A Cheating Student

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Out of character: I'm looking for a dominant male writer to play as 'Felix'. PM me if you're up for it. Thank you!


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~Name: Liliane Santos
~Hair: Blonde hair with dark streaks
~Eyes: Deep green eyes
~Height: 5'10"
~Body type: Hourglass body type, thick ass and big 38DDD cup breasts
~Other: Faint Brazilian accent

Day 1: My first day in NYC

Dear Diary,

It's crazy to think about how fast the past few days have been! It still feels like a dream to me, having gone through all the red tape and barriers and finally finding myself here in the famous Big Apple. My parents didn't think that I'd be able to do it. The process was as crazy as you might think and my grades weren't perfect (although they were pretty close). But no, that wasn't what was behind their doubt. Their doubt of whether I'd be capable of this, moving away from Rio that is, was because I was a good girl at heart. I was really attached to my family and most importantly, to my boyfriend Miguel. Believe me, they were right to doubt whether I'd be able to move to another country, even temporary, to get an education. Miguel and I talked a lot about it and figured that New York University was too big of a deal to pass up. So, eventually I caved and long story short, here I am.

But it isn't easy. After the flight and all the hassle, I find myself typing away at my laptop, filling this little diary of mine. My mom said that it would be a good idea, at least until I'd make some friends here. I think it's working.

Still, with the school starting in three days, I think I'll go a little crazy if I don't socialize...or at the very least, get out of this one room apartment...

I leaned back from my soft, although shabby, office chair - taking a quick break from having to type in on my computer diary. I sighed, wishing that my internet would be properly set-up so that I could, maybe, have a Skype conversation with my family or with Miguel. I had some internet connection, but it was on my phone - roaming charges were insane given that I hadn't set a proper American number. But not so insane that I couldn't put up a posting on Facebook on the NYU students page, asking if someone could show me around campus.

I felt bad. Not that I was doing anything wrong. It was because of my mother, who took her time and warned me about boys in general. However, she told me to be careful in New York city in particular, given that despite me being a good Catholic girl, that I had a body that was more or less built for sin. Sure, it sounds pretty dramatic, but I knew the effects that my body had on men and knew that most of these guys who would answer my post probably wouldn't have the best intentions.

If I had the chance, I'd probably answer a girl - not that I thought that I was capable of doing anything wrong, but Miguel was a bit of the jealous type. While I wasn't miss popularity back in our high school (my goody two shoes attitude kept most boys away), I still had quite my share of admirers there. There was no mistaking it, I'm quite endowed and as most men would say a ''bombshell''; naturally blonde hair which reaches to my shoulders, bright green eyes, a toned body given my hours of yoga practice, long luscious legs, large 38DDD cup breasts and a wide, firm backside - or at least, these are all the attributes that men have complimented me on throughout the years. I would have been a bit worried for Miguel, if he was here, mainly because he was pretty confrontational. Don't get me wrong! He wasn't extremely possessive of me, he just knew how I didn't want any of that attention, especially seeing as I just wanted to study and nothing else. I loved him already, I think. But upon telling my parents this, they would either laugh or shake their heads before saying:

"Everyone says that when they're in their first relationship"

or
"You're only nineteen years old. You have no idea what love is; you're just infatuated. Just enjoy college."

I'd get offended with them saying infatuated, as it made it seem (at least to me) that they were implying that I was craving sexual behavior; which I wasn't.

...

Then the first few messages came up. I was a bit nervous, thinking about what Miguel would think (he did have me on Facebook, after all) about all these men sending me messages. I would have waited, but I was nervous. Nervous enough that I quickly replied to one man in particular.

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Felix, huh?

I didn't know what to do, other than reply:

"Sure! Meet me in front of the West Wing Dormitory. I'll be there at 2"

...

So here I was, standing in front of my dorm building and waiting for this 'Felix' person to show up. As far as my outfit goes well, seeing as it was a bit humid, I was showing a bit of skin - my midriff showed off my fit stomach with the slight hint of abs from all my yoga practice. I had a short black top on, although with my breast size, it gave out some bit of cleavage. I tried to combat this by bringing along my pink long sleeve, although that probably didn't do too much. I also had a pair of washed out jeans that really hugged on my ass and well...um, they say a picture is worth a thousand words so here you go:

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I wondered many things as I waited; what Miguel would think when he'd see that I was talking to some random guy. I also wondered how this Felix person was. What was he studying? Was it also his first year? Did he start college one year late, at 19 years old, like me?

I was nervous, but pretty excited to make my first friend here.


 
Hey! My name is Felix, and while not Unger, he and I seem to share some traits. I am fastidiously clean. My dorm room is perfect, everything in its place and spaced properly. The guys that merely throw their shit into piles, I don’t get. How does one live that way?

