My Story with My Fashionable Female Classmate

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As young men in their prime, with boundless energy, they have specific standards when searching for prey. Girls
are abstracted into several concrete indicators in their eyes: height, tenderness, fineness, curves, and so on, as well as
indicators of malleability and manipulability. However, everyone's focus of appreciation is different. Master Li Ao used thin, tall, fair,
elegant, and youthful to describe the perfect girl's body in his mind. I value a girl's curves more: curves can
connect all the beautiful organs of this special animal, turning her into a complete beauty. Breasts:
clothes are raised straight by a pair of high, perky breasts, looking like a round dome supporting soft,
clean clothes with a girl's unique fragrance. Breasts are the first key point to attack a woman; the attack on the breasts
determines the success or failure of this physical invasion. Waist: the most beautiful curve of a woman; practicing waist exercises is a woman's basic skill,
allowing for various movements. Only by holding a woman's slender waist can one completely control her and manipulate her at will
. Her buttocks are self-evident; below that lies the ultimate goal for men: to control her, and then to enter her.
A beautiful woman who turns heads on the street during the day, a woman who can steal your soul with a wink after removing her sunglasses—a woman who
makes you nervous even just looking at her normally—now has her body completely yours, allowing you to freely insert your penis into her
pink, tender vagina. The pleasure of having sex with a beautiful woman is God's greatest gift to men. All your fantasies about her
are unleashed at this moment, no matter how much she screams, you don't slow down, fucking her until the flood of desire bursts forth!

One of my female classmates perfectly fits the above criteria; all the boys in the class like to talk to her. She's
definitely a top-tier beauty, partly because she dresses well and is fashionable. She's generous, lively,
and gets along well with many people. I, however, am an exception. We're not very familiar with each other, and it's difficult to take things further. Every time I look at her
, I secretly touch my penis; she gives me a surge of desire. She's so beautiful, a rare gem, that people are afraid
to approach her . But I figured she must have a vagina inside her panties too. If I spread it open, I
'd opening, and I knew she'd moan and cling to my penis. So I devised a plan. She
usually sat in a seat in her elective class, between the walls. So, before class, I sat down next to her,
so she'd sit between me and the wall when she arrived. Honestly, I was very nervous. I didn't know if she'd realize my
ulterior motives. After all, beautiful women have a lot of experience with this kind of thing. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't bear to. I felt bad
for my penis, and I felt bad for letting me be a man and have the right to play with women. I decided not to leave,
even though my heart was pounding. After a while, she arrived. She had long, wavy, coffee-brown hair with
bangs framing her face. A white, tight-fitting tank top accentuated her already large breasts, revealing the black bra
straps. She wore a short blue denim skirt with trendy black stockings, perfectly concealing her slender
legs . A pair of open-toed high-heeled sandals were the perfect finishing touch.

She paused for a moment when she saw me. I was a classmate, but not someone she knew well, and I was occupying her seat—the chair probably still
smelled of her bottom. She looked around, preparing to choose another seat. I jumped up and said, "You've been sitting here
? I haven't been in class much and didn't know." She was a warm person: "It's okay, you sit here." I put my arm around her
waist and said, "You sit inside, let's chat." She readily went in beside me. I thought,
if she could go in through me, when would I be able to go in through her? I kept trying to find topics to talk about to get to know her better.
She was very outgoing and quickly found a way to connect with me. But time was running out; class was about to end. Although I'd managed to hook up with her
, there was still a long road ahead, and I didn't want to waste this opportunity for close contact. I
started making my moves, first spreading my arms behind our backs, making it seem like she was in my arms. Then,
under the guise chatting, I gently patted her back. After a few times, she got used to my little actions, and her natural wariness
lessened considerably. I then whispered to her to get closer, my hand naturally resting on her waist,
adding a gentle caress. This beautiful girl—I'd masturbated to her photos before—I was finally touching her
body.

