It had been a shitty day.* He hadn’t understood a word in either of his two lectures of the day, he’d got his worst mark of the year in his latest maths paper, he was tired and especially tetchy because his girlfriend was hinting that she wouldn’t make it out to see him that weekend.

To top it all when he’d got back to his room and was trying to unwind he got knock at the door.* He wasn’t really in the mood for guests and was going to ignore it but the female voice called his name.* Damn it, she’d obviously seen him come in.*

It was Nadia, the short girl who lived the floor below and seemed to have taken a liking to him.* She wasn’t that pretty but had quite a nice curvy figure that he would occasionally catch himself thinking of.* However, her tendency to get close to him by talking of mathematics and borrowing text books got short shrift today and he got rid of her as soon as he good.

He lay down on his bed and tried to forget about the days lows.* He was flicking through a magazine when there was another knock at the door.* It was only when he got up he realized he needed to do his trousers back up.* He hoped that if it was Nadia who had caused his mind to wonder so, that it wouldn’t be her back at his door.

It wasn’t.* In fact, it was Ben, the funny German kid who was on his course. Ben wasn’t going to make his day any better and certainly couldn’t do anything to help with the stiffness he’d just tucked into his trousers.* He got rid of Ben as soon as he could and decided that he’d be better off with a shower to relax his mind – and his libido – and to get to bed.* Best just to move on to the next day and hope that it was better than this one.

Just as he went to head down the hall to the showers there was another knock at his door.* He was beginning to wonder whether he was ever going to get the time to himself to unwind tonight.

There at his door were two schoolgirls.* One tall with brown hair, the other short but with dirty blonde hair.* Both in short black skirts, stripy knee high socks and black heeled shoes.* Both had their white school shirts tied around their waist exposing a glimpse of bare stomach and blue and white striped school ties loosened round their necks.* They both had their hair in bunches and a glass of wine in their hand.* Sounds like just the sort of thing he was going to the shower to try and forget!* Just the sort of thing that would get him excited again.

He should have remembered.* She’d rung him earlier in the day to see if he’d fancied the idea.* But he’d got caught up in his own problems that day and had forgotten about what would have been a great way to unwind at the end of just such a day.* But now the idea of a school disco with a clingy girl wasn’t so appealing.

The two girls were Charlie and Rosie, the two vet students who he’d got to know through a friend of his.* He would have picked Rosie given the choice.* He had a thing for girls with dirty blonde hair and she had a nice tight little body that she would run down to the river to row every morning.* But as luck would have it in such matters, it appeared to be Charlie who had the hots for him.* Not that she was a slouch in the looks department.* She was a tall girl.* Only a few inches shorter than his 6’3 but she didn’t look uncomfortable with it.* She was more shapely than Rosie but she was a rower too and took good care of herself. It was her who had rung to invite him to her friend’s School Disco party.

The girls had clearly been using the wine to unwind a bit from their day and fortunately seemed to be happy enough to accept his excuses for not joining them that evening.* As they headed out though Charlie suggested that he’d be seeing her again soon.

Once the girls had left him he hit the shower with a lot on his mind.* A night with a couple of schoolgirls would certainly have made him forget about his problems.* But even their brief visit had only made his desires stronger and there was no doubt what was on his mind as he lay in bed trying to get to sleep.

He didn’t know when he managed to get to sleep but he was woken in the night by a gentle but persistent knocking at his door.* He lifted himself up in bed and watched as his door opened and a large frame was silhouetted in the light from the hall outside.* He was a little concerned to have such a large late night visitor.* The halls had some fairly strange characters living in them so as his visitor stepped inside he hit his beside light.

He was pleasantly surprised to discover that his visitor was not a strange foreign type but was six foot of semi-naked schoolgirl.* Judging by the fact that she’d shut the door behind her it was clear that Charlie hadn’t brought Rosie with her this time but somehow he didn’t mind.* There was something about her on her own in that uniform with a cheeky grin that made him quite appreciate her advances and at least one part of him had woken up fully to her arrival.

She walked over and sat down on his bed, removing her tie as she did so.* She started chatting about the party and running her tie through her hands.* When she got onto the bit about her kissing Rosie she started stroking his arm and as soon as she had finished she said “I wish you could have been there” and leaned in to kiss him.

He knew it was a bad idea. He knew from experience that clingy girls often expected more from drunken flings than he thought they should entail. But she was sexy and her flirty way had him hooked.

