[Springtime Scenery on Campus] Author: Unknown

Campus Spring Scenery

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 8653 words

(Part 1)

"My goddess, don't go... don't go... we haven't..."

Paul woke up from his afternoon nap with a start. He found the sheets damp and sticky. "It was just a dream." He couldn't help but
feel regretful.

He was already twenty years old, but he had never had any real sexual experience. All his knowledge
came from adult magazines and adult movies. When it came to dealing with girls, he was really no good. Apart from playing the piano, he couldn't do
anything well. "Right, I need to go to the practice room now." He remembered that the music professor had told him
that he would be practicing with a girl named Sharon today. He looked at the clock; it was four o'clock in the afternoon. It was time to leave
.

When he arrived at the practice room, it seemed that his partner hadn't arrived yet. On a whim, he sat down at the piano and started playing.
This was his best way to relieve his depression. Only when he played could he forget all his unhappy things. He
played very attentively and didn't notice that someone had entered the room.

"Excuse me, are you Paul?"

Her voice interrupted him, causing him, who rarely made mistakes, to play a wrong chord. She smiled somewhat
embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry."

His throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't say anything. How foolish he was to lose his composure in front of such a
beautiful woman .

"Oh, yes, you're Sharon?"

"That's right." She nodded vigorously, her long, light black hair cascading over her
shoulders like waves. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted you. You played so well."

"Th-thank you," Paul replied, while sizing up the
beautiful girl, a vocal major in the music department, whom the professor had assigned to him.

She seemed a little uncomfortable under his gaze, her cheeks flushing like roses. He finally managed to
look away from her face, but then made an even bigger mistake: his eyes lingered on her chest. The
notebook, which she clutched tightly to her chest (what a lucky notebook!), couldn't conceal
the roundness and fullness of her breasts beneath her tight sweater.

"Well, so…" she tried to say something.

Paul struggled to look away from her, saying, "Oh, sorry…" and then fell silent.

Sharon shyly handed him the notebook: "These scores are for you to play while I sing."

Paul took the notebook, glanced at it briefly, then looked up at her: "So,
which one… would you like to sing first?"

"Hmm…" she took the notebook back, flipping through a few pages: "This one will do."

"Hmm… let me see, okay, I think I can play this piece."

He placed the notebook on the piano stand and nodded to her. Sharon stood by the piano, her hands supporting her stomach,
ready to begin. Her full breasts and her hands resting on her abdomen
formed , and Paul longed to bury his face in it. He struggled to pull his gaze
away from her and back to the sheet music.

When Sharon began to sing, Paul felt a warm current surge through him: her voice was as
beautiful as the rest of her!

For the next hour, they practiced two pieces.
Being so close to Sharon, such a voluptuous beauty, reminded Paul of Christine from *The Phantom of the Opera*, whose full breasts were as
powerful as her voice.

His fingers and her voice grew tired, so they decided to call it a day. If Paul were
a more energetic and proactive man, he would have invited Sharon to a movie or
dinner ; however, for a shy man like him, who only knew how to play the piano, simply walking a beautiful young woman
back to his dormitory next to the literature department was enough to excite him for the entire day.

She stood in the corridor in front of the dormitory, smiling sweetly and waving goodnight to him. He
left .

Paul quickly returned to his apartment, went straight to bed without even changing his clothes, and his mind was
filled with Sharon. He couldn't stop thinking about her; she was so beautiful, her smile so radiant, her breasts
so full, so firm, so round…

"I never imagined the professor would assign a Playboy cover girl to practice with me,"
he thought, a smile creeping across his face. He reached under the bed and pulled out an adult magazine, glanced at
the stunning picture of Pamela Anderson, and sighed, "I'm sorry, Pamela, but you've
been outshone."

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night thereafter, they practiced together, and he eagerly awaited
these nights. Each time, he wanted to muster the courage to ask her out, but he could never bring himself to speak. Her beauty
was like a powerful shield, impenetrable to a bookworm like himself.

'She could never like me,' he always thought.

