Jasmine was deep in concentration, her eyes glued to the textbook spread open in front of her when a knock on the door startled her. She let out a huff of annoyance, irritated at the interruption. She saved her work and closed the laptop before making her way to the door.
Standing in the hallway was a skinny white boy, looking just as out of place as she had felt during her first day on campus. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight of him. "Can I help you?" she asked, her tone laced with sarcasm.
The boy stuttered, his cheeks turning a bright red. "I-I'm new here. I was wondering if someone could show me around?"
Jasmine raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over him from head to toe. "You're in luck," she said, her tone softening slightly. "I can show you around, but I'm in the middle of something right now. Give me a few minutes to finish up."
She closed the door in his face, a smirk playing on her lips. She couldn't help but be intrigued by the shy boy. She finished up her work quickly, her mind wandering to the possibilities of what could happen.
When she opened the door again, the boy was still standing there, looking just as nervous as before. "Ready?" she asked, her tone playful.
He nodded, and she led him out of the room, her hips swaying as she walked. She couldn't help but notice the way he kept glancing at her chest, his eyes lingering on her curves. She decided to have some fun with him.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
He turned bright red, his eyes darting away from her. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered.
Jasmine laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Don't be sorry. I like the attention."
She continued to make suggestive comments as they walked, enjoying the way he became more and more flustered. By the time they made it back to her dorm room, he was visibly shaking.
She sat down on her bed, her legs crossed. She started to unbutton her shirt, her eyes locked on his. "Do you want to see more?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his eyes wide with desire. She leaned back, her shirt falling open to reveal her black lace bra. She could see the bulge in his pants, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. He responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. She moaned with pleasure, her body responding to his touch.
She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She ground her hips against him, feeling his hardness through his jeans. He started to unbutton her pants, his hands shaking.
She helped him, sliding her pants down her legs. She was wearing a black lace thong, and she could see the desire in his eyes. She leaned down, her lips tracing a path down his chest.
She started to unbutton his jeans, her hands eager to feel his skin. She pulled down his jeans, revealing his hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently.
He moaned, his hips thrusting upward. She leaned down, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. She started to suck him, her tongue swirling around the head.
He reached down, his hands tangled in her hair. She moaned, her mouth full of him. She started to move faster, her head bobbing up and down.
He came with a loud moan, his body shaking. She swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on his. She leaned back, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
"Welcome to college, freshman," she said, her tone playful.
He laughed, his cheeks turning red. "Thanks, I think."
Jasmine leaned down, her lips brushing against his again. "You're welcome," she whispered.
She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had taken control, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. She couldn't wait to see what the rest of the semester had in store.
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