We had a wonderful dinner and a delicious dessert. We fed each other cheesecakes and talked about our friends, family, television...anything that popped into our heads. We held hands across the table and looked into each other's eyes. I could feel my panties getting wet as he gazed into my eyes and grazed my bare arms. I couldn't wait to get him back to my room so that we could finish what we had started earlier in the week.

Our school schedules didn't give us much time to be with each other, just the two of us. We had three classes together, which meant that we spent nearly twenty hours a week in class and doing homework or just talking, and even when we had just been friends, we would spend Friday afternoons alone, after class, going out to eat, usually. He lived off of campus so that meant we could be alone in my room, but he didn't feel that way for me. Until just last weekend, when he took me out dancing on a Saturday night...we ended up grinding against each other, sweating, almost kissing, for three hours. But he still didn't make a move until I initiated a conversation about us the following Monday, during one of our breaks. We talked for three hours, and then I brought him to my room and we spent a tender hour talking about us and kissing. As the days passed and we spent more and more time together, our relationship moved quickly along and we were now saying "I love you" to each other, even though it had only been a couple of weeks...but we both felt it, and whenever he looked at me, I could feel his eyes on me, searching me, learning me by heart.

And now, finally, we had had our first "date", and I had asked him to spend the night in my dorm room. I didn't care if the girls on my floor knew, or heard...I was so completely into him that I just wanted his arms around me all the time, and him whispering in my ear about how I was the only girl for him and how he couldn't believe he found someone like me. Earlier in the week, we had moved our relationship to the next level, physically...he had grazed my pussy on top of my panties, and then slowly took them off, and ate me for the first time. He told me how much he loved eating my pussy, how I tasted like peaches, how fucking sexy I was...and how much it turned him on to feel my wetness and be soaked in my pussy juices. I loved doing all the dirty talk with him, and during class I would stroke his thigh near his cock every so often, and whisper to him, just as he was leaving me to go home, that he had made me wet. I loved having his fingers move in and out of me, and his tongue fucking my hole and trying to lick my pussy dry.

I hooped that tonight would be our night to finally have sex. I was so hot for him that when we got back to my room, my panties were already soaked. We tried to not touch each other right away, but the temptation was too much. I stepped out of my dressy clothes and stepped into a tight tank top and pink panties. He took off his pants and sweater so he was just in his boxers and a t-shirt. He held me in his arms and tenderly kissed me, up and down my neck, sending shivers all over me, and across my chest and on my breast on top of my shirt. Then he started stroking my thighs, telling me that they felt so good and smooth...and he began to finger my clit on top of my panties.

"Fuck, you're already wet," he whispered to me. His fingers made their way to the top of my panties and he slowly pulled them off. A line of juice trailed from my panties to my clit, and he lapped it up eagerly. He gently spread my legs apart and he put his face in between my legs, stroking my clit gently up and down with his tongue and inserting his long middle finger into my hole. I was so wet that he slipped easily in and out, lubing me up even more as the pussy juice ran down my ass.

"Do you like the view?" I asked. He was staring intently at my hole, gazing up into my eyes every once in a while, his mouth slightly open in an "O" shape.

"Oh yeah," he answered in a whisper, before going back down to eat me. I loved looking at his head in between my legs. I reached behind me and pulled my camera off of my dresser, and snapped a picture. I would later put it up on my laptop as my background, and get off from that picture whenever I was feeling hot for him.

He started to stroke me harder and his tongue was more eager in lapping up my juices. He was sending shivers up and down my spine and making my legs shake with all the attention he was giving my clit. A few times I screamed out, and I tried to suppress myself for fear of my floormates overhearing, but it just made everything more exciting. The suspense inside of me built up to a boiling point, and with one final lick of my pussy he sent me into spasms. I quickly took his hand and inserted his fingers into my hole. He felt my pussy pulsating, and he moaned,

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah."

I finished off and lay there contentedly. I would make him cum next, and hopefully get his cock inside of me...but for now, I wanted his arms back around me. I craved him telling me how hot it was to get me off and how much he loved me. We were dirty one minute and tender the next. Our relationship was off to a running start.