Welcome to the 1st account of my sexual life where I recount erotic situations that did not materialize as there is already enough about the other things.
As you will see, I studied medicine like many others in a traditional university, like everyone had several classmates and classmate girls, among whom one without a doubt was not inconspicuous.
A brunette with a very sensual body, black eyes with a strong and provocative gaze, white skin and dark hair as deep as her eyes. Very slender with an enviable waist and suitable breasts for her slim figure that showed no complexes and exceptional legs and bum.
Beyond her beautiful figure, she was an uninhibited woman, with many convictions and few words, and perhaps that's what heats us men up the most. Her impudence.
But I was always a man who didn't lack a partner and to vary I had mine, a psychology student with an impeccable figure, large breasts, unforgettable sexuality without taboos and curiosity for exploration which I saw in few women today.
In short, as the years went by we became more intimate, good friends, we would look for each other to study and take different subjects, to such an extent that we studied together in the summer to pass pending subjects. I remember that at that time my girlfriend already manifested important jealousy towards this girl and perhaps with justifiable reason since despite my effort to make them know each other and be friends their respective characters made it impossible.
Several times we got together at home or hers to study alone and chat, working together until late, and she, with the confidence of several years, was provocative, sat securely on me, hugged me without taboos, and sometimes I think it was to extinguish something that couldn't be shared.
I remember a day coming home to a modern and large room divided by a type of dresser from the bedroom. Presenting myself with a white almost transparent sheet with a thong. very small and white that framed the perfect roundness of her backside. She was sweating and wore a quite low-cut shirt that also hinted at her flat stomach.
I invited her to take something to drink because it was getting hot and she had just arrived from the street; she sat down and drank with great tranquility, telling me about that odyssey and how stressed she was due to an upcoming exam.
We studied as always, but with a slightly changed gaze, when I could feel her warm breath reaching my ear, almost panting, while looking at her moist and smooth skin. I imagined how it would be to run my lips over every contour of her figure, describing each feature of her body, listening to the varying intensity of her breathing, seeing those prominent breasts up close and sinking into them.
Until I had to bore her a bit with the topic and she, typical of herself, says she's tired and decides to take off without asking permission on my bed, embracing the pillow mouth down, exposing all her virtues and falling into a deep sleep.
I remember the terrible emotional conflict that situation caused me; she lying on my bed so perfect and beautiful, soft and warm, exuberant with lust, knowing in my interior that if I approached her tenderly, firmly, and passionately, it would have been unforgettable. But what could I say? I was a man living in a couple, faithful, and perhaps that's what she liked about me; how could I disappoint that image of mine? How could I disappoint her friendship since everyone wanted her for something more?
It must be because of all this that we were so united, a forbidden love, desire mitigated by prejudices, lust contained because they'll say. Perhaps only a platonic love...
What would you have done?
Men and women, give your opinions.
As you will see, I studied medicine like many others in a traditional university, like everyone had several classmates and classmate girls, among whom one without a doubt was not inconspicuous.
A brunette with a very sensual body, black eyes with a strong and provocative gaze, white skin and dark hair as deep as her eyes. Very slender with an enviable waist and suitable breasts for her slim figure that showed no complexes and exceptional legs and bum.
Beyond her beautiful figure, she was an uninhibited woman, with many convictions and few words, and perhaps that's what heats us men up the most. Her impudence.
But I was always a man who didn't lack a partner and to vary I had mine, a psychology student with an impeccable figure, large breasts, unforgettable sexuality without taboos and curiosity for exploration which I saw in few women today.
In short, as the years went by we became more intimate, good friends, we would look for each other to study and take different subjects, to such an extent that we studied together in the summer to pass pending subjects. I remember that at that time my girlfriend already manifested important jealousy towards this girl and perhaps with justifiable reason since despite my effort to make them know each other and be friends their respective characters made it impossible.
Several times we got together at home or hers to study alone and chat, working together until late, and she, with the confidence of several years, was provocative, sat securely on me, hugged me without taboos, and sometimes I think it was to extinguish something that couldn't be shared.
I remember a day coming home to a modern and large room divided by a type of dresser from the bedroom. Presenting myself with a white almost transparent sheet with a thong. very small and white that framed the perfect roundness of her backside. She was sweating and wore a quite low-cut shirt that also hinted at her flat stomach.
I invited her to take something to drink because it was getting hot and she had just arrived from the street; she sat down and drank with great tranquility, telling me about that odyssey and how stressed she was due to an upcoming exam.
We studied as always, but with a slightly changed gaze, when I could feel her warm breath reaching my ear, almost panting, while looking at her moist and smooth skin. I imagined how it would be to run my lips over every contour of her figure, describing each feature of her body, listening to the varying intensity of her breathing, seeing those prominent breasts up close and sinking into them.
Until I had to bore her a bit with the topic and she, typical of herself, says she's tired and decides to take off without asking permission on my bed, embracing the pillow mouth down, exposing all her virtues and falling into a deep sleep.
I remember the terrible emotional conflict that situation caused me; she lying on my bed so perfect and beautiful, soft and warm, exuberant with lust, knowing in my interior that if I approached her tenderly, firmly, and passionately, it would have been unforgettable. But what could I say? I was a man living in a couple, faithful, and perhaps that's what she liked about me; how could I disappoint that image of mine? How could I disappoint her friendship since everyone wanted her for something more?
It must be because of all this that we were so united, a forbidden love, desire mitigated by prejudices, lust contained because they'll say. Perhaps only a platonic love...
What would you have done?
Men and women, give your opinions.
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