As she kissed him she threaded her tie behind his neck and pulled him up towards her. She was getting more passionate and he liked how keen she was but he knew he probably still shouldn't be doing this. Once she had him sitting upright she paused and he tried to make hesitant noises to delay proceedings.

She stood up and he thought that maybe she was having similar reservations and they could laugh about it in the morning. Her next move told him all about her intentions. Instead of moving towards his door she moved on to his bed. Straddling his legs and sitting kneeling on his thighs.

Before he could think of a suitable objection the tie was back round his neck and pulling him towards her. Only this time when she she released the tie she didn't stop. She kept kissing him but pushed him down onto the bed.

Her hips were sliding back and forth along his legs and she was beginning to win the battle. His hands had started stroking her sides - starting on her bare hips and working their way onto the knotted shirt and up onto her small perky breasts. As soon as he had the knot on her shirt undone she stopped and sat up. He couldn't believe she would be pulling out now - just as she had him going.

But she was as keen as ever. She sat up and peeled her shirt off her shoulders. He smiled and moved his hands back onto her bare hips but she just grabbed the bottom of his bed t-shirt and started tugging. There was no waiting with this girl, she wanted him naked.

She pulled himself up off the bed and she peeled his shirt up over his head. She threw it to one side and wrapped her arms round his head pulling his face back to hers. Her hips were rocking again now applying gentle pressure to his swelling cock through the duvet. As she resumed the passionate embrace his hands slid straight up to her bra and undid it. She broke the kiss and let him slide it forward off her shoulders. He tossed it onto the floor and softly started teasing her breasts. She had her arms rested on his shoulders and just watched as he dipped his head and gently kissed and licked her little breasts - teasing the nipples, making them wet and then blowing on them to make them tingle. She started giggling as her nipples became stiff and pushed him back down to the bed following him inches from his face in a passionate breathy stand off.

As he hit the bed and their bodies slowly pressed together they still held off the kiss. Just breathing deeply inches from each others faces enjoying that warm feeling of skin on skin.

She broke the stand off but only briefly. She brushed her lips over his and slid off him to one side. Discarding the duvet with one swipe of her arm she stood to the side of the bed and watched him adjust his boxers to give his excitement more room as she removed her skirt to reveal a simple black thong. She kept the knee high socks on clearly well aware of the effect they would have.

She straddled him one again. Her hot crotch deliberately placed on his stretched boxer shorts so he could feel her warmth. She pulled him up to her again.

He’s rock hard by now and they’re grinding against each other as if they need to bore a hole through the few bits of clothing which still separated them.* Lost in the smell and her heavy breathing he was finding it hard to keep control. This only became harder when she reached into his boxers, squeezed his cock a few times and slipped it out.

“Charlie,” he moaned, “I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”* She leaned in and started kissing his neck, her fingers still firmly wrapped around his shaft. “You seem to want it,” she whispered into his ear, “Really quite badly.”* He knew his body was giving his most basic desires away but still wasn’t sure this was something he should be doing. “I know but…” was all he could manage to get out before she won the battle of wills.

“After all you’ve done for me,” she continued to whisper in his ear, “You’re going to come inside me or in my mouth.”* And with that she disappeared beneath the sheets heading distinctly south and taking his underwear with her.

A lame reluctant groan was all he had left in him as his hands quickly gave up the fight to try and keep her at eye level and instead disappeared into her hair as the vet student started licking him.

After all the grinding and the heavy breathing her warm mouth came as a great relief as well as being a thoroughly enjoyable sensation in itself.* This along with the sight of his duvet bobbing up and down had him rolling his eyes backwards just to try and delay the still potentially regrettable but now fairly inevitable.* As soon as she added the hand back around his shaft to the rolling motion of her tongue on the top of his shaft she got what she wanted.* He groaned as he tried to ignore the possible consequences of his lack of will power and dug his fingers into the back of her hair as he came deep inside her mouth.

It took her a while to finish cleaning up and reemerge from under the duvet but he was completely unaware of time.* When she did finally emerge she was looking, a little too fittingly, like the cat that got the cream.* But she had surprises for him yet.

As she lay down on top of him and brought her lips to his mouth it was immediately apparent that the skirt that they’d never got round to removing earlier was no more.* He could feel her warm wet pubes against his belly and it did nothing to help his shattered self control.

As his dick began to stir again she sat up and reached back to wrap her fingers around it once more.* “Before we see to him again there’s something I want” she said in a very matter of fact way.* She crawled up his body and pulled herself up on the shelves at the top of his bed so that her legs straddled his head.

