Curvaceous classmate

The student group didn't have as many students as the others, and most of them were girls. Of course, this couldn't help but please the young men, but the girls, of course, not so much. Although, however, the male and female students didn't really communicate much with each other; at least, it was hard to say the group was particularly close-knit. Some lived in the dormitory, others at home. Alexey preferred to copy a significant portion of his assignments from others rather than do them himself, as did most of his friends.

The girls, on the other hand, had a more serious attitude towards their studies, and most of them were from other cities and lived in the dormitory.

The time for submitting term papers was approaching, and the student decided to devote a little time to his studies—he needed to submit one important term paper, and do it as quickly as possible. Among the group, several girls stood out for their diligence in their studies, and he could ask them for at least the drafts of their written work. He needed to go to the dormitory.

In the evening, he called a female classmate. In response, there were long beeps—no one was picking up. Finally, after several attempts to get through, she answered the phone.

— Yes, come over," she said in response to his question about whether he could come and if she was even in the dormitory.

The young man quickly got ready and headed towards the dormitories. It wasn't far to walk. The path passed by small old houses and courtyards where trees grew that were taller than the houses themselves. Spring was in full swing outside, and the mood was not a working one. Dasha stood out from the crowd of other girls with her figure, or rather...

Well, firstly, she was quite tall, and secondly, she wasn't particularly slender. But at the same time, she had a rather pronounced figure. She was always surrounded by her girlfriends, who quite openly either pressed against her or hugged her, which gave the young men reason to talk all sorts of nonsense among themselves.

On the way, Alexey bought a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates—in any case, it would have been somehow not good to come empty-handed. Soon he approached the dormitory building, showed his student ID at the front desk, and began climbing the stairs. After going up, he called on the phone and said he had arrived. Then he stopped on the landing and started looking down the corridor. Soon one of the doors opened slightly, and he hurried towards it.

He approached the slightly open door and entered the hallway of the room. Dasha met him in the hallway.

She was wearing some kind of pink bathrobe that didn't hide her large bare legs.

— Come in," she said. "I'll show you the drafts now, you can choose what you need.

— Where is everyone else?" Alexey asked. Other girls lived in the dorm room; he didn't know exactly how many, one or two. The guest handed over the bag, taking out the box of chocolates and the wine. The hostess put the bottle on the table, which was apparently the kitchen table, and immediately opened the box and began examining the chocolates with delight, trying one of them.

— The girls went home for the weekend, and I'm leaving tomorrow," she said somewhat languidly. Meanwhile, she had already sat down on the sofa, tucking her legs under herself. A stack of papers lay next to her. Alexey sat down next to the papers and began looking through them.

— It won't be a problem if I copy part of this, will it? When I submit it, you'll have already submitted yours, and the professor won't say anything to you about the papers being similar," he inquired.

— I don't think it'll be a problem," she said. "There's a lot of the same stuff in term papers anyway, a lot is copied from books," she continued reasoning.

Alexey looked up from the papers and glanced at the girl. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs tucked under her. The robe clung to her body and was rumpled. She threw one arm behind her head and lazily tousled her dark hair. Her arms were long and full, like her legs, and the curves of her body were quite tempting and expressive—with her height, her considerable weight didn't spoil her figure but emphasized it, although this can happen with petite girls too. Dasha continued talking thoughtfully, while the fingers of her other hand rested on her armpit, as if she wanted to scratch it.

Maybe it really itches. Although it's somehow not quite proper, thought Alexey—or maybe she just placed her fingers there out of some habit.

She sat like that, thoughtfully continuing to talk. Well, some people scratch their heads when they're thinking, ran through the young man's mind. Meanwhile, his cock pressed against his trousers with considerable force. All this despite the fact that he had been courting another girl for several months, one who didn't study in their group or even at their university and was completely unlike Dasha sitting in front of him.

Dasha is certainly great, he thought—she agreed to provide her term paper like this, even if it's a draft, but she's kind of strange. Of course, you can't call a girl a lesbian just because her girlfriends sometimes hug her, but still, she's strange, mused Alexey, feeling that his cock was hardly interested in any of this.

— Don't you want to have some wine?" he said, trying to distract himself a little.