One night, Paul was walking past his dorm when he saw Sharon in the corridor. Sharon smiled and waved to him
, "Hello!" She was wearing a dress that evening, the conservative cut cleverly
concealing her perfect curves. "It's so late!" Sharon said. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Oh, I'm visiting a friend," Paul said, pointing to a house in the distance. "I was on my
way home when I saw you. And you? Still out so late?"

"It's so cool tonight, and I can't sleep, so I came here to sit, read a book, and look at
the stars."

"What are you reading?" Paul asked, curious about the book on the bench.

Sharon giggled and tried to cover the title with her hand, but it was too late.

"I see, so it's those erotic novels? You like them?"

Sharon looked at him shyly, as if admitting a hidden sin: "I... I like to fantasize about
myself ... you know..."

"Hmm, would you like to come in and get something to drink? I can make hot chocolate, hmm... my favorite drink!"

She stood up, her full breasts bouncing, drawing Paul's gaze.

"Sure."

Inside, he carefully looked around her room; it was very tidy, unlike the
messy rooms of typical college students.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Hmm... the hot chocolate you mentioned sounds good."

"Great!" she said happily, "I'll have one too." She went into the kitchen, got the cups,
and started busying herself.

Paul sat on the sofa in the living room watching his beautiful new friend busy in the kitchen. He was glad she wasn't facing him directly
now , so he could boldly admire her beautiful figure and
face without her seeing him. She hummed a song as she poured hot water.

Soon she brought out two cups of hot chocolate, gave one to Paul, and then sat down
next to , crossing her legs. 'If only her clothes were a little shorter!' Paul thought.

At first they were discussing the recent practice sessions, what could be improved, and which new pieces to choose, but
after a while they seemed to run out of things to say. They just sat there, drinking their hot chocolate.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she suddenly asked.

"Hmm... no, not now. I've dated a few before, but they weren't my
type."

"Why?" she looked at him seriously.

"Um...they're all nice, but..."

"But what?"

Now it was Paul's turn to be shy: "Um, I don't know if I should say it...I mean..."

"I'm your friend, you can tell me!!"

"Um...okay...they're flat-chested."

"Flat-chested?"

"Um...yes...flat...you know...flat-chested." He looked at his thighs to avoid
seeing Sharon's angry expression. This friendship was really nice...I can't believe it ended like this. Sharon looked at him
for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, "Is it hard to say?" she asked between laughs.

"Um...I'm not sure." He replied, blushing.

"I thought I was the shy one!! Turns out you're even more shy than me..." She leaned back
on the armrest of the sofa, laughing uncontrollably, her chest swaying gently. Paul realized he was being stared at again and immediately shifted
his gaze to his legs.

"Paul," Sharon stopped, "look at me."

He happily did as she said. A beauty!! She was an absolute beauty!

“We’re friends! You know? You don’t need to be so afraid to look at me.”

Paul’s face flushed again; he really didn’t know where to look now!

“Paul, do you like looking at me like this?” She was looking at him very seriously now.

“Um…” he replied shyly.

“What did you say?” Sharon leaned closer and placed her finger on his cheek: “I can’t hear you.”

“I can’t help but look at you because you’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He nervously
looked the ground.

After a while, he dared to look up at her, only to see her smiling at him: “Are you serious
?”

He nodded vigorously, then nervously looked at the ground again. At this moment, his emotions were quite complicated:
happiness : how close he was to her now; fear: because he had undoubtedly angered her. ‘She
’ll definitely kick me out.’

She was silent for a long time.

A lustful thought suddenly popped into Paul’s mind, and he looked up at her again.

Sharon smiled and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm, I was wondering if you have any
clothes ?"

She closed her sexy lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Yes? Why?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking maybe you could wear those clothes for me."

Sharon looked surprised, then smiled, stood up, turned, and went into her room,
calling out , "I'll be right back."

"Oh... she really wants to do that??" Paul wondered. Paul sat on the sofa waiting.
After a while, his music partner came out of the room, and Paul almost fainted when he saw her.

