Lost and Found.

mf oral

She wasn't exactly his type. He preferred someone taller, leggier, prettier.
He liked the glamorous types and they liked him. But he found himself
attracted to her anyways as he watched her from across the room. She'd
caught his attention immediately when she'd come strolling alone into the
library. Now she sat with a group of her friends. She spoke animatedly,
gesturing with her hands and laughing and making faces frequently. A man sat
on her right, and now and then she would reach over and touch his shoulder.
They might have been dating.

An announcement was made over the public address system that the library
would be closing in fifteen minutes. He watched as she gathered her books
and papers and pens and began shoving them into a red canvas knapsack. She
and her friends, including the guy she'd been touching, exchanged hugs and
departed. Finally she was alone at the table. She lingered there a few
minutes, cleaning the mess of paper left behind. She slid her arms into the
straps of her knapsack, gathered the papers, and left. He quickly gathered
his books and followed her.

As he followed her down the stairs, about five steps behind, he saw
something fall from her backpack and onto a step. She didn't hear it and
continued on her way. He reached down and picked it up: a pen. It was a
polished silver fountain pen, and the cap was engraved with the initials
RCS. It was too cumbersome to be practical. She must have carried it for
sentimental reasons.

He got downstairs in time to see her walk out the door. He quickened his
pace to catch up with her. "Excuse me," he called out. She didn't hear him.
She was a fast walker and there was some distance between them. He broke
into a run. "Excuse me."

Startled, she turned around. "Hi. Yes?"

He held up the pen. "You, ah, dropped this back in the library."

She smiled. "Oh wow, thank you! You wouldn't believe how upset I'd be if I
lost this silly thing." When she took it from him, her fingers brushed his
lightly. He felt a tingle of excitement travel up his arm to his shoulder
and to his head. "Hey, do you play on the rugby team?"

"Actually, I do," he replied, surprised. "You like rugby?"

"My friend Erik and I go to all the games. We're kind of...fanatics." She
grinned. "You're Scott, right?" He nodded, more surprised that she knew his
name. "I'm Rachel. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too." They shook hands and then stood silently for a few
moments.

"So....can I buy you a cup of coffee?" she offered. "Since you were so
gallant to return my pen to me." She grinned at him.

"Sure. I'd like that."

There was a coffee house across the street, just off campus. The air inside
was hazy from smoke. Van Morrison's "Moondance" was playing on a juke box in
the corner. All the tables were occupied, so they sat on a small sofa
towards the back of the room. She sat down facing him and folded one bare
leg under her. Her short brown velvet skirt rose a bit, revealing a good
deal of her thighs. A waitress came to take their order.

They talked about their classes. She was a biochemistry major, a second year
student. They had a class together--a general chemistry course that was held
in an auditorium with 500 other students. She wasn't in a sorority but was
involved in various student organizations. She talked with him the same way
he'd seen her with her friends, moving her hands and changing the
expressions on her face. He loved the way her voice inflected, especially
when it became deep and throaty and resonant. She laughed and she made him
laugh.

"Wow, it's late," she said when she looked at her watch. "I should get
going. I have an eight o'clock class in the morning. Could you walk me to my
apartment? I'd rather not walk alone at this time of night."

"No problem," he replied. "I understand."

She paid the check on the way out. "It's only a couple of blocks from here,"
she told him.

They walked most of the way in silence, which was all right with him because
he didn't want to say what he was thinking. During the whole time they'd
been in the coffee house, he hoped she hadn't noticed the erection pressing
against his jeans. He hoped she hadn't noticed the way he gazed at her
breasts when they jiggled while she laughed. He hoped she hadn't noticed the
way he followed her legs up her skirt, wondering what lay where they met.

He didn't know if he would ever be able to broach the subject with her.
Hell, he didn't know if he would ever even talk to her after tonight was
over. They'd attended the same school for the past two years without
noticing each other. Why would things be different now?