Suddenly the sofa sagged—the girl sat down right next to him, her expression somewhat carefree. In her hands, she held two glasses of wine. She handed one of them to the guy. He felt her full arm press against him so that his shoulder almost sank into it. He took the glass, they clinked glasses as is customary, and Dasha drank the wine, throwing her head back and raising her arm so that her voluptuous body, or rather her side, began to spill out from under the robe. Without the slightest embarrassment, she tucked her body back under the clothing and pretended to also be interested in what was written in the papers.

Alexey placed his hand on her delicate neck, throwing his arm over Dasha's head, and began stroking it. Then he tossed the papers aside and started kissing her neck, running his tongue over it. The girl's body shuddered, and she let out a slight moan. Then she raised her arm and wrapped it around him. He felt her warm, damp body through his shirt. Her bare legs lay on the sofa and slowly moved against each other.

Alexey slipped his hand under the robe and began running his fingers over her shoulder. Her skin was tender and soft. She wasn't wearing a bra. Dashenka moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed his other hand and energetically guided it between her legs. One of her legs was already raised and resting on the arm of the sofa. Lyokha felt warmth and wetness. As might be expected, the girl wasn't wearing panties, if you could even call them that given the hostess's size. Her pussy turned out to be unshaven, or at least not shaved recently. Alexey began moving his fingers and felt a copious fluid starting to flow. Dashka, in turn, smeared it over her legs, which she also managed to knead.

— I love it when my little legs smell," she murmured in a half-whisper, most likely saying it just to arouse herself. Even earlier, when Alexey was just sitting on the sofa looking through the papers, he had noticed that the girl sitting next to him smelled of sweat. At the institute, he hadn't noticed anything like that, but at home, apparently, Dasha neglected such products. Now he saw that the robe, or rather parts of it at the sides, was clearly wet—the girl was sweating heavily, even though it wasn't particularly hot in the room.

Somehow imperceptibly, they slid off the sofa right onto the floor, where a carpet was laid. Meanwhile, Alexey was kissing the girl's neck. Suddenly, she threw her arm behind her head again, turned her face towards it, and began licking it, opening her mouth wide and running her teeth over the delicate skin. She lightly pushed the guy, letting him understand that she wanted him to lie on the floor, which he did. Dashenka climbed on top of him, soaking him with her wetness. By that time, he had managed to take off his summer trousers, which were now lying nearby. She moved back and forth over his stomach a few times, then threw her arms back, causing her voluptuous sides to spill out of the robe's armholes again. Lyokha reached his hands towards her breasts and found large, aroused nipples. Meanwhile, the girl began pulling off her robe. First, her pale stomach appeared, then all her voluptuous body. Her skin was a delicate pink. She took one breast in her hand and brought it to her face. Her plump lips enveloped the nipple, and she sat like that for a while, swaying her head slightly. Then she

released the nipple, and the breast, swaying, fell back down.

Then she stood up and turned around, sitting back down on his stomach and, judging by the movements of her hands, began kissing her breast again, or rather holding her nipple in her mouth. At the same time, Alexey felt that the girl had started playing with his cock, which couldn't be left unattended. Near the young man's face was the girl's crotch. Before his eyes was her back, which moved and on which folds appeared and disappeared. Moreover, he could smell the scent coming from both her pussy and her feet. The girl's body moved, and he could feel the unshaven pussy rubbing against his chest, wetting it copiously. He could hear the girl's lips smacking as she held the nipple of one breast, then the other, in her mouth, while one hand, then the other, in which his cock was, moved energetically. All he could see was her back swaying.

Soon he came, apparently spraying onto her stomach. After that, she lay down so that his head ended up between her large, swaying legs. With difficulty, he freed his hand and slipped his fingers to her crotch, starting to masturbate her. It was quite uncomfortable to do so in that position. He tried to lift one of the girl's legs, and she understood what was wanted of her and got off him, then lay on her back next to him. She reached her hand towards the sofa where the robe lay and wiped her stomach with it, which indeed had semen on it, then offered the similarly soiled Alexey to wipe himself off as well, lying on top of him. He took the robe, wiped himself, and returned it to her. She tossed the robe aside and again began kissing her full arms. Alexey slipped his fingers into her slit and began slowly masturbating her, while with his other hand he kneaded her legs. From such kneading, she kept moaning, her body writhing on the carpet.

— Kiss my titty," she said.

He reached for her breast and soon held her nipple between his teeth, tickling it with his tongue. The girl's body shuddered with pleasure; a squelching sound could be heard between her legs. She herself, at that time, buried her face in her arm and, apparently, simply ran her lips over it. Then she said:

— Put a towel under me so the carpet doesn't get dirty." She reached her hand towards the sofa, where some small towel lay.