Sharon stood in front of him, wearing a tight white thin shirt with a very low neckline and several buttons
at the front . The shirt was way too small for her; her two round breasts were squeezed together,
tightly stretching the fabric. Her protruding breasts pushed the shirt up, exposing her navel
. She wore extremely short pink shorts on her lower body, and he had never seen her thighs before; they
were so white and sexy.

"So? What do you think?" she asked innocently.

"Oh..." he replied, his gaze unabashedly lecherous.

Sharon laughed, "Remember, I'm doing this for you because you're my friend!"
With that , she put her hands behind her head, tilted her head back, and proudly displayed her breasts in front of Paul.

Through the thin fabric, Paul could vaguely see the outline of her areolas—she wasn't wearing a bra! Paul swallowed
hard.

"I would never dare dress like this in public." She shifted her position, her breasts
swaying . Did she know how stimulating this was for Paul? His penis was already
bulging like steel bars through his pants. Did she know what she was doing?

"So... what do you want me to do now?" she asked.

"Hmm... I think you should unbutton the top button." Please, please, please, please!

"Oh...you want me to do this? Okay, but I'm only doing this because you're my friend!"

With that, her fingers slid up to her chest, slowly unbuttoning the top. The weight of her breasts
caused the shirt to immediately part, revealing a deep cleavage between her peaks.

Paul was completely unable to control himself from looking at her; he stared hungrily at that cleavage,
wanting to bury his head in it and start licking...

"Want me to unbutton the next button?" she gave him a sweet smile.

He nodded, and her fingers moved to the button, slowly, with an unbearable
slowness, unbuttoning it. The shirt parted a little more, and now Paul could see a third of Sharon's
breasts.

'One button left, will she unbutton it? If she does, can I control myself from pounceing on her
?' Paul thought: 'Please, God! At least let me see the view from the top! Her areolas will be...'
"What color is it?"

The poor button looked like it was struggling to keep the shirt from opening, the fabric stretched to its
limit... " Oh!

" Sharon said gently, "I think this button is going to pop open, I think I'd better
unbutton too." Her fingers slid to the last button and unbuttoned it . Whoa ... "Beautiful," he sighed. "So beautiful I can hardly believe it." "Very good, now it's your turn." He nodded, his gaze still fixed on her beautiful breasts, thirty centimeters away. "Please take off your pants for me, I want to see you... see your... you know..." 'Wow...' Paul thought. He slowly pulled down his pants, his hard penis immediately pressing outwards, trying to break through the fabric of her underwear. He grabbed the top of her underwear and slowly pulled it down under Sharon's gaze, who looked as if she were mesmerized . He pushed his penis up a little so she could see it clearly; he could hear her rapid breathing. "Oh, Paul, it looks really good," she said, her voice almost inaudible. He gently lifted it with his fingers, then touched it with his fingertips to make it bigger; now, it was as hard as a rock. But he had to be careful; he was very excited, and if he might ejaculate. Sharon knelt down and cupped her breasts in her hands. They were so full, overflowing from her fingertips and palms. She gazed curiously at his erect penis, slowly leaning forward, and Paul parted his legs. She lifted one breast, bringing her nipple less than an inch from the tip of his penis, and he lifted his penis straight up; if he let go, it would touch her pink nipple. Sharon moved closer, slowly, slowly, until her nipple touched his penis , tip to tip. It seemed he would need considerable willpower to avoid ejaculating onto those full breasts! "You know what?" she said softly, "I've never seen...never seen a man's..." "Really?" "Yes...this is my first time...I've never done anything like that before." As she spoke, she circled her nipple with her fingers, then gently, slowly, rubbed it against his penis. Paul suddenly realized this was their first time touching each other's bodies; they hadn't even held hands before ! What a wonderful way to touch him for the first time! Paul felt a surge of pleasure in his lower body. He still held his penis in his hand, allowing Sharon to continue caressing it with her nipples. Her nipples twirled and twirled at their tips, and if she lowered her body any further, his erect penis would be completely nestled in one of those soft, round breasts. However, she only teased him with her nipples. Now, she slid her nipples down from the tip of his penis, all the way to his testicles, and then slowly back down the same path. "Does this feel good?" she asked. "Oh! Of course, it's wonderful!" "Hmm...that's good..." She caressed his penis with her nipples for a while, not letting any part of her breasts touch it, only her nipples. Her nipples were now erect, and...oh...so perfect for sucking!! He now held his penis in one hand, while the other slowly moved upwards until his fingers touched her soft, warm breasts. "Ah...you..." Her breathing quickened as he dug his fingers into her perfect breasts . His fingers played freely on her peaks, stroking and kneading feeling her nipples gradually swell between his fingers. She lifted her breasts with both hands, placing them in front of his face, letting him do as he pleased. His hands reached for them and began to caress them. "Oh...oh..." Sharon gasped, feeling incredibly comfortable from the caresses. Paul kneaded and pinched her full breasts, and giggling, then letting out even more melodious moans as Paul's fingers grasped them again, this time conquering the summit. He pressed, pulled, and kneaded her perfect pink areolas, her nipples becoming hot and hard. Paul's fingers grasped them, playing with them, turning them, squeezing them. As he gently pulled them outward, she moaned even louder. "I want to suck them..." he had barely finished speaking when Sharon pressed her entire chest against him, burying his face between her two soft breasts . She supported the back of his head with her hands, allowing his face to get even closer... "Mmm..." His hands moved to the sides of her breasts, then pressed them against his face, pushing them forcefully so he could suckle them harder to satisfy his hunger. He felt her erect nipples slide into his mouth, and he pushed them in with his hands, then sucked on them, sucked on them, sucked on them! He licked them with his tongue, sweeping his tongue over every inch of her skin. Sharon's moans grew louder and more continuous ... He sucked and caressed her full breasts for at least thirty minutes, kneading, kissing, and licking them. Finally, he stopped: he didn't want to stop, but his hands and mouth were tired. As he gently removed Sharon's breasts from his weary fingers, he looked at her tenderly. She looked back at him gently.

