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 Anadolu Yakası Escort 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 Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan 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, Escort Anadolu Yakası “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.