She Was Quiet for Months. Then One Night She Wasn't

At the start of my second year of college I met a lot of great people. Among them was a girl named Paula. Paula was about 5'4", a stunning face, very slim, but somehow with a fairly large ass. I had never seen anyone with a figure like hers. She'd done cheerleading for a few years as a flyer. She was by far one of the most beautiful girls in my school. When you don't need makeup to look that good, you know it's genuine natural beauty. I was lucky enough to have her in two of my classes that year. Three actually, if you count lunch, though we sat at different tables. We really got close in science class. Luck was on my side that year because somehow I ended up at the same lab table as her. I made her laugh pretty regularly, which was an excellent way for a friendship to start. After a few weeks we started flirting quite a bit.

She was seeing someone at the time but didn't seem bothered by the flirting. It didn't take long for her boyfriend to hear about me. He approached me about a week later but I held my ground. Surprisingly he wasn't all that angry, since he'd been planning to break up with her anyway. Before he left, he told me to "enjoy a prude girlfriend who does nothing with you." At first I thought he was just talking nonsense. Then I started hearing from a few friends that it was true. Her last two boyfriends before him had broken up with her for the same reason. Honestly, at the time I didn't care at all. This girl was supermodel-level sexy and she clearly liked me. One of the reasons I didn't really believe them was the way she acted around me. She constantly put her legs on me during class. On top of that, every time I teased her she'd start playfully hitting me. For someone being labeled as a prude, she was pretty physically attentive toward someone she wasn't even dating.

A few weeks after Paula became single, we started hanging out after school. Our flirting got more intense by the day. It didn't take long before we had our first kiss and started going out. I was lucky to have parents who were comfortable enough that I had a car, which meant we could go wherever we wanted. When winter started closing in, we began spending more time at my place. She came over for dinner with my family pretty often, then would stay to watch a movie with me in my room. The first time we did that she got comfortable on top of me, sitting in my lap, and threw a blanket over us. The left cheek of her ass sat directly on my soft cock, trapping it between her and my thigh. I tried hard to ignore that, but my body had other plans. About twenty minutes into the movie I started getting turned on. I knew she could feel every inch of it as it grew. When I finally reached a full erection she looked at me and kissed me on the cheek, then on the lips. That was all I got. For the rest of the movie I had this awkward erection poking her in the ass. She didn't seem to mind at all, but also didn't care to do anything about it. This went on for months.

I started to realize everything I'd heard about this girl was true. How could someone who loved physical contact be so reserved? Even though I was nothing like her previous boyfriends, it wasn't pleasant being constantly left hanging by your own girlfriend. Especially someone as beautiful as Paula. The fact that she always dressed really nicely didn't help either, always in cute outfits with the nicest socks. I had a pretty big thing for feet, so seeing her wear them all the time was seriously distracting. When winter arrived she switched to mostly sweatpants and hoodies. She still looked incredible. I still really liked Paula, but I simply didn't know how much more sexual frustration I could take. Just when I was about to lose all hope, one night changed everything.

It was a gloomy winter Thursday, perfect for a gaming night. After school I sat straight down at the PS4 and started playing with my friends. About an hour later, Paula texted asking if she could come over. Her sister agreed to drop her off as long as I drove her home. I said that was fine. When she showed up she looked as good as always. Grey yoga pants, a blue hoodie, and purple socks. She'd been over many times by then and felt right at home. She stretched out on the couch I was sitting on and put her feet in my lap. She talked nonstop about college drama, which went in one ear and out the other. She knew I wasn't listening, so she started putting her feet all over my face. Her socks smelled incredible but I pretended not to like it. I kept pushing her feet away, which she found hilarious the more annoyed I acted. When she finally stopped, she climbed on top of me and started kissing my neck. That was something she had never done before. Still, I tried hard to stay focused on the match. She grabbed my face and made me look her in the eyes before leaning in and kissing me properly. That actually turned me on a lot. I had my hands on her legs, gripping them firmly. They felt good and warm. After about ten minutes of kissing, she asked if we could watch a movie. I caved immediately and told my friends I was done for the night. I thought this might finally be the night, given how forward she'd been. She put on Just Friends and got comfortable on top of me as usual. The moment her ass made contact with my cock, I didn't hold back. I let it grow so fast that within seconds I was fully hard. That didn't bother her at all. She completely ignored it, even when I started pushing against her. I felt so defeated. I really thought this was it, but I'd just been played like an idiot. At that point I didn't even want to watch the movie anymore, so I started closing my eyes. About twenty minutes in, my eyelids got extremely heavy. She noticed I'd fallen asleep and kissed me on the cheek, telling me to sleep if I was tired. I passed out shortly after.

I don't know how much time went by, but I woke up feeling a strange sensation between my legs. My eyes were still very heavy so I struggled a little to open them. With the little I could see, Paula was nowhere in sight. Suddenly a warmth started surrounding my cock. I had never felt that before, but it was growing fast. I stayed completely still, trying to make sense of what was happening. I could still hear the movie playing in the background at a very low volume. I started hearing sucking and slurping sounds coming from under the blanket. That's when it started to click. Paula was under that blanket. The warmth I was feeling was her mouth, and the sucking sounds were exactly that. I remember just not being able to believe what was happening. I was convinced I was dreaming, because there was no way this was actually real. Terrified that if I moved a single muscle she would stop, I stayed completely still and calm. I even closed my eyes in case she came up and saw I was awake. For the next ten minutes she went at it without stopping. When I felt myself getting close I knew I had to concentrate. I couldn't show any sign of awareness while I was finishing, no matter how good it felt. A few seconds after I'd run through the plan in my head, everything started coming out. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was far too much for her. When I had nothing left, I heard her throw the blanket off us. She went to the bathroom and came back with some towels. She carefully cleaned up what she hadn't been able to swallow, pulled my boxers and shorts back up to my waist, and gave my cock a few gentle pats. Then she went back to her movie like nothing had happened.

I waited about five minutes before I "woke up." When I did, she greeted me with a "good morning, sleepyhead" and a kiss on the lips. A cute joke, given it was almost nine at night. I stretched while she kept her arms around me and her head on my chest. I ran my fingers over her scalp and massaged it while giving her a few kisses on the forehead. She asked how I felt after my nap. I made a joke to see her reaction and told her I felt a little empty inside. She looked me in the eyes and giggled. "Like your stomach is empty and you're hungry?" she said with a smile. I looked at her, laughed, and said yeah, exactly like that. She patted my stomach a few times and said: "Let's see what's in the fridge." The evening carried on without another word about what had happened, and thinking about it was turning me on all over again. What I didn't know then was that this was going to be a turning point in our relationship, after which the word "prude" would never be used to describe Paula again.