Though he still had a slightly unnerving feeling that he shouldn’t be doing this he did have to confess that he liked going down on girls (or having them mount his face, it was all the same to him!) and he figured he was already in too deep for this to make much difference.*

As he lifted his head towards her glistening mound she lowered herself on to his tongue.* He got to work delving between her lips.* Licking from bottom to top and pausing at all the places that made her moan.* And moan she did.* She’d taken one hand off the shelves and had a handful of his hair.* She was rocking her hips back and forth and every time he got up to her clit she’d push her hips down and pull his head up grinding his face into her.* He’d never had a girl get this into it in this position and he was beginning to really enjoy it when she climbed off.

“You can finish that later but right now I need you inside me” she said, moving back down his body and leaning in for a long kiss to taste herself and his tongue.* She lifted away but he followed her to continue the kiss.* She did for a bit, rubbing his body as it strained to keep their tongues together.* But then all of a sudden she pushed him back down on the bed and turned her attention to his cock.* Kneeling above him and looking down between them she lifted one leg and took hold of him.* Watching this girl so intent on getting him inside her he completely forget his reservations about doing this and they were certainly the last thing on his mind when she positioned his cock at her entrance and then, just before lowering herself on to him, looked up at him and right into his eyes.

He would never forget the look on her face.* Concentration, satisfaction and lust personified in one look.* Then, as she lowered herself onto him, her expression vanished.* Her eyes rolled back and her eyelids slowly closed, her mouth opened and she took a slow deliberate, deep breath.* She slid slowly down the length of his shaft and stopped at the bottom, removed the hand that had been supporting herself from his chest and sat up, eyes still closed.

She paused for a moment, sat impaled, head leaning slightly backward.* He reached up to the naked form above him and gently cupped her small breasts and started rubbing her nipples.* Her focus on her own pleasures broke for a second, her eyes opened and looked down at him.* A smile broke across her face and then just as quickly disappeared again as her eyes closed once more and she started rocking in small circular motions moving him around inside her.

Slowly the circular motion turned into a more vigorous rocking back and forth until eventually she was lifting herself slightly onto her knees and rocking back onto him.* She was panting hard now, eyes clenched shut and mouth hanging open as she thrust her hips up and back down.

She’d been going at this for some time and he could see her skin begin to glisten with sweat as she worked towards her goal.* She was obviously close to cumming, eyes still tight shut and a frown on her forehead as she worked his penis inside her.

She was starting to lose the breath and her breathing was becoming erratic.* She started mumbling to herself and groaning, spurring herself on to greater efforts.* “Oh yes” she said, and rocked forward putting her two arms either side of his head.* This moved her hips up a bit and freed his hips to move a bit more.* He started to move to keep the rhythm.* “Yeah, go on, do it” she panted, “Fuck me, give it to me, I’m nearly there.”

She was still rocking back and forth but now it was only to meet him as he bucked, thrusting into her and watching her mouth gasp every time their bodies collided.* He had to hope that she came soon because not only were his hips tiring fast but he was nearly spent and he knew she hadn’t put in that much effort to be left high and dry.

Just as he was fearing the worst the breathing stopped.* The frown vanished from her face and she was perfectly still.* He pushed up into her once more and held it in there.* He could feel her pussy quivering around him and knew that he could let go.* She lifted herself back up, dragging her fingers over his shoulders and across his chest.* As she pinned his hips back to the bed he pushed up one more time and felt his own orgasm come over him.* As he came straight up inside her she dug her fingers into his chest and took a sharp breath.* The contractions inside her became stronger still and he could feel the twitches milking his cock long after he was a spent force.

She eventually relaxed and laid down on his heaving chest. They lay there breathing heavily for a while. Eventually as the reality of what they'd just done began to dawn on him the doubts started to return to his mind. "Maybe we shouldn't have done all that?" he said gently.

“Why?” she said, “Did you not see what I was experiencing the last ten minutes?! That was a good thing!”* He smiled.* It was true, he couldn’t deny that it had felt good despite all his reservations and anxieties. “You certainly seem more relaxed now,” she continued, “So what do you say?”* Maybe he had just found a solution to that part of his distant girlfriend.* “We’ll see,” he said, “I’m sure we can work something out!”

Perhaps having so many visitors wasn’t so bad after all.* If only more of them could make him relax like that!