The sun tried to break the screen the opaque blue clouds made, but it was too much of a struggle. The first flakes of snow cascaded from the ominous clouds and froze onto the dying brown grass blades.

She could feel the excitement pulsating through the campus as the slick white sheet began to consume the ground underneath it.

It had been one of those rough and disheartening weeks that dragged on without stopping to let you get a breath of air. It was nothing a few silly comedies couldn't alleviate. Getting under her warm and toasty blankets was all that had she had been able to think about since Monday.

Well, that and several well-earned orgasms.

It was a lengthy walk from her previous class to her apartment and she took each slippery step with caution. Her bulky backpack was weighing her down. The bitter wind chilled her to the bone and nipped at her nose making it a flushed red. Her knitted beanie was not enough to keep her ears from becoming a matching crimson shade.

There was a flirtatious snowball fight between a guy and two similar looking brunettes taking place on the snow covered knoll. Their giggles and banter sounded nauseatingly contrived as she strolled by the hill and smiled to herself.

Just as she was turning the corner she spotted one of the icy white balls in the corner of her eye.

"Fuck," she sighed, as the snow pelted her in the face hard enough to knock her glasses off as well as make her slip and fall.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," one of the brunettes hollered, making no attempt to help her pick up her belongings.

She knelt on the concrete and brushed her glasses off with her mittens. She was just about to stand back up as she felt a hand softly touch her shoulder, making her jump.

Her embarrassment and agitation grew until she turned and locked eyes with this mystery person.

He truly looked concerned, his brow furrowed above his emerald green eyes. “I didn’t mean to surprise you, but I saw you take a rather large snowball to the face and you looked like you could use some help.”

He took her hand and lifted her from the ground. She couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was dangerously charming.

“Let me carry them for you. I don’t want to see you falling down again.”

His breath smelled delicious like he had just sucked on a candy cane. She felt her body temperature increasing. “That’s alright; you don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to,” he said with a genuine grin. “We live in the same apartment, by the way. I see you getting in the elevator all the time. It’s really no trouble at all.”

They walked in silence for the remainder of the trip, letting the howling wind do the talking. She thought he looked awfully cute carrying her butterfly printed backpack over his own. He was tall and his broad shoulders made her feel week in the knees. She knew exactly what she would think about when she masturbated tonight.

“Could you grab the door?” he asked, snapping her back from her daydream.

They entered the drafty apartment and stepped into the elevator. She slid the mitten off her right hand and entered her floor number.

The yellow lights in the elevator flickered as they always do and the doors opened up to her hall.

“Well this is it,” she said pointing to her door as she rummaged deep into the depths of her purse to find her key. “Would you like to come in for a bit?”

“That’d be nice,” he smiled.

They both stepped out of their boots and rested their coats in the closet. “Just make yourself at home, you can sit on the couch if you’d like.”

He sat at the closest edge of the couch so he could watch her in the kitchen. Her delicate little body was so tempting, he wanted nothing more than to grab her hips and have his way with her. He was desperate for a taste of her sweetness. He longed to thaw out his frigid fingers inside her steamy little cunt.

She walked to the couch with two piping hot mugs of hot chocolate and set them on the rickety wooden coffee table. They sipped on the sweet liquid and discussed their majors, classes, and what they hoped to do after college.

The curtains next to the couch were wide open, revealing the silvery stars and the nearly full moon.

“I hadn’t realized it was this late, I should probably start to cook some di---,” she began, but was interrupted by the crushing of his sugary lips onto her own. She decided not to play dumb; she could sense the tension ever since they entered the apartment.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked, tone changing from angelically innocent to devilishly naughty.

Hearing those filthy words slip out of her sweet little mouth caused his frustrated cock to stir inside his jeans. He scratched at the light stubble on his chin and looked as if he was faced with a tough decision, “Definitely, but first I’m going to have to taste you.”

“My roommate could be home any time now,” she whispered.

“We had better hurry then.”

A wide smile spread across her face as she eagerly reached for his zipper. They both stood up and helped each other out of the bothersome clothes covering their impatient bodies. It truly was a team effort. First his jeans, then her sweater and the pile continuously grew until they both left in their skivvies.

The room was dim, but he could see her ivory skin, her tight tummy and the hot pink panties that read “love pink” on the back. She sat back on the couch and he followed her. His fingers crept up her legs to her chest where they stopped. Her bra was nothing more than a burden; he needed her tender flesh in his mouth. The bra flew across the room in a blur and seconds later he delved into her perky buds. His tongue lunged at them with determination.

Extended foreplay was what they both craved, but it would have to wait until next time. He weaved his index fingers through the embellishments on the sides of her panties and ripped them from her thighs. He caught the scent of her delicious dewiness as he threw the dampened fabric onto the ground.

One lick, one drop would be enough to send him into a frenzy. Her eyes were wide with anticipation as she placed her palms in his hair and guided him to her glossy opening. She shivered as he lapped up all the nectar that had accumulated outside of her pink opening.

Sweat gleamed on both of their foreheads as the air in the room became thick and humid. Quiet squeaks slipped out of her mouth as he dipped his tongue into her tight hole. The outline of his throbbing bulge was evident. She wanted this polite stranger to fill her up as full as possible. It wasn’t like her to allow someone she had just met to play with her most private bits. It was a good deed though, right?

“Anxious are we?” he teased as he followed her eyes to his erection.

She reached for the stretchy band of his boxers and set him free. His masculine scent filled her nostrils. A clear drizzle began to escape from the very tip of his slit. She gave a playful push and knocked him onto his back. She ached to have him inside of her saturated depths. She was terribly wet.

She gripped the base of his inflating cock and shoved it into her petite mouth. Once it was sufficiently covered in saliva she popped it back out and watched impatiently twitch. They were both nearly falling off the tattered couch as she centered her tight opening over him. An untamed look spread over her eyes as she forced his entire length into her tunnel. She had craved the feeling of being stuffed full all afternoon.

The couch creaked as her body bounced up and down with vitality that he wasn't expecting her to have. A puddle of her juices collected on his stomach as she rode him like a crazed animal.

“I’m going to cum,” she whimpered through the strands of hair falling in her face.

One last ram against his body caused her to squirm and shake as an intense orgasm radiated from her body to his.

A hot stream of his spunk ran down her thighs as she stood up to dress again.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?” he asked as he slipped his sweater over his head.

“I’d love to, but normally the sex occurs after the date,” she teased.

“Who says we can’t have both?”