"This is it," she announced when they reached a small apartment complex.
"This is where I live." He followed her to her door and waited as she
fumbled around in her knapsack for her keys.

She found them and smiled. "Thanks again for returning my pen. And thank you
for a great conversation. I really enjoyed meeting you."

"Same here."

There was a pause. He wondered what he should do--if anything. He felt
sixteen instead of twenty.

"I, um, have a confession to make," she said suddenly. "I'm really not that
crazy about rugby--"

He chuckled. "Well, that's okay. I'm not offended."

"--but I am pretty crazy about you." He didn't know what to say, so she
continued. "I do like rugby, don't get me wrong, but I go mostly so I can
see you. You really turn me on."

She was standing close to him now, her breasts barely touching his chest,
her right hand on his left hip. She brought her mouth close to his ear, her
lips brushing his earlobe as she spoke. "I come home after a game and touch
myself, wishing it was your hand on me instead of my own..."

He whimpered softly as he thought about her caressing herself. "Scott," she
murmured, "do I turn you on?" He nodded, unable to speak. "Would you touch
me?"

"Yes." His voice was hoarse. "I want to."

She smiled and kissed his chin. Her lips were soft. Then she unlocked the
door and nudged it open. "After you," she said. "Bedroom is a few paces in
on the left."

He proceeded slowly, cursing when his knee banged against the coffee table.
Behind him, she giggled and turned on a lamp. "Better?" she asked.

"Much." He laid his books on the table and looked around the room. "Nice
place," he said, admiring the various sculptures and paintings that
decorated the room.

"Thanks. Admire the decor later," she said, taking his hand and leading him
into the bedroom. She flipped the light switched and the room was
illuminated with soft light from a series of track lights. "Would you prefer
it dark?" she asked.

"No, this is great."

"Okay." She turned to face him. She lay her hands on his shoulders and ran
them slowly down his chest. She tugged his shirt out of his jeans and slid
her hands beneath. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hands on his
bare skin. She slid them around to his back; he inhaled sharply as she raked
her fingernails lightly over his skin.

"Where do you want to touch me?" she asked. She pressed her body against
him, grinding her crotch into his. "Tell me."

"I want to touch your breasts," he said softly.

She backed away from him and smiled seductively before she slipped her
blouse over her head. She was wearing a black satin bra with a front
closure. It pushed her breasts up and together.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," she instructed him. He did and then, after
stepping out of her shoes, she straddled his lap. Her legs were wrapped
around his waist, her breasts almost at mouth level. He wrapped his arms
around her for support.

He nuzzled her neck, kissing his way down to her chest. He bit at her
nipples through her bra and she moaned with pleasure. With one hand he
reached up and unfastened the bra.

"Suck my nipples," she said to him. He was happy to oblige. He helped her
slip the bra off and gazed admiringly at her breasts. They weren't overly
large or too small. He thought they were magnificent. He took one into his
mouth, his lips encircling the areola as his tongue flicked the nipple. She
shuddered and pressed her fingers into his shoulders.

"Oh, that feels so good," she breathed. She took his hand in her own and led
it up to her other breast. He caressed it, running his thumb up and down
over the nipple to make it hard. "What else do you want to do to me?" she
asked.

"I'll do anything you want me to," was his reply.

"Put your hand up my skirt," she said.

He slid his hand up her thigh and his fingers brushed her warm wetness. She
wasn't wearing any panties. He couldn't believe it. He traced his finger up
one of her lips and down the other. She sighed contentedly. "I want you to
lick my pussy."

He lifted her up and lay her on the bed. She reached down to her hip and
unzipped the skirt. She lifted her ass a few inches from the bed to allow
him to remove the garment. Then she spread her legs open invitingly. He
lowered his head and inhaled her scent. It was almost too much to bear. He
pressed his face to her, burying his tongue in her pussy. He lapped at the
juices eagerly. Then he moved his tongue to her clitoris and wiggled it back
and forth, making her whole body squirm as she squealed with delight.