I was overjoyed, almost in a tipsy state, casting
aside all the rules and pride of real life. I gradually tightened my embrace, and we almost kissed. She realized it too,
letting out an unconscious "Ah!" The sound reached my ears, and my mind conjured up
images . I couldn't suppress my physical urges, holding her tighter and tighter, my hands moving upwards from her waist. I stopped below her chest
, then suddenly pulled her close and kissed the corner of her mouth. She was startled, but I
calmly said, "You're so beautiful. I've liked you for a long time." She rarely hesitated, saying she already had a boyfriend.
This didn't bother me at all. A boyfriend can't lock up your body! Such a beautiful face and a star-like
figure— isn't it a waste to have one man as your sole possession? I said insincerely, "I can wait for you, and you can stop
loving me, but my love is something you can't control, and even I can't control myself." She looked at me, speechless for a moment,
seemingly mixed with emotion. I took her hand; she didn't resist, perhaps not wanting to hurt me a second time
.

She stopped looking at me, leaving her arm for me to caress. I began to stroke her lower abdomen; her flat stomach, accentuated by her tight
tank top, presented a captivating curve. I continued to caress her, and she didn't stop me. Until I lifted her
milky-white tank top, intending to directly taste her glistening skin, she stopped me, saying, "Don't do that." I pulled my hand back, and at the same time,
the hand holding her suddenly tightened, reaching up to grasp her breast. Because of class, she couldn't resist too much, so
she could only move the hand that had been blocking me to her breast, wanting to free her from my grasp. My other hand
then easily slipped inside her vest, stroking her lower abdomen rapidly upwards, finding the black lace bra that had
been stored for so long—just as I imagined! She became a little anxious, afraid of being seen, and could only
cling tightly to me, already leaning on my shoulder. I had breached her outer garment, and now there was no obstacle at all;
she seemed to have resigned herself to her fate. The bra felt so good; I kneaded and squeezed it for a minute before finally entering
, savoring the real, mature, proud breasts of a girl. Her nipples were already erect, and I pulled her closer, my other
hand also entering at the same time, both hands kneading the soft, white breasts of this girl I had fantasized about. The soft breasts kept
swaying; I couldn't wait to devour them all.

Under the cover of one arm, I unhooked her black lace bra, then removed the straps,
taking out the two bra panels that clung tightly to her fair breasts, showcasing her alluring peaks, and stuffing them into my underwear
, letting my little brother share in her proud breasts. Next, I unzipped her mini denim skirt. She began to resist but
dared not exert too much force, half-heartedly giving in. I penetrated her underwear, finding a patch of thick pubic hair, finally reaching
the "vulva" of this beautiful young woman. I found her vulva, the pink and tender opening I had imagined, and without hesitation,
inserted two fingers. It was already soaking wet, I could feel it even on her underwear. Her breathing became heavier, and the familiar, faint "ah" sound
from before . I became even more excited, thrusting in and out, exploring her G-spot. She
was completely limp on top of me. I put her small hand inside my underwear, letting it soothe my
erect penis, which was surrounded by her bra. She lay on top of me, eyes closed, her tender hand gripping my penis, rubbing it up and down against my foreskin.
It felt so good, a beautiful woman was serving me! She tried to stop several times, but I refused. She could only keep caressing my penis
until I ejaculated my warm semen onto her hand. I held her slender hand and my magnificent penis tightly
together for five minutes before letting her go.

A while later, class ended, and I offered to walk her back to her dorm. She wasn't wearing a bra, and with a guy protecting her, it wouldn't be easily
noticed, so she agreed. Along the way, her full breasts, unprotected by a bra,
looked Her two cute breasts bounced rhythmically up and down, and occasionally, you could see her slightly protruding
nipples. She was wearing a tank top, and I could clearly see the movement of her breasts through it; her pink areolas were even more
adorable and alluring.

No one was in her dorm. I apologized for my impulsiveness, attributing it to my love for her.
She didn't completely forgive me and still chatted with me for a while. She went to take a shower, and without the pretty girl around, I finally had
time to properly observe the dorm rooms where the beauties lived. I heard there was another beauty in her dorm, supposedly 171cm tall. There were photos of people on
the wardrobes , and I found one of a very tall girl with long, slender legs, wearing skinny jeans
and brown boots, and a long women's top that almost reached her knees. Opening the wardrobe door, I saw the brown boots from the photo.
I held them to my nose to examine them closely, and noticed that the boots the girl was wearing all had a fragrance, not
perfume , but more like a natural body scent. I wanted to put my feet in, but I couldn't. This tall beauty
had small feet; she had all the advantages, but none of the disadvantages. God is so unfair. I continued looking for her clothes:
tank tops, black undershirts that showed off her entire pink neck so she could wear her favorite accessories, tube tops,
tights, and cute t-shirts. Then I saw a short leather jacket. The leather was soft and smooth to the touch; it must
have cost over a thousand yuan. Girls these days are really rich. Pretty girls are willing to spend money on dressing up. Of course, those
beautifully dressed women certainly have a strong allure for me. Walking down the street, I kept stopping to admire all sorts of beautiful women,
imagining how to peel away their fashionable clothes, to
possess , to make them unable to resist in bed, forced to sway their bodies that many men covet, emitting
moans of pleasure.