Then her lips slowly pressed against his.

(Continued) The Romance in the Music Department

They would never forget their first kiss; it was so long, so passionate.

At first, it was a little awkward (because they had never kissed like this before), but they explored each other with their tongues and
lips, and soon they found the knack, and then it was unstoppable. Their
lips were pressed tightly together, their tongues intertwined as if they had endless energy, dancing a passionate dance.

After a long time, their lips reluctantly parted.

Then, she grabbed his penis with both hands, buried it between her breasts, and kept
shaking them. She rubbed it against her breasts, letting his penis suffocate in her waves of milk. She
gripped his thick penis tightly, pressing it hard against her full breasts. His penis was completely submerged in those
full breasts! It was as if it had become her own toy, which she could play with however she wanted.

Paul braced his hands on the sofa cushions, reveling in the intense friction of Sharon's breasts. She pressed
her breasts together, trapping his thick penis within, then
pushed them up and down repeatedly. Paul had never experienced
such intense pleasure. Sharon's caresses were so exquisite! They excited him so much, bringing him so close to the
brink of climax, yet allowing him to hold back.

Finally, he ejaculated, and Sharon cried out in surprise. She had never caressed a man's
genitals , and was startled by Paul's sudden ejaculation.

Thick semen sprayed onto her breasts, neck, and face. She giggled playfully, reaching out to
rub Paul's penis, hoping he would release the remaining semen. She even licked it,
savoring its taste.

Paul reached for Sharon's breasts, helping her spread the sticky semen evenly, like applying sunscreen
. She first licked his penis and fingers clean, then lowered her head to lick
the white fluid covering his breasts, from the nipples to the base of his breasts, leaving no stone unturned, as if eating ice cream.

They were both exhausted, so they lay down on her bed, laughing as they did so.

They kissed, caressed, and explored each other's bodies. Sharon
buried Paul's head in her full, soft breasts: she loved the feeling of his head nestled between her breasts, especially when his
warm breath touched her bare breasts. He soon drifted off to sleep, yet his head
remained reluctantly resting on those beautiful pillows.

