Hop Pub Sex (4)
When you think "innocent beauty," there's a classic image that pops right into your head, right? Black straight hair, porcelain skin, big doe eyes like a deer's, soft pink lips curved in a thoughtful little smile. A face with that natural pink flush that shines even without heavy makeup. Not some stacked bombshell, but a slim, delicate figure. That's probably the go-to pure, innocent vibe most guys picture.
I figured the same. Pink lips, slim body—textbook innocent! But scanning my department at uni, I thought, No one here fits perfectly. Sure, it's a typical college department, so maybe my tastes are just too picky. Not like there's a goddess who'd match every single trait anyway. They don't exactly show up in person.
Instead of hunting for a perfect match, I started eyeing the ones who came closest, looking around one by one. Face just needs to be my type—long straight hair, slender build. That should do it. No perfect fits among the girls here, but the junior staring back at me was the nearest thing.
Hard to say if her eyes were exactly doe-like, but overall, she was pretty in a cute way. Slim without much meat on her bones, and crucially, that long straight hair. Black hair would've been ideal, but this flashy blonde will have to do. The color alone pulls her a bit from pure innocence, but beggars can't be choosers right now.
I sidled up, and she tensed up immediately. "Wh-what are you doing over here…?"
"Y'know, you look kinda familiar. Weren't you at that drinking party before?"
Up close like this, it clicked. Back at that gathering, when the thugs were trash-talking me, she was one of the girls in the back snickering with her friends.
Sure, probably every girl there laughed at me, but still. "You were hiding behind those thugs, mocking me, right?"
"N-no… that's not…"
Her awkward voice and stutter weren't just nerves. I could tell from before I called her out—the way she was trembling now felt totally different.
"Don't lie. I've got a damn good memory, especially for assholes who shit-talk me." I stepped closer, tilting her chin up to meet my eyes.
"S-sorry… I was wrong…"
Acting innocent at first, now coming clean. Even a college kid knows when to fold, but hiding it until I pointed it out? Plenty of reason for punishment there.
"Alright then, let's check out those tits of yours."
I undid the buttons on her blouse. I half-expected her to scream like some other girls, but surprisingly, she stayed quiet. Smart move—her eyes squeezed shut, biting her lip like she'd braced for it. If she'd yelled, I'd have gone rougher.
"Kinda small, huh?"
Innocent types don't flaunt big racks anyway. I'm a tit man at heart, but every now and then, devouring a flat-chested girl like this hits different.
"Don't just bite your lip—let out some moans. That's what makes it fun."
I teased her dusky pink nipples with my fingers. "Nngh…"
Was she thinking I'd stop if she held back? Or just embarrassed? Either way, she was trying hard to stifle it. Cute effort from the junior.
But no way I'd let that slide. I pulled my fingers away and brought my lips to her nipple. "Haah… no… don't…"
She let out a small whimper, her face twisting in that pitiful "nooo" expression. Watching it made my dick twitch hard.
"Yeah, that's more like it."
Grinning with glee, I sucked her nipple in—chuuup—then released, only to lash it with my tongue again right as she relaxed. If she could move freely, her legs would've given out by now.
"Haa… ngh…"
Her moans were getting rougher; even from her tiny tits, I could tell she was feeling good.
"Please… stop…"
Of course, I didn't expect her to melt into pleasure that fast. After tormenting her nipples a few more times, I let go with a sigh.
Her tensed muscles loosened a bit. "You think that's the end?"
I didn't even like how relieved she looked—time to ramp up the tension again. I hiked up her short skirt and ripped the stockings clinging to her thighs.
The flesh-colored stockings tore wide, revealing the white panties underneath.
"Damn, you're soaked already."
The wet spot from her juices had spread huge from the center—she was super sensitive.
"Rubbing over the panties feels pretty damn good too."
I pressed my ready-to-go dick against her panties and ground slowly. "Haa… nng…"
The soft fabric of women's panties wrapping my shaft felt amazing. I rubbed teasingly, poking at her hole now and then before pulling back.
"Can't play around anymore. Time for the real thing."