A moment later, her bra and panties finally appeared before my eyes. I grabbed the panties and frantically licked them, hoping there would be
some left so I could get a deeper understanding of her body. There were a few traces of blood on the panties. This
body, perfectly suited to be a model, walking around in lingerie, was menstruating, ready to be vigorously penetrated by a man, and then to give
birth to a baby. "Then give me one," I thought. "I'll fuck you every day, until you die." She had many bras,
most of them half-cups, probably to accentuate her firm breasts. Judging by her bra size, she's probably a small B, not
as big as the class beauty I just had sex with. That girl
's breasts were absolutely gorgeous; even if I couldn't have them, I'd still want to touch them enough. This tall beauty is a bit less impressive. Looking at the photo, I imagine
what it would feel like to pull down her jeans and gradually reveal her slender thighs, spread her legs apart! I'd regret it if I didn't get her!

My classmate came back from the shower and was surprised to see me still there. I asked her what her roommates' majors were
, and she told me. I said I had to go, and she offered to walk me home. I suddenly turned around and kissed her hard on the lips, prying open her
pearly white teeth, and we started a passionate kiss. After a minute of kissing, I left, and she kept her head down, not looking at me. I wonder if
she felt bad for her boyfriend.

I immediately went online to check the course schedules for each major and finally found a day when all majors had classes except for that
tall beauty. I thought I'd skip class that day and try
my luck; if she turned out to be one of the more powerful girls, there was nothing I could do. Time always seems to drag on while waiting, and finally, that day arrived. I went to her dorm, and as I expected,
she was alone. She asked me what I wanted. I said I just wanted to check out her body, how her breasts were, how big they were, and
how her figure must have been with many men. I asked if her vagina was still tight. I said that with a beauty like her, men must
have lined up to play with her, perhaps even three or more men at the same time. I slapped myself in the face; of course,
I couldn't say that, at least not yet. My principle is practicality; I don't care how I got her, as long as I succeeded
. Actually, I looked at her for a long time without saying anything. She was as beautiful as in the photos, but
you couldn't tell from the photos how fair-skinned she was. Her fair face had black eyeshadow and long eyelashes, making her very
expressive. I almost dared not look directly at her. Today, she was wearing a loose white top with a deep V-neck, almost exposing her entire beautiful back, and also
revealing a black strapless bra—just a wide strip without bra straps. That kind of bra is so sexy.
She was still wearing skinny jeans and long boots. A woman's love of beauty is innate, expressed at all times and in all places, especially
for this woman in her prime; her hormones must be surging.

After a moment of stunned silence, I said I was looking for my classmate who was in class. I had already expected her to say she was in class
, so I just waited there. What surprised me was that the sounds that came out of her mouth completely captivated
me. Her magnetic, feminine voice was beautiful and melodious. I wanted to chat with her forever, just listen to her
voice. But I was even more curious about what would happen if such a voice were used for moaning in bed—would it make a man
ejaculate instantly? I started trying to chat with her, but she was clearly not a talkative person, a bit like a model with
a cool demeanor. There was no physical attraction, and no vocal appeal. I wanted to tease her; class was over soon.
I talked to her about women's clothing, and she replied briefly. I then smoothly shifted the topic to the day I rummaged through her wardrobe.
She came upstairs and said she saw a lot of clothes, including underwear, pointing out which were designer brands and which were fashionable. She immediately perked up and
started chatting with me, subtly probing what I had seen and what I was going to do with her clothes. I
took out the blood-stained panties from my bag and waved them in front of her. She immediately tensed up and tried to close the door, asking me for the
panties. I handed them to her, and she was surprised that I would give them to her. She quickly put the panties in the closet, and I
grabbed , holding her slender waist tightly. She asked me anxiously what I was doing. I continued, "There's
menstrual blood and my semen mixed in here. You can keep them, keep them close to your genitals, and
I want to change you into them now.

