Joren woke up groggy. The dorm was quiet. Dale's bed was empty—probably off to class. A half-eaten granola bar sat on the desk, forgotten.
He rubbed his face, sat up slowly, and blinked at the light bleeding through the blinds. His phone was silent. No texts. No missed calls. Just a meme from Dale involving a raccoon and a traffic cone. He checked the time, 10:45 am.
He reached for his notebook, his thumb hovering over the cover.
Then came a knock.
Three soft taps.
Joren froze.
*Who could it be?*
He stood, his heart thudding, and opened the door.
It was Tasha.
She stood there in a blue shirt and a grey skirt, hair tied back, no makeup. Her eyes were steady, but her posture was unsure—like she'd rehearsed this moment and still didn't know what to say.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, voice low.
She shrugged. "I just wanted to chat. You know, to settle the awkwardness. Can i come in?"
He stepped aside. "Okay."
She walked in slowly, glancing around like she was remembering the room. She didn't sit. Just stood near Dale's desk, fingers brushing the edge.
Joren sat on his bed, legs stiff, hands clasped between his knees.
"Your roommate isn't here?" She asked, a curious expression on her face.
"He went out." Joren replied, his hands fiddling with his clothes.
"I'm sorry," he said. "About that night."
She waved it off. "No worries. It wasn't your fault."
He looked up, unsure if she was being kind or dismissive.
She smirked. "After all, you were just a virgin."
Joren laughed, but it came out tight. "Still am."
"Cute."
The silence that followed wasn't heavy—it was loaded. Like something was waiting to be said, or done, or undone.
She glanced at him. "Why didn't you reply to my text?"
Joren blinked. "I didn't know what to say."
"You could've said anything."
"I thought maybe you didn't really want to talk."
"If i didn't want to talk, i wouldn't be here right now." She replied, her gaze still on him.
A moment passed before Joren spoke up again. "So what did you want to talk about?"
Tasha didn't reply. Her gaze was no longer on him, and for a moment, she looked like she was contemplating. Then she moved.
She sat beside him on the bed, close but not touching. Joren's breath hitched. He tried not to look, but his eyes flicked down—just for a second—and caught the outline of her nipples, pebbled beneath the thin layer of her shirt.
No bra.
His chest tightened. He looked away quickly to avoid getting caught, his cheeks burning, but it was too late.She had already caught him.
"I know you're staring," she said.
"I wasn't—" he started, but his voice cracked.
"You can stare if you want."
He turned slowly, unsure if it was a trap or an invitation. Her eyes were calm, but her body language was shifting—closer, softer, deliberate.
"You're so tense." she said. "Why?"
Joren swallowed. He could feel himself beginning to respond to the closeness.
"It's just… everything feels too sudden."
"What about it?" She asked, her hand brushing against the growing bulge in his pants.
His muscles locked. His thoughts were scrambled.
"I want my close up," she said, voice low and husky.
"I still don't have protection," he said.
"I'm on the pill," she replied. "You don't have to worry."
He hesitated, his heart pounding, mind racing.
She tilted her head. "What are you hesitating about? You gonna let this chance pass you by?"
Her words sent a thrill through him. He didn't think. His thoughts were clouded by overwhelming need. Then he moved, leaning closer towards her
Upon seeing Joren's willingness, a triumphant and lustful grin spread over Tasha's face and she leaned in, fingers curling around his collar, and pulled him into a messy kiss.
It was warm, slow, and intentional. Tongue against tongue.
Joren melted into the kiss, his hands unsure of where to touch. Her fingers curled around his collar, pulling him closer until he could feel the soft curves of her breasts pressed against him. Her hand slid up his thigh, higher and higher, until it rested on the bulge in his pants, and Joren's breath caught. His heart was beating so loud he was sure she could hear it.
"Looks like someone's eager." Tasha whispered, her hand still resting on the bulge.
Joren's breath hitched again, his hips jerking forward.
She took off her shirt, her breasts now in full display, nipples pebbled, and guided his mouth to claim one nipple. The moment Joren's mouth made contact, Tasha let out a soft moan, her back arching.
" Haah... just like that." She gasped.
Joren didn't think. He just let go. She slipped her hand into his pants, wrapping her finger around his cock and started stroking it.
"You're so hard already" Tasha said, her voice breathless.
Joren moaned, the sound muffled by Tasha's soft mounds, his throat working visibly. It felt good, too good. "I'm close."
Tasha stopped stroking, a slight frown appeared on her face. "So soon?"
Joren remained quiet. He didn't want to say anything that would ruin the mood.
"Then we better get on to the main event."
Tasha said, and with that, she began undressing him, taking off his shirt, his pants, and finally, his boxers, his cock springing free. She tugged him back onto the bed gently, his back hitting it with a soft thud, and then she moved to straddle him with nothing but her skirt on, which had ridden up, revealing her pink pussy, glistening and dripping with need.
Joren's body tensed as she positioned his thick head at her entrance and sank down, inch by inch, his cock stretching her walls, until she was fully seated. Her walls were tight, warm and slippery. He could feel them twitch occasionally, gripping his cock tightly. He never expected it to be this good. The pleasure was almost too much for him to handle.
"Ahh... so thick... so deep..." Tasha moaned as she sank down onto his groin, her back arched. "You okay down there?"
"Yeah... I'm alright. A bit overwhelmed, but alright. " Joren said, his voice hoarse from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Good." Tasha began to move her hips slowly, letting Joren get used to the feeling. Her pussy clenching rhythmically as she feels every inch of him. Her juices dripping down his cock and onto the bed. Her breasts bouncing with every movement.
"It feels—so good—" She gasped, her mouth falling open in a silent moan as she felt his cock twitch inside her.
Joren cupped one of her breasts in his palms, kneading them with his fingers. His cock pulsed with each thrust, sending waves upon waves of pleasure through him.
Tasha picked up the pace, joren's cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her moans became louder and more desperate. "That's it... fuck me like you mean it... ruin me... my pussy is all yours... ah!"
Their bodies moved with desperate urgency, Tasha's pussy gripped joren's cock tightly, the pleasure sending him over the edge.
"I'm cumming!"
"Cum inside me! I want to feel your seed in my womb! Fill me up!" Tasha cried, her pace quickening.
Joren gripped her hips, and with a guttural moan, he trusted upwards, burying himself deep inside her, releasing his load in hot spurts. Tasha gasped, her back arching as she felt his hot cum filling her, her own orgasm crashing over her as she rides out the sensation.
She collapsed on his chest, and for a while, they both lay together on the bed, catching their breaths. Joren's cock, now softening, Tasha's well-used pussy, dripping with both their combined fluids.
"That was... wow," Tasha said, breathless. "You handled well for a virgin."
Joren's gaze was fixed on the ceiling, his heart still racing. He had just lost his virginity.