Then he looked at her face. The girl's eyes were closed, and her tongue kept trying to suck first one lip, then the other, into her mouth. Then Alexey carefully inserted his index finger into her mouth, pressing his thumb against her face, or rather her chin. He immediately felt her trying to suck his finger and inserted a second one through her full lips, running the first over her teeth. Then, as if holding her jaw with his fingers in her mouth and on her chin, he began gently moving it from side to side and felt her tongue start running over his fingers.

The fingers of his other hand were meanwhile in her slit, which continued to emit moisture. With his thumb, Alexey found her clitoris and ran over it several times. The girl's body began to tremble, and she soon pushed his fingers out of her mouth, then turned her face towards her armpit and tried to reach it with her tongue. This was difficult. She reached her hand towards Alexey and, as much as possible, wrapped it around his back, trying to lay him on top of her. He lay on her body, intending to kiss her neck.

— No, I want it lower, right here," she said somewhat capriciously and threw her other arm back strongly, again trying to reach her armpit with her tongue.

— I've heard there are different products or ointments, and the hair doesn't grow at all, you don't need to shave.

— I don't want to shave there, well, in winter when it's not visible, I leave a little so I can play," she replied.

The guy listened to all this and didn't answer—he hadn't really heard about such desires and inclinations in girls.

The towel, meanwhile, had apparently already become quite wet.

After some time, during which Alexey managed to come between her large breasts, both simply sprawled on the floor. After that, having rested a bit, they got up. Dasha picked up the wet towel and suddenly buried her face in it, then moved it away from her face, which had an ecstatic expression, and suddenly began rubbing her body with it, then crumpled it and stuffed it between her legs, as if trying to push it inside herself.

— Yes! Yes!" she moaned joyfully, then calmed down. Alexey watched everything happening with curiosity all this time.

— Let's go to the bathroom," she suddenly said cheerfully, grabbing his hand. "You're probably a bit messy too.

Soon they entered the bathroom, and she climbed into the bathtub, pulling Alexey along with her. He stood in the bathtub, while the girl turned on the shower, which was fixed above. Then she suddenly lay down and grabbed a bar of soap from the shelf and began running it over her voluptuous body.

— Look what happens here." She gave a little jerk, and an indecent sound was heard, then she repeated the same thing several more times.

— The girls at first thought I liked to fart in here, but then they figured it out. Once I was washing, and Natasha came in and stood here too and started washing.

— What?" asked Alexey, not knowing what to think.

— Well, she just got caught in the rain and, to avoid catching a cold, she needed to get into a warm bath right away, or under the shower.

After the bath, they headed back to the room. Alexey dried himself with a small towel and began gathering his clothes from the floor and sofa. Dasha sat down on the sofa and didn't intend to get dressed. Scattered sheets with the term paper drafts lay nearby. The guest got dressed, examined his slightly wrinkled trousers, and then said:

— Well, thanks for the term paper, by the way, we didn't finish the wine. Okay, I guess I'll get going." Dasha suddenly rose from the sofa and sat back down, covering the stack of sheets with her behind.

— I won't give them back," she said in a capricious voice. "Come tomorrow, then we'll see." She was most likely joking, but she portrayed a displeased, capricious expression convincingly. In principle, after such an adventure, he could be content with the fact that he would have to do the term paper himself, but as for meeting tomorrow—most students usually go home for the weekend. And he wanted to meet.

— Aren't you going home?" he asked.

— Not this weekend, come tomorrow, otherwise when the girls come back, I'll have to arrange with them to go out. Try to take the term paper," she laughed joyfully and made some movement, slightly spreading and closing her legs.

So she really might pull the sheets into her ass, thought Alexey, which suddenly made him laugh unexpectedly.

Dashenka, meanwhile, threw her arms behind her head again and again spread and closed her buttocks. Alexey walked over to her and pushed her onto her side. She laughed and threw a pillow at him. Most of the sheets were lying on the sofa, only they were crumpled, and some had stuck to the girl's voluptuous body, or rather to her behind.

"Now we need to get them out," Alexey said through laughter, sitting down next to her and starting to peel off the crumpled sheets and stack them in a pile. Getting them out, of course, wasn't necessary—they had just stuck. Soon he gathered all the sheets and put them in a folder. After that, Dasha put on another robe