" She blushed, but since we were in the dorm, she scolded me, "Don't do this, this is school." I
held her waist and carried her from the front of the closet to the table, pressing her upper body against the table so that she was bent over with her
buttocks facing me, which allowed me to penetrate her from behind. The black strapless bra peeking out from the white V-neck behind
her was incredibly sexy. I quickly unhooked it, and since there were no straps, it slipped right down into her clothes. Her back was now
smooth and unobstructed. I reached inside the V-neck, caressing her fragrant back repeatedly, and prepared to move to the front to knead her
breasts, which had been hidden inside the bra, to check their size. Unexpectedly, she resisted fiercely like a virgin.
I released her and began to unzip her jeans—I'd unzipped many women's clothes,
but none of them had legs like those. I started my assault on her genitals, allowing her to stand upright from the table. As soon as she straightened up, the bra
I'd just unzipped peeked out from her loose clothes. She caught it in her hands, and I took the opportunity
to unbutton her jeans and unzip them. She lifted her hips forcefully, and I began to caress her bare breasts again
. My hand slipped inside her clothes, revealing her fleshy breasts. I frantically squeezed them, making her body sway wildly, pulling her
closer to me. She had her back to me, and I started rubbing her pert buttocks against my barely suppressed penis.
Her buttocks were incredibly effective; my penis was almost pointing skyward. She didn't want her buttocks to be used as a sexual
tool, constantly trying to avoid my penis, so we rubbed together. I could clearly feel it
protruding from my pants, pressing between her legs. My hand, gripping her breasts
, wouldn't let go, and she moaned softly from the pain. I felt like I was going to crush her breasts. I kept
kneading, and her hands gripped mine tightly. My hands were now filled with her smooth, high breasts,
and outside them were her slender, smooth hands. Her jeans were zipped up, the low-rise could not be pulled up,
revealing cute Mickey Mouse panties that clashed completely with her cool demeanor. On her feet were still those incredibly proud, high-top leather
boots that would make you feel inferior. I pulled down her jeans; her skinny legs weren't easy to pull off, but seeing her
thighs skin, the varying degrees of flesh, evenly covering her thighs, gave me endless motivation.
When I got to her knees, I couldn't pull them off any further because of her boots. I turned back, yanked her Mickey Mouse panties up to her knees,
unzipped my pants, and took out my irrepressible penis, inserting it between her legs from behind. She saw my
penis and tried to pull away, but she was basically restrained by her pants and could only let me do as I pleased. The moment my penis touched her vaginal opening,
it felt incredibly delicate, like the tenderness of a virgin. I continued thrusting, feeling the heat of her vagina, like a fire about to
erupt. I thrust in and out relentlessly, her cries growing louder and louder, her juices flowing more and more freely; I felt like I was
in a meat paste. I laid her down on the wooden floor, took off her boots and tossed them aside, then shoved
her socked feet directly into my mouth. Finally, I removed all her clothes, making her lie face down with her buttocks raised high towards my
mouth; she didn't resist much and complied. I began to tease her already hard clitoris with my tongue, and she screamed
continuously. I looked at her 171cm height lying on the ground, her waistline perfectly displayed, so
slender , so supple. I quickly found the bloodstained underwear and forced it onto her, pulling
it up forcefully until it became a strap that slipped into her vulva. She swayed her buttocks, moaning in her beautiful, melodious voice; she
was beyond aroused. I pulled her panties aside and thrust in again, pounding my way in. Ah, ah, ah, after
a long time I ejaculated inside her. I went over and stroked her now even more erect breasts, saying, "Give me a baby." She
was speechless. Class was about to end, and I had to hurry. I grabbed the black strapless bra and rushed out.

Later, she really did get pregnant, and she really did become my girlfriend. We both graduated and found good
jobs. She became a model—a cool, aloof model, a model who was incredibly caring towards her husband. A year later, we got
married because of her pregnancy. She was still beautiful, but I appreciated her inner beauty even more. I really like these kinds of campus stories, especially those with fashionable and alluring classmates.

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