My Steamy Story: A virgin girl named Rachel was gonna los...

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Okay so, bestie, let me spill the tea. The library was our main character energy spot, period. Jonathan and I, total nerds with our thick glasses and dog-eared copies of Dune, were finally finna do it. We were both virgins, but the sexual tension? High-key iconic. He pushed my glasses up my nose and was like, "Rachel, you're so gorgeous it makes my brain short-circuit." OOF.

I pulled him into the history aisle, my hands shaking as I unbuttoned my jeans. His dick was already hard against my thigh. I dropped to my knees, my mouth watering, and took his cock all the way down my throat. He gasped, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Your mouth feels so good," he moaned. After the blowjob, things got extra. I hiked up my skirt and guided him into my dripping wet pussy from behind, right between the stacks. The feeling of him filling me for the first time? Sheesh. I was so tight he actually groaned, "Fuck, Rachel." We switched it up on a study table—me on top, then him pounding my ass while I bit my lip to stay quiet. We got creative, AF. I squeezed his dick between my tits, my thighs, even my feet and my armpits while he watched, mesmerized. Every new position was a slay. When he finally came all over my stomach, whispering my name like a prayer, I knew our library trips would never be the same. No cap.