Paul forgot how long he had slept; he only knew that when he woke up, his head was still resting on Sharon's
beautiful breasts, those peaks he loved to suckle. The memory of last night's pleasure made his penis hard again
, pressing tightly against Sharon's legs. He pulled back the blanket covering Sharon, slowly admiring
her, this beautiful goddess in his eyes, now at his mercy.

He finally couldn't resist any longer and pounced on her round, helpless breasts. Sharon
cried out, startled awake.

He kneaded and squeezed, her breasts swirling before him in rhythm. His
tongue slid across her peaks, licking, gently biting, circling her nipples, then sucking on
their tips. Sharon pressed down on the back of his head, allowing him to suck harder and reach more. He
succumbed to intense excitement, devouring them wantonly. Sharon cupped her breasts in her hands, shoving them deeper
into Paul's mouth, in and out repeatedly, her full breasts excitedly
assaulting his mouth.

Just like last night, he caressed her breasts for a while until his fingers
grew tired. He stopped, then immediately thrust his tongue into her mouth, giving her a passionate kiss.
They held each other tightly, engaging in a fierce tongue battle.

As they kissed each other greedily, Sharon unconsciously guided Paul's hands
between her legs. By the time she realized it, it was too late; Paul's fingers were already caressing her already
wet labia. Paul suddenly realized he was touching Sharon's forbidden territory, so he stopped and looked at
her, wanting her permission.

"Oh...it feels so good, keep going, don't stop..." She grabbed Paul's right hand and
placed it on her vulva.

"Hmm...let's see what's here?" Paul's tongue swept across her neck, her breasts
, down her abdomen, past her navel, until the tip of his tongue was stopped by her pubic hair. He
stroked her soft, pink labia while carefully examining her private area.

He had never seen a girl's vulva except in adult magazines and movies. He wasn't quite sure
how to caress a girl's vulva; he simply ran his fingers over her labia, but
judging from her cries of pleasure, he was sure he wasn't doing anything wrong, so he continued his caresses.

"Oh...that's it...oh...oh...Paul..." she gripped the sheets tightly and let out a more
pleasurable moan.

'This must be the clitoris,' he thought, then unexpectedly attacked this
sensitive . Sharon's body jerked, and she let out a particularly loud moan.

Paul took her clitoris into his mouth and gently sucked on it, licking it lightly with his tongue. His lover was
now calling his name wildly. She held Paul's head, pulling him closer and closer. His tongue
had nowhere else to go but between her labia, exploring her secrets…

After a while, Paul realized how special what he was doing was: he was using his
tongue to penetrate her virginity!

Paul's tongue swayed, slid, and thrust freely in her cleft, bringing her
intense pleasure. Her legs clamped tightly around his head, her fingers gripping the back of his head.
She was screaming so loudly and intensely that Paul was certain she wouldn't be able to practice singing for days. Her
breasts swayed with each thrust. As Paul savored her, he placed his hands on her upper body, assigning
them a new task: rubbing and kneading.

Later, when Paul talked about this with Sharon, he learned from her that his tongue had already…
He brought her to orgasm twice. At that moment, however, he didn't realize how skilled he was; all he knew
was that oral sex was very "slippery," because his mouth, his cheeks, and his chin were all covered in
her love juice. After stopping his tongue's assault, he buried his wet face between her breasts,
wiping the love juice on his face evenly onto her breasts, and then sucked on them again.

All morning, the lovers lay in bed, sometimes making love, sometimes whispering sweet nothings. If
Sharon's roommate Lisa hadn't returned, they might have spent the day like that. They hurriedly
dressed and rushed out of the room. Lisa looked at them with a half-smile, then couldn't help but
laugh , saying, "Well done, Sharon!" That night, Sharon spent the night at Paul's apartment (of course, not
just that one night!). However, using the word "spend the night" to describe their time together seems inadequate:
her full breasts were kneaded and sucked again and again by him…

but that's another story.

[The End]

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