Anyway, I have a fairly popular video blog that the guys here on campus enjoy where I have x rated clips of the girls I fuck. As a matter of fact I was in the bed of some young thing from Iowa when I saw the post from Liliane on the school's FB page. From her profile picture it looked like she had the biggest damned tits ever. I had often wondered what it would be like to tit fuck a chick ny putting the head of my cock right over the tip of a nipple and driving through it toward her chest. I tried it once with a bimbo from Connecticut but it turns out her fun bags had a plastic lining and the experience wasn't what I expected. Maybe this one had au natural tits and it would be better.

So I responded and she gave a time and place to meet up. It gave me plenty of time to have another go at Iowa and shower.

I arrived promptly at 2:00 and the first thing clearly visible were her tits. They were mammoth. Colossal. Enormous. Whatever adjective for really fucking HUGE that you want to use doesn't quite cover it. For fucks sake her tits were seemingly casting a shadow on the ground below her.

As I approached I knew that at all costs I could not starr at her tits when talking to her. I bet every guy she has ever met could not tell what color her eyes were, but could give a pretty educated guess at the volume each of her tits would displace if floated in water.

As I approached I cheerfully greeted her with, "Hi! I am Felix, so happy to meet you."

Green. Her eyes are a deep green like an emerald you would see at a jewelry store. "I am so glad you are on time, early actually!"

I held my hand out and shook hers and assisted her to a standing position and got my first glimpse of her very generous ass. Big tits, big ass, tight tummy.

I couldn't wait to fuck her.

"I am surprised that there isn't a line of people waiting to show you around," I quipped. "Have you finished all of your registration stuff yet?"
 
I was lost within my thoughts, especially seeing how I was looking down at the pavement, my hands resting on the small bench that I was sitting on. I guess that I was so nervous that looking ahead of me would have only made my anxiety worse. I didn't know my way around campus and I didn't want to comprehend how busy and big this place was. At least, not without a guide or something...

"Hi! I am Felix, so happy to meet you."

Speak of the devil! Well um...not the devil devil. Listen, you know what I mean!

"Oh hi, Felix!" I said, looking up and seeing a clean shaven man. I couldn't tell how old he was, but I'd make a guess that he was around my age? But anyway, the thing that struck me was over how...professional he looked? Most people here were wearing dirty, wrinkled shirts and he looked like he was about to drop by an office or something. Not that he was wearing a suit or anything, but compared to some of the people living around campus, he might as well have. "It's nice to meet you too! I'm Liliane, as you probably guessed!"

"I am so glad you are on time, early actually!"

I chuckled a bit before I got up. I turned around, for just a second to pick up my purse that I left lying around; not even realizing for a second that if he was a pervert, he'd probably help himself to a view of my big butt. I turned around quickly though and shook his hand.

"I am surprised that there isn't a line of people waiting to show you around," he said as I grinned at the compliment. Was it a compliment? I don't know if I was reading too much into that. "Have you finished all of your registration stuff yet?"

"Oh!" I said, opening my purse and pulling out a piece of paper. "I think I did. I mean, they gave me my schedule and everything." - on this paper was my school ID picture and number, dorm room number, phone number and of course, my classes and room numbers. "I'm studying sociology by the way. Are you in my program?" I asked curiously. I mean, it would be so cool if he was!
 
I tried to memorize the phone number on her paperwork, and normally could do so quickly, but I didn't recognize the format, and decided it must be a foreign number. I would hate to pay her cell bill based on that alone.

Giving up on the number quickly, I pulled Liliane's schedule from her hand and memorized it quickly and shook my head at her question. "Sadly, no, I am not. Psychology and business double major."

I slid my free hand across Liliane's waist to the middle of her back, pointing her in the direction we needed saying, "First things first, let's walk your schedule so you know where your class buildings are."

As we took the first couple steps I slide my hand away from her back, and the warmth of her skin left a heat signature on the palm of my hand which traveled slowly toward my crotch. You would think after three sessions with Iowa, I would be sated, but no.

"Where are you from? Your accent isn't from the US I think."
 
"Sadly, no, I am not. Psychology and business double major."

Oh well, that kind of sucked. I heard that the first year courses were pretty huge and the thought of being in a huge auditorium with students who were (or at least, chances were) from NYC and knew each other made me already feel a little excluded. "That sucks, it would have been pretty cool." I said with a slight shrug, as he took my schedule. He gave it a thoughtful look, as if he was trying to find something important.

Anyway, soon enough his hand found its way across my waist. I nearly jumped when I felt his skin touch mine (the bare skin of mine between the waistline of my jeans and my pink long sleeve. Don't get me wrong though! He didn't pull me in or anything weird; I just felt his hand on the middle of my back, as a gesture to guide me. Still, I was sure that if Miguel saw this that he would be fuming! "First things first, let's walk your schedule so you know where your class buildings are."

"That sounds good! Let's go." I replied with a grin, walking with him across the street and towards another