The Nerd in the Classroom Part 9 Happy Hour

Nayara, in her role as class representative, was responsible for keeping the group of students informed. She sent regular updates, including the dates when classes would be canceled. Although she had a group of close friends, she was very sociable and participated in various events of the class. It was at one of these meetings, a happy hour, that she arranged her own. She did not even think that she would reach me, but she did. The other day, I was distracted playing Wild Rift in the classroom when Augusto (a colleague) came in, let out a sarcastic laugh, sat in the chair behind me, and with a wry smile said... - Are you fucking Nayara or something? - What are you talking about? - Yesterday she got drunk in the bar, as soon as I arrived she already started asking me about you brother she kissed that policeman in the room, started flirting with me and another brother who was there, had a bad time, gave work huh. - And you kept it? - Stop it, I don't take my partner's wife bro, but she dates fuck, be careful, man, this mine is no good. Every face, who sees her here in college does not even imagine that she is like this, hahaha sass! I stood there processing what he had said. Someone was inside my bidding with Nayara, but it was nothing more. If her boyfriend found out, it would be even good. I was fucking with her and wanted to give that guy a spore. Enough to be the second, I opened the doors of my apartment for her to sleep, for her to rest whenever she wanted and this is how she repayed me. Augusto was speaking enthusiastically, and suddenly Nayara appeared at the door of the room. Our eyes crossed and the tension took over the environment. Neither he nor I could hide the nervousness. I even disguised myself, looked at her and made a look of regret, stopped texting her during the day, which I always did. I waited eagerly for a message from her, but the silence lasted for three days. On Friday, the day she always came to visit me, she sent me a message at 18:00. - Should I go today? - If you want, you can come Yes, I'll be waiting for you At 6:30 p.m. sharp, she walked in, hair combed back, company shirt with the company logo, tight black trousers showing the curves, and fancy sneakers. She hugged me and gave me a kiss that seemed to have no end, and I responded to the kiss with the same intensity, because I loved every inch of that mouth and I loved being with her, and she knew that. - I'm so tired today, I think I'll take a shower, go find a movie for us to watch. - Beauty, while you're taking a bath I'll be warming up our food, I bought that Yakisoba you like. You're really cute, I was looking forward to seeing you. When she was in the shower she called me, said she had forgotten to pick up the towel, I brought the towel to her, when I opened the door the box was open, the water beating on her breasts, rushing through her body, forming a puddle on her feet with her red toes. My dick got hard as a rock in no time, I started watching her and she noticed. - Stop looking at me like that, I'm embarrassed. - With shame, like you stayed there in the bar? - Don't talk like that, I drank too much there, I wanted to have fun, you more than anyone know that my head is full. - Okay, I don't want to talk about it. Nayara, in her nerd way, loves a good horror movie, and knowing that, I picked "Invocation of Evil" on HBO, and I tipped our ranks, and when she came out of the shower, she was all excited, and she asked me what movie I had picked, and she was all excited when I gave her the answer. We finished dinner and went to the living room. She snuggled in my lap while we watched the movie. The atmosphere was so quiet and cozy that she soon fell asleep. Ten minutes later, I also fell asleep. With an hour or so of film rolling, I woke up feeling someone open my zipper, Nayara was with her head close to my lap, she was about to put my roll out of her underwear. She saw that I woke up and pretended that nothing was happening, began to give me a kiss right there, my dick grew in her mouth at the moment, the noise of her mouth and her saliva in contact with my dick excited me even more, I did not make any kind of affection to her, I just squeezed the sofa hard while she sucked me, she started slowly, then increased the pace, I held myself hard not to mock, even she asked me to give her a little. She must be heavy on the conscience. I wanted to fuck her, I was angry, she had to realize that she didn't need anyone else. As I was deluded, I pushed her calmly, and as soon as she got up I took off her sleeping shorts, she was just dressed in a Super Power Girls blouse. With the beaks of her breasts marking, she was with the headlights well lit. - Stay on the couch, let me see that hot rabbi She walked up to the back of the couch and leaned her head against it, and rested her knees in the middle of the couch with her buttocks fully up to me, her anus flashing and her pink, slightly hairy bouquet inviting me in. I put one foot on the floor, and the other on the sofa, I penetrated my roll that was pulsating and with the veins bursting in her pink pussy, The contrast of the colors of my black cock and her pink Xana made me very horny, I started to make movements back and forth without stopping, she began moaning softly, but soon I was almost crying in my roll, she asked me to put harder, she called me love and said that only my cock left her wet like that, all lies, but I pretended to believe. After we'd finished everything, we went to bed together, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that she was looking at me, and I asked, kind of awkwardly, - What is it? She looked worried and said: I know I'm letting you down, but you're so nice to me, and I can't get anything right. I tried to reassure her: We're just having fun, it's not serious. The conversation ended in a strange way. She became quiet and left without saying anything. The lack of the usual message made me worried, so I sent her a message. The cold response made me even more confused. I felt bad that I had hurt her, but I also felt that I needed a little more understanding from her. When I opened Facebook, I came across a request from the police officer who was with Nayara at that Happy Hour. I thought, "What a strange coincidence!" But then the card dropped: Nayara had prepared another one!