"Oh yes, Scott, yes..." Her fingers found his head and she played with his
hair. Her thighs squeezed around his head and she contracted her vagina
around his tongue. As he grew more excited, he could feel his cock growing
harder. It became uncomfortable, almost painful.

When he thought that she was ready to cum, she suddenly pushed his head
away. "What's wrong?" he asked, bewildered.

"Nothing. I don't want to yet," she said. "It's your turn."

He moved his body over hers and kissed her passionately. She was a good
kisser, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Without breaking the kiss, they
rolled over so that he was on bottom. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and
ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. She lowered her head to one
of his nipples and took it between her lips. With her hands she unbuttoned
and unzipped his jeans and slipped her hand into his pants. He was wearing
boxer shorts and she found the opening and reached in. He moaned loudly, in
ecstasy from her touch.

She kissed her way down his chest to his abdomen, taking a few moments to
lick in and around his navel. She pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs
until they were off. His cock was fully erect, and the swollen head
glistened with pre-cum. She ran her hands up his shins and inside his
thighs. She kissed the inside of each thigh and then kissed his balls.

"You have a beautiful dick, Scott. I can't wait to have it in my pussy." She
began at the base and licked her way up to the head. Then she took the head
in her mouth and ran her tongue around it, licking the juices from its tip.
He saw her reach down to her pussy, though he couldn't tell what she was
doing. When she brought her hand up to his cock, he realized she'd moistened
her hand with her own juices. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and
began to move both her hand and her mouth up and down his shaft. Her free
hand fondled his balls and his perineum. He felt a finger trace around his
asshole, driving him wild.

He knew that he was close. He was going to cum. Just before he thought he
would, she stopped everything she was doing. He didn't know what to say.
Both his dick and his balls ached for her.

"Now you're going to fuck me. I have to have your big, hard dick in my wet
pussy now." And with that she squatted over him, her feet on each side of
his hips. She parted her labia and said, "Look at my clit, Scott. It's
throbbing for you." She rubbed it with two fingers of her left hand; and
with her right, she took his cock and guided it to her opening. She inserted
just the head and then dropped to her knees, taking his whole length into
her pussy. "Ohhhhhh, Scott. You feel so good."

He grunted and moaned as she rhythmically contracted her pussy around his
dick. She was still rubbing her clit, and he felt her fingertips rubbing
against the base of his cock. Then she began to raise and lower herself on
his dick, slowly at first. With her other hand she grabbed one of her
breasts and raised it towards her mouth. She dipped her head down and licked
the nipple vigorously with the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue around
the areola and then looked up at him.

"Do you like watching me lick my own tit?" He nodded. She gyrated her hips
in small circles. "I want you to cum for me," she said, her voice husky. "I
want to feel you fill me up, shooting load after load of your cum into my
pussy. Cum for me, Scott." She was rapidly bouncing up and down on his dick
now. Her tits bounced up an down with each movement. "Fuck me. Fuck me
hard," she yelled. "I need your cum. Your dick feels fantastic. I'm close, I
think I'm going to cum, I think I'm--"

She leaned back, her palms flat on the bed and her arms rigid to hold her
up. She orgasmed, her whole body jerking and her pelvis grinding into him.
Her body was flushed and glistening with sweat, and he watched her nipples
pucker and grow hard. She threw back her head and screamed, "Oh yes! Oh God,
yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Scott!"

Her screams of ecstasy, combined with the feel of her pussy clenching around
his dick, were enough to bring his orgasm too. He grabbed the sheets in his
hands and grunted and moaned as he thrust his cock hard into her, lifting
his ass off the bed.

Her orgasm subsided after several seconds and she sat up, enjoying the feel
of his softening cock inside her. Then she collapsed forward onto him,
resting her head on his shoulder. He ran his hand over her ass and her back
up to play with her hair.

"That," he murmured, "was the best sex I've ever had."

"Mmm, same here." She lifted her her and looked at him, grinning
mischievously. "I'll have to lose my things more often."