The Perks Of Being A Gentleman

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The sun tried to break the screen the opaque blue clouds made, but it was too much of a struggle. The first flakes of snow cascaded from the ominous clouds and froze onto the dying brown grass blades. She could feel the excitement pulsating through the campus as the slick white sheet began to consume the ground underneath it. It had been one of those rough and disheartening weeks that dragged on without stopping to let you get a breath of air. It was nothing a few silly comedies couldn’t alleviate. Getting under her warm and toasty blankets was all that had she had been able to think about since Monday. Well, that and several well-earned orgasms. It was a lengthy walk from her previous class to her apartment and she took each slippery step with caution. Her bulky backpack was weighing her down. The bitter wind chilled her to the bone and nipped at her nose making it a flushed red. Her knitted beanie was not enough to keep her ears from becoming a matching crimson shade. There was a flirtatious etlik escort snowball fight between a guy and two similar looking brunettes taking place on the snow covered knoll. Their giggles and banter sounded nauseatingly contrived as she strolled by the hill and smiled to herself. Just as she was turning the corner she spotted one of the icy white balls in the corner of her eye. “Fuck,” she sighed, as the snow pelted her in the face hard enough to knock her glasses off as well as make her slip and fall. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” one of the brunettes hollered, making no attempt to help her pick up her belongings. She knelt on the concrete and brushed her glasses off with her mittens. She was just about to stand back up as she felt a hand softly touch her shoulder, making her jump. Her embarrassment and agitation grew until she turned and locked eyes with this mystery person. He truly looked concerned, his brow furrowed above his emerald green eyes. “I didn’t mean to surprise keçiören escort you, but I saw you take a rather large snowball to the face and you looked like you could use some help.” He took her hand and lifted her from the ground. She couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was dangerously charming. “Let me carry them for you. I don’t want to see you falling down again.” His breath smelled delicious like he had just sucked on a candy cane. She felt her body temperature increasing. “That’s alright; you don’t have to do that.” “But I want to,” he said with a genuine grin. “We live in the same apartment, by the way. I see you getting in the elevator all the time. It’s really no trouble at all.” They walked in silence for the remainder of the trip, letting the howling wind do the talking. She thought he looked awfully cute carrying her butterfly printed backpack over his own. He was tall and his broad shoulders made her feel week in the knees. She knew exactly what she kızılay escort would think about when she masturbated tonight. “Could you grab the door?” he asked, snapping her back from her daydream. They entered the drafty apartment and stepped into the elevator. She slid the mitten off her right hand and entered her floor number. The yellow lights in the elevator flickered as they always do and the doors opened up to her hall. “Well this is it,” she said pointing to her door as she rummaged deep into the depths of her purse to find her key. “Would you like to come in for a bit?” “That’d be nice,” he smiled. They both stepped out of their boots and rested their coats in the closet. “Just make yourself at home, you can sit on the couch if you’d like.” He sat at the closest edge of the couch so he could watch her in the kitchen. Her delicate little body was so tempting, he wanted nothing more than to grab her hips and have his way with her. He was desperate for a taste of her sweetness. He longed to thaw out his frigid fingers inside her steamy little cunt. She walked to the couch with two piping hot mugs of hot chocolate and set them on the rickety wooden coffee table. They sipped on the sweet liquid and discussed their majors, classes, and what they hoped to do after college.

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