you need to lick my asshole. I want to feel your tongue in my ass,” she said, lowering her butt onto my face.

With her legs spread as wide as they were, and her small, firm ass positioned just correctly, her tight puckered hole was right in front of my tongue. A light spattering of fine red hairs encircled it. With each motion she made, the ruched ring of muscle tensed and untensed.

I’d never tongued an anus before but hers looked so inviting, and I was dying to feel her mouth on my throbbing cock. Tentatively, I strained forward and reached for her most private hole. It was totally different from licking a pussy. Instead of soft and wet, it was dry and firm, resistant to my attention.

As my tongue teased her rosebud, I finally felt the warmth of her mouth encompassing my dripping head. While my tongue strived to part her tight ring, hers licked around my tip, as her hand slid up and down my thick shaft.

“Oh yes, that’s it. Good boy,” she moaned as my tongue began winning the fight and pushing inside her. Unlike with a pussy, I didn’t really know what I was doing, but she seemed to approve.

The thought of how naughty we were being and licking her ass was really turning me on, plus her hot mouth was making quick work of my cock. I couldn’t see anything as my face was buried between her cheeks, but I could feel her saliva pouring down my dick as she sucked me hard.

I could tell I was about to cum, my body tensed up and my cock swelled even larger, but before I had a chance to warn Nat she pulled off.

“We don’t want you cumming, just yet, do we?” she teased, my cock bursting to fire and my balls achingly full of cum.

Instead of letting me orgasm Nat sat up, driving my tongue deeper into her hot back passage. As I  licked her, my own climax slowly began to subside. Carefully, Nat climbed from my face and stood beside the bed.

“If I untie you are you going to fuck me?” she said, with a glint in her eye, as I nodded my agreement. 

Before she removed the rope, I watched as Nat took the camera, attached it to a tripod and carefully positioned it on three tape marks on the floor. Finally, she added a remote cable, before returning to the bed.

She took her time, undoing the carefully tied bindings, allowing me to free my arms once more. Nat had clearly done an excellent job with the knots; although there were red marks on both wrists, neither hurt.

I followed as she strutted to the lower, padded, bench and knelt upon it, her legs spread and her ass facing me.

“Come here and buckle these restraints,” she ordered.

As I approached, I could see there were leather bindings, closed by small silver buckles. One for each wrist and another pair for her ankles. Gently I did them up as Nat checked that they were secure.

“Now fuck me,” she insisted, turning to look me in the face, “I want you to fuck me hard, pull my hair, spank me, talk dirty — do whatever you want.”

Taking my cock in my hand, I guided it to her dripping cunt and edged inside. Carefully I began rocking back and forward, sliding my full length into her hot opening.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Nat asked incredulously, “Fuck me hard!”

Grabbing her hips I began slamming into her, smack, smack, smack went my thighs as they crashed into her ass cheeks. Had my balls not already been so tight, they’d have been slapping into her clit. Instead, I kept driving into her as Nat pushed back.

“That’s it. That’s it,” she cried, “Now pull my hair.”

Filling my right hand with her bright red locks I pulled gently as I maintained my pace and intensity.

“Don’t be a pussy!”, she screamed, “Fucking pull my hair!"

Wrapping her flowing hair around my fingers I pulled hard, dragging her face towards the ceiling, arching her back sharply.

“Yes, yes!” she moaned, as my cock probed her deepest depths. “Spank me, spank me,” she groaned.

I slowed my pace so I could let go of her hip and slapped her ass lightly.

“Oh fuck, fuck yes,” she cried, “But spank me like a fucking man!”

I hit her harder, but still, she screamed: “Harder! Harder!”

So I slapped her as hard as I could, a “smack” rang out through the room and a red handprint appeared on her soft white flesh.

“Mmm, yes, yes,” Nat moaned, clearly enjoy the stinging sensation. Click, click, click went the camera as she fired off a few more photos.

As I pounded her soaked cunt, I could slowly feel my orgasm building, but still, her words rang through my head: “Do whatever you want.” My eyes were drawn to her tight ass, that a short while ago my tongue had been probing.

I coated my thumb in saliva and began rubbing her sweet anus, within seconds it had popped inside. Pushing deeper, I could feel each inch of my cock sliding by.

“Oh, oh, oh, god yes,” panted Nat as her climax rose. Still, I kept driving into her beautiful cunt while my thumb probed her even-tighter asshole. 

Suddenly I felt my balls tighten more and knew I’d be firing deep inside her any moment.

Before I could warn her, Nat screamed like a banshee, howling with delight, as her orgasm rode through her body. Her pussy clenched onto my cock, while her ass tried to force my thumb out. Her head rocked from side to side as she cried out.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!,” she panted, “Don’t stop! Ug, ug, ug,” as wave after wave of climax washed over her, my dick still ramming into her as I did everything in my power not to cum. Before she could catch her breath, I announced I was about to finish.

“No, not yet,” she murmured between breaths, “Cum on my ass… I’m not on… ”

I couldn’t hold back any longer and pulled out, my raging rock throbbing and twitching like mad. Yanking my thumb from her anus I grabbed my dick as squirt after squirt of thick cum splashed across her lily-white cheeks and dark pink asshole. The semen just kept firing, easily the largest and most powerful orgasm of my life, as my super-tight balls ached. When my ejaculation finally slowed, I spread it around using my overly-sensitive head.

Between our gasped breaths all I could hear was click, click, click as Nat fired shot after shot. Slowly I unwound her long locks from my hand and softly stroked her damp back.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” I huffed.

“You were great,” she replied, “Good boy, now undo me.”

As soon as I had her first wrist untied she reached behind her and began smearing my cum across her crack, cheek and anus. Gradually I watched as she fingered her own ass, using my seed as lubricant.

“Mmm, I love the feel of cum,” she moaned, as the camera clicked again and again.

Once untied, Nat stood and for the first time kissed me firmly on the lips. Without another word, she started pulling her skirt and top back on, so I began to get dressed in silence, my shirt clinging to my sweaty torso.

“I’ve got to go meet up with Taylor, want to join us?” Nat asked teasingly.

“You’re not going to shower first?” I replied.

“No, it’ll be more fun with my ass splattered with your cum,” she smiled.

“I don’t think it would be a good idea,” I stuttered. “Not sure I need to see Taylor again. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you again.”

“We’ll see,” she said, as we left the studio. Outside, Nat gave me a peck on the lips and dashed off to meet her roommate.

I strolled home, amazed at what had just happened, I had arrived expecting to take a few pictures but ended up having some of the wildest sex of my life. I’d been dominated, I’d dominated her and for the first time I’d finally played with someone’s ass and had loved it. Might Nat just be the first girl I tried anal sex with?

A couple of days later I checked my mail on the way home from class and found an unexpected package. As I looked at it I saw there was no postage on it — must have been hand delivered. Opening it in my room I saw them for the first time, the pictures Nat had taken and they looked incredible.

She was right, the red wax looked unbelievable and my hand instinctively went to my chest, searching for the spots it had landed. And the pictures of my cum splashed across her ass made me want to touch myself.

While I thumbed through the photos thinking how sexy we both looked, my phone rang. 

“Hello,” I said, sure that Nat was going to be on the other end.

“Hey, it’s Susan,” the voice at the other end of the phone said excitedly, “I’ve fucking found her. I’ve found Emily!”