A Pleasant Ride

The story I'm about to tell involves me, a hot college girl, and another hot college girl who's not hot. I went to college at 18, no girlfriend, no commitments, willing to enjoy life for the next five years, and there, between hot, chubby, pillowcase women, filé-mignon women, married women, single women, serious women, naughty women, smart women, dumb women, and so many other types, I met Annie. But her sweetness, her gentleness, her intelligence, her good heart soon won me over. I began to treat her like a queen, she really is a queen. Until one day I mustered up the courage to declare my feelings for her, hoping to be reciprocated and to live a great love. At that time I no longer cared for the courtship I sought in college, I only wanted her love. Unfortunately, to my misfortune, Annie was not in love with me. I still remember the sweet words she used to explain to me that she did not want to date me: I love you very much, but I love you as if you were my brother, and I know that must hurt you very much, but unfortunately, that's the way it is. I was forced by circumstances to be only friends with Annie, which made me suffer greatly, although the fact that I was always close to her served as a form of consolation. When I was in my third year of college, and I thought that my sexual and love life in college was going to be nothing special, Izabelly came on the scene. The second hottest girl in the room: bulky, beautiful breasts, succulent ass. Half short, but full of flesh. A real princess. That woman who made me clap my hands by imagining the shape of her bouquet and her moans with me on that little body. I didn't think I had a chance, though, because Izabelly had a boyfriend, a boyfriend who owned a car, and I had nothing but a 125-cylinder motorcycle, and she clearly treated me like a mutual friend, and when she asked me to give her a ride to college every day, I was just happy to know that I would have that hot body next to mine for a few moments. Everything went on without much excitement, just handshakes. Until one day, at the end of the school term, almost a year after I began to ride with me, Izabelly showed a different behavior. On the way home, around 22:00, she grabbed my waist, something she had never done before, until then she grabbed religiously on the hood of the motorcycle. When I felt those warm hands on my belly I already started to get excited, it was very reserved. So she began to ask me questions that she did not usually ask, such as, for example, if I had a girlfriend in the city where my family lived. That's when I began to notice her interest. When I arrived at the apartment where I lived with two friends, she asked me to go up and stay with her for a while, because she was afraid to see that her friends had traveled. I realized that something was very good to come here. I said yes, very politely, and as we walked in, she turned on the TV and asked if I wouldn't mind being alone while she took a shower. She went to take a shower, and a little while later she called me and told me to bring some clothes that she had "forgotten on the bed". I took the clothes and called her to the bathroom door, and she opened the door and the towel dropped "accidentally". I turned my face, but I recorded that beautiful picture. I apologized, making a fool of myself. She said, don't worry, relax, you can look now. I had lifted the towel up, but it was in a kind of crazy way. I made a laughing face. Then she spoke: what was it, because she's looking at me with that face. I could see in her face a look of naivety that I had never seen before. I said, "That's funny, and you're beautiful". She said, "Am I?" I said, "You're very beautiful, with all due respect, a boner". She dropped the towel slowly and said, "Then you can appreciate". She spoke, you can get as close as you want. Logically, I approached slowly, I began to kiss her slowly, on the neck, on the face, on the mouth and she was already taking off my clothes. My dick was already hard as stone. To my surprise, that modest girl began to make the most delicious kiss I have ever experienced in my life. I enjoyed her breasts. After I made fun of her, I took Izabelly to bed and I sucked her whole body, her pussy, her ass, as she mocked me, after all kinds of shenanigans, I put a condom in and I fucked Izabelly in various positions, as much as I enjoyed it, as I approached my roll of her beautiful ass she retreated saying: Not there, it's still intact. You'll have to give me many more rides to be able to fuck him. Even if I don't eat that cuisine, it was worth it, and how it was worth it. We had so much fun that, even though we were both in math class, we were not able to count. And who knows one of these days Izabelly is alone again and asks me to come up, to lessen her fear. That cuisine that waits for me, or better wait for my cock.