Beautiful girls in the music department

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

Paul woke up from his afternoon nap with a start, finding 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 pornography. When it came to dealing with girls, he was really hopeless; apart from playing the piano, he couldn't do anything well. "Right, I need to go to the practice room now."

He remembered his music professor telling him that he would be practicing with a girl named Sharon today. He checked the clock; it was four in the afternoon, time to set off. Upon arriving at the music room, seeing that his companion hadn't arrived yet, he impulsively sat down at the piano and began to play. This was his best way to relieve his depression; only when playing could he forget all his unhappiness. He played so intently that he didn't notice someone entering 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 interrupt you, you played so well."

"Thank... thank you."

Paul replied, while sizing up the pretty 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 a rosy blush. He finally managed to look away from her face, but made a more serious mistake: his eyes lingered on her chest. The notebook she clutched tightly to her chest (what a lucky notebook!) couldn't completely 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 when I sing."

Paul took the notebook, glanced at it briefly, then looked up at her: "So, which one... which song do you want to sing first?"

"Hmm..."

she took back the notebook, flipped 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 abdomen, her full breasts and the hands resting on her stomach forming a small cave. Paul longed to bury his face in that cave, and with great effort, he managed to pull his gaze away from her and onto the sheet music.

As Sharon sang, Paul felt a warm current surge through him: her voice was as beautiful as everything else about 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 stop for the day. If Paul were a vibrant and proactive man, he would have invited Sharon to a movie or dinner; however, for this shy man who only knew how to play the piano, simply walking a pretty young girl back to the dormitory next to the Faculty of Arts was enough to excite him for the entire day. She stood in the corridor in front of the dormitory, smiling sweetly and waving goodnight, and then he reluctantly left.

Paul quickly returned to his apartment, went straight to bed without even changing his clothes, and his mind was filled with thoughts of 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 smiled to himself. He reached under the bed and pulled out an adult magazine, glanced at the stunning photo of Pamela Anderson, and sighed, "I'm sorry, Pamela, but you've been outshone."

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night after that, 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 him. "She could never like me,"

he always thought. One night, Paul was walking through the dormitory 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've come to visit 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 book are you reading?"

Paul asked curiously, wondering what book was 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 her hidden sin: "I...I like to fantasize about myself...you know..."

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

She stood up, her full breasts bouncing, attracting Paul's attention. "Sure."

Inside the room, 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 excitedly, "Then I'll have one too."

She went into the kitchen, got out a cup, and started preparing it. Paul sat on the living room sofa watching his beautiful new friend busy in the kitchen. He was excited that she wasn't directly facing him, so he could boldly admire her beautiful figure and face without her noticing. She hummed a song as she poured hot water. Soon she brought out two cups of hot chocolate, handed one to Paul, and sat down beside him, legs crossed. "If only her clothes were a little shorter!"

Paul thought. At first, they discussed their 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. "Um...no, not now. I've dated a few before, but they weren't my type."

"Why?"

She looked at him sternly. "Um...they were all nice, but..."

"But what?"

Now Paul was the one who blushed: "Um, I don't know if I should say...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. "Was 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 against the sofa armrest, laughing uncontrollably, her chest swaying slightly. Paul realized he was being stared at again and immediately shifted his gaze to his legs. "Paul,"

Sharon stopped, "look at me."

He excitedly 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 sternly now. "Um..."

he replied shyly. "What did you say?"

Sharon moved closer and put 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 at 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 complex: joy—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 in your closet that you wouldn't dare wear on campus?"

She closed her sexy lips, thought for a while, 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 loudly, "Come back right away."

"Oh... she really wants to do that??"

Paul thought. 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 on the front. The shirt was far too small for her; her two round breasts were squeezed together, stretching the fabric tightly. Her prominent breasts pushed the shirt up, revealing 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, staring at her lecherously without any restraint. 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 like jelly. Did she know how stimulating she was to Paul? His penis was already bulging against his pants like steel bars. 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 that? Okay, but I'll do it because you're my friend!"

With that, her fingers slid up to her chest and slowly unbuttoned the top button. The weight of her breasts caused her shirt to immediately part, revealing a deep cleavage nestled between her peaks. Paul could no longer control himself from looking at her; he stared hungrily at the cleavage, wanting to bury his face in it and lick it… “Want me to unbutton the next button?”

she asked with 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 about a third of Sharon’s breasts. "There's one button left. Will she unbutton it? And if she does, can I control myself from lunging at her?"

Paul thought. "Please, God! At least let me see the view from the top! What color are her areolas?"

The poor button looked like it was working very hard to keep the shirt from opening; the fabric was stretched to its limit on all sides… "Oh!"

Sharon said softly, "I think this button is going to pop open. I think I'd better unbutton it too."

Her fingers slid to the last button and unbuttoned it. Whoa ... Her shirt was completely open, revealing her breasts, two full, rounded mounds aimed directly at Paul's head. He looked

and looked; he had never seen such perfect breasts, so smooth, so "delicious," even surpassing those of adult magazine models. The areolas were a beautiful pink, and in the middle were… of course, the nipples, the same color as the areolas, only now appearing somewhat firm, firm enough to entice any man. Sharon shifted slightly, causing the two substantial peaks to sway from side to side. "What do you think?"

she asked. "Beautiful,"

he exclaimed. "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 his underwear. He grabbed the top of his 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 more 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 continued to play with it, he might ejaculate. Sharon knelt down and cupped her breasts in her hands. They were so full, overflowing from her fingertips and palms. She looked at his penis with curious eyes and slowly leaned forward, and Paul spread his legs as well.

She lifted one breast so that her nipple was less than an inch from the tip of his penis, and he held 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, right at the tip, tip to tip. It seems he'll need considerable willpower next time to avoid ejaculating all over those full breasts! "You know what?"

she said softly, "I've never seen... ever seen a man's..."

"Really?"

"Mmm...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 that this was their first time touching each other's bodies; they hadn't even held hands before! What a wonderful way to touch someone for the first time!! Paul felt an intense pleasure in his lower body. He still held his penis in his hand, allowing Sharon to continue caressing it with her nipple. Her nipple spun and spun at its tip, and if she lowered her body any further, his erect penis would be completely nestled within one of those soft, round breasts. However, she only teased him with her nipple. Now, she slid her nipple 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 nipple for a while, making sure no part of her breast touched it, only her nipple. Her nipple was now erect, and...oh...so perfect for sucking!! He now supported his penis with 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 those perfect breasts. His fingers played freely on her breasts, caressing and kneading her smooth skin, 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 play with them. "Oh...oh..."

Sharon gasped, feeling very comfortable from the caresses. Paul kneaded and pinched her full breasts, and she deliberately shifted her body, freeing herself from Paul's hands, and giggled

, then let out an even more melodious moan, because Paul's fingers had grasped them again, and this time he had conquered the peaks. 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 more intensely. "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 thirst.

He felt her erect nipple slip into his mouth; he pushed it further in with his hand, then sucked on it, sucked on it, sucked on it! He licked and caressed her breasts with his tongue, tracing 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. He gently removed Sharon's breasts from his weary fingers, gazing at her tenderly. She looked at him gently too, and then her lips slowly met his. They would never forget their first kiss, so long and 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 intertwining and dancing with boundless energy. After a long time, their lips reluctantly parted.

Then, she grasped his penis with both hands, buried it between her breasts, and kept shaking them. She rubbed it against him with her breasts, letting his penis suffocate in her waves of milk. She gripped his thick penis tightly, pressing it forcefully against her full breasts. His penis was completely swallowed by her full breasts!

They seemed to have become her own toy, which she could play with however she wanted. Paul rested his hands on the sofa cushions, reveling in the intense friction of Sharon's breasts. She pressed her breasts together to hold his thick penis in the center, then pushed it up and down repeatedly.

Paul had never experienced such intense pleasure. Sharon's caresses were so wonderful! They excited him so much, brought him so close to the point of climax, yet allowed him to hold on without ejaculating. Finally, he ejaculated. Sharon cried out in surprise. She had never touched a man's genitals like this before and was startled by Paul's sudden ejaculation.

Thick semen sprayed onto her breasts, neck, and face. She grinned mischievously and reached out to rub Paul's penis, hoping he would release the rest of his semen. She even licked it with her tongue, savoring its taste. Paul reached down to Sharon's breasts, helping her spread the sticky semen evenly, like applying sunscreen.

She first licked his penis and fingers clean, then bent down to lick the white, cloudy 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 skin. 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. Remembering the pleasure of the previous night, his penis hardened 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 yet helpless breasts. Sharon

cried out, startled awake. He kneaded and pinched, kneaded and pinched, Sharon's breasts swirling in front of him to his rhythm. His tongue slid across the peaks, licking, gently biting, circling the nipples, and then sucking on their tips. Sharon pressed the back of his head so he could suck harder and reach more, and he devoured them with boundless excitement. Sharon cupped her breasts in her hands and thrust them deeper into Paul's mouth, in and out, in and out, her full breasts excitedly assaulting his mouth.

Just like last night, he caressed her breasts for a long time 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 greedily kissed each other, Sharon unconsciously guided Paul's hands between her legs. By the time she realized it, it was too late; Paul's fingers were already stroking her already wet labia. Paul suddenly realized he was touching Sharon's forbidden territory, so he stopped and looked at her, wanting her consent. "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, between her breasts, down her abdomen, past her navel, until it was stopped by her pubic hair. He caressed her soft, pink labia while carefully observing 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, so he simply stroked her labia with his fingers, but judging from her cries of pleasure, he was probably doing the right thing, so he continued his caresses. "Oh...yes...oh...oh...Paul..."

she gripped the sheets and let out even more pleasurable moans. "This must be her clitoris,"

he thought, then unexpectedly attacked the sensitive area with his tongue. Sharon's body convulsed, letting out an unusually loud moan. Paul took her clitoris into his mouth and gently sucked on it, licking it lightly with his tongue. His lover was now frantically calling his name, lifting Paul's head to draw him closer and closer. His tongue had nowhere else to go but between her labia, exploring her secrets… After a while, Paul realized how extraordinary what he was doing was: he was using his tongue to penetrate her virginity! Paul's tongue swung, slid, and thrust freely within her cleft, bringing her intense pleasure. Her legs clamped tightly around his head, her fingers gripping the back of his head. She cried out so loudly and intensely that Paul was certain she wouldn't be able to practice singing for several days.

Her breasts swayed with her movements, and as Paul savored them, he placed his hands on her upper body, assigning them a new task: to rub and knead. Later, when Paul discussed this with Sharon, he learned from her that his tongue had already brought her to orgasm twice. At this moment, however, he didn't realize how skilled he was. All he knew was that oral sex was a very "slippery"

thing, 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 seemed inadequate: her full breasts were repeatedly rubbed and sucked by him…

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

Paul woke up from his afternoon nap with a start, finding the sheets damp and sticky. "It was just a dream."

He couldn't help but feel regretful. He was already twenty years old, but had never had real sexual experience; all his knowledge came from adult magazines and pornography. When it comes to dealing with girls, he's really hopeless. Aside from playing the piano, he's good at nothing. "Right, I need to get to the practice room now."

He remembered his music professor telling him he'd be practicing with a girl named Sharon today. He checked the clock; it was four in the afternoon—time to leave. When he arrived at the practice room, his friend hadn't arrived yet. On a whim, he sat down at the piano and started playing. This was his best way to relieve his frustration; only when he played could he forget all his unhappiness. He played so intently that he didn't notice someone enter 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."

"Thank you... 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 uneasy under his gaze, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks. He finally managed to look away from her face, but made a more serious mistake: his eyes lingered on her chest. The notebook she was clutching 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, I'm sorry..."

and then fell silent again. 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... which song do you want to sing first?"

"Hmm..."

She took back the notebook, flipped 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 abdomen, her full breasts and her hands on her abdomen forming a small cave. Paul really wanted to bury his head in that cave. It took him a lot of effort to shift his gaze from her to the sheet music.

As Sharon sang, 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, and 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 stop for the day. If Paul were a vibrant and proactive man, he would have invited Sharon to a movie or dinner; however, for this shy man who only knew how to play the piano, simply walking a pretty young girl back to the dormitory next to the Faculty of Arts was enough to excite him for the entire day. She stood in the corridor in front of the dormitory, smiling sweetly and waving goodnight, and then he reluctantly left.

Paul quickly returned to his apartment, went straight to bed without even changing his clothes, and his mind was filled with thoughts of 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 smiled to himself. He reached under the bed and pulled out an adult magazine, glanced at the stunning photo of Pamela Anderson, and sighed, "I'm sorry, Pamela, but you've been outshone."

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night after that, 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 him. "She could never like me,"

he always thought. One night, Paul was walking through the dormitory when he saw Sharon in the corridor. Sharon smiled and waved to him, "Hello!"

She was wearing a dress that evening, the conservative cut of which cleverly concealed her perfect curves. "It's so late!"

Sharon said, "What are you doing here so late?"

"Oh, I've come to visit a friend."

Paul pointed to a house in the distance: "I was on my way home when I saw you. And you? Still out so late?"

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

"What are you reading?"

Paul asked curiously, wondering what book was 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 her hidden sin: "I...I like to fantasize about myself...you know..."

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

She stood up, her full breasts bouncing, attracting Paul's attention. "Sure."

Inside the room, 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 excitedly, "Then I'll have one too."

She went into the kitchen, got out a cup, and started preparing it. Paul sat on the living room sofa watching his beautiful new friend busy in the kitchen. He was excited that she wasn't directly facing him, so he could boldly admire her beautiful figure and face without her noticing. She hummed a song as she poured hot water. Soon she brought out two cups of hot chocolate, handed one to Paul, and sat down beside him, legs crossed. "If only her clothes were a little shorter!"

Paul thought. At first, they discussed their 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. "Um...no, not now. I've dated a few before, but they weren't my type."

"Why?"

She looked at him sternly. "Um...they were all nice, but..."

"But what?"

Now it was Paul's turn to be shy: "Um, I don't know if I should say...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 beautiful...I can't believe it ended like this. Sharon looked at him for a while, 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 against the sofa armrest, 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 excitedly did as she said. Beautiful!! 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 now looking at him very sternly. "Um..."

he replied shyly. "What did you say?"

Sharon moved closer, placing her fingers 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 stared nervously at the floor. After a while, he dared to look up at her, only to see her smiling at him. "Are you serious?"

He nodded vigorously, then stared nervously at the floor again. At this moment, his emotions were quite complex: joy—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 surfaced in 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 in your closet that you wouldn't dare wear on campus?"

She closed her sexy lips, thought for a while, 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 loudly, "Come back right away."

"Oh... she really wants to do that??"

Paul thought. 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 on the front. The shirt was far too small for her; her two round breasts were squeezed together, stretching the fabric tightly. Her prominent breasts pushed the shirt up, revealing 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, staring at her lecherously without any restraint. 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 like jelly. Did she know how stimulating she was to Paul? His penis was already bulging against his pants like steel bars. 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 that? Okay, but I'll do it because you're my friend!"

With that, her fingers slid up to her chest and slowly unbuttoned the top button. The weight of her breasts caused her shirt to immediately part, revealing a deep cleavage nestled between her peaks. Paul could no longer control himself from looking at her; he stared hungrily at the cleavage, wanting to bury his face in it and lick it… “Want me to unbutton the next button?”

she asked with 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 about a third of Sharon’s breasts. "There's one button left. Will she undo it? And if she does, can I control myself from lunging at her?"

Paul thought. "Please, God! At least let me see the view from the top! What color areolas will she have?"

The poor button looked like it was working very hard to keep the shirt from opening, the fabric stretched to its limit on all sides… “Oh!”

Sharon said softly, “I think this button is going to pop open, I think I’d better unbutton it.”

Her fingers slid to the last button and unbuttoned it. Whoa

... Both areolas were a beautiful pink, and in the middle were… of course, nipples, the same color as the areolas, only now they appeared somewhat firm, firm enough to seduce any man. Sharon shifted her body slightly, causing her two substantial peaks to sway from side to side. “What do you think?”

she asked. “Beautiful,”

he sighed, “beautiful beyond belief.”

“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 to himself. He slowly pulled down his pants, his hard penis immediately pressing outwards, trying to break through the fabric of his underwear. He grabbed the top of his 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 more 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 continued to play with it, 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 entirely onto those full breasts! "You know what?"

she said softly, "I've never seen... 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 that this was their first time touching each other's bodies; they hadn't even held hands before! What a wonderful way to touch someone for the first time!! Paul felt an intense pleasure in his lower body, and he still held his penis in his hand so that Sharon could continue to caress it with her nipple. Her nipple twirled and twirled at its tip, and if she lowered her body any further, his erect penis would be completely nestled within one of those soft, round orbs. However, she only teased him with her nipple. Now, she slid her nipple down from the tip of his penis, all the way to his testicles, and then slowly back the same way. "Does this feel good?"

she asked. "Oh! Of course, very good!"

"Hmm…that's good…"

She caressed his penis with her nipple for a while, not letting any part of her breast touch it, only her nipple. Her nipple was 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, swaying and caressing her smooth skin, occasionally kneading them. He felt her nipples gradually swell between his fingers. She lifted her breasts with both hands, placing them directly in front of his face, letting him do as he pleased. His hands reached for them and began to play with them. "Oh...oh..."

Sharon gasped, feeling incredibly comfortable from the caresses. Paul kneaded and pinched her full breasts, and she deliberately shifted her body, shaking off his hands and

giggling. Then she let out an even more melodious moan as Paul's fingers grasped them again, this time conquering the peaks. He pressed, pulled, and rubbed her perfect pink areolas, her nipples becoming hot and hard. Paul's fingers also grasped them, playing with them, turning them, and squeezing them. When he gently pulled them outward, she moaned even more intensely. "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 orbs. She cradled the back of his head with her hands, bringing his face 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 thirst.

He felt her erect nipples slide into his mouth; he pushed them further in with his hands, then sucked on them, sucked on them, sucked on them! He licked them with his tongue, sweeping over every inch of her skin.

Sharon’s moans grew louder and more continuous… He sucked on and caressed her round breasts for at least thirty minutes, kneading them, kissing and licking them. Finally, he stopped: he didn't want to stop, but his hands and mouth were tired. He gently removed Sharon's breasts from his weary fingers, gazing at her tenderly. She looked back at him gently, and then her lips slowly pressed against his. They would never forget their first kiss, so long and 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, quickly finding the knack, and then it was unstoppable. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their tongues dancing a passionate dance, seemingly with boundless energy. Only after a long time did their lips reluctantly part.

Then, she grabbed his penis with both hands, burying it between her breasts and shaking it constantly. She rubbed it against her breasts, letting his penis suffocate in her waves of milk. She gripped his thick penis tightly, pressing it forcefully against her full breasts. His penis was completely sunk into those full breasts!

It seemed to have become her own toy, which she could play with however she wanted. Paul rested his hands on the sofa cushions, enjoying the intense friction of Sharon's breasts. She squeezed her breasts together to hold his thick penis in the middle, then pushed it up and down repeatedly.

Paul had never experienced such intense pleasure. Sharon's caresses were so exquisite! They excited him so much, brought him so close to the point of climax, yet allowed him to hold back. Finally, he ejaculated, and Sharon cried out in surprise. She had never caressed a man's genitals like this before and was startled by Paul's sudden ejaculation.

Thick semen sprayed onto her breasts, neck, and face. She grinned mischievously, reaching out to rub Paul's penis so he could ejaculate the rest. She even licked it with her tongue, 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 bent down to lick the white, cloudy liquid covering her breasts, from nipples to the base of her breasts, leaving no stone unturned, as if eating ice cream. They were both exhausted, so they lay down on her bed, laughing as they went. 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. Soon he 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 awoke, 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 yet helpless breasts. Sharon

cried out, startled awake. He kneaded and squeezed, her breasts swaying in front of him to his rhythm. His tongue slid across the peaks, licking, gently biting, circling the nipples, and then sucking on their tips. Sharon pressed down on the back of his head so he could suckle harder and reach deeper. He sipped with boundless excitement. Sharon cupped her breasts in her hands and thrust them even deeper into Paul's mouth, in and out repeatedly. Her full breasts were excitedly assaulting his mouth.

Just like the night before, he caressed her breasts for a long time until his fingers grew tired. He then stopped, immediately sending his tongue into her mouth and giving her a passionate kiss. They held each other tightly, engaging in a fierce battle of tongues. 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 consent. "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, between her breasts, down her abdomen, past her navel, until the tip of his tongue was stopped by her pubic hair. He caressed her soft, pink labia while carefully observing 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 stroked her labia with his fingers, but judging from her cries of pleasure, he was probably right, so he continued his caresses. "Oh...that's it...oh...oh...Paul..."

she gripped the sheets tightly and let out an even more pleasurable moan. "This must be the clitoris,"

he thought, then unexpectedly attacked this sensitive area with his tongue. Sharon's body jerked, and she let out an exceptionally 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, bringing him closer and closer. His tongue had nowhere else to go but between her labia, exploring her secrets... After a while, Paul realized how extraordinary 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 screamed so loudly and intensely that Paul was certain she wouldn't be able to practice singing for several days.

Her breasts swayed as Paul savored them, then placed his hands on her upper body, assigning them a new task: kneading and rubbing. Later, when Paul discussed this with Sharon, he learned from her that his tongue had already brought her to orgasm twice. At that moment, however, he didn't know he was so skilled; 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 from his face evenly onto her breasts, and then sucked on them once more. 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 whole 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 stayed overnight at Paul's apartment (of course, not just that one night!). However, "overnight"

doesn't quite capture their time together: her full breasts were repeatedly kneaded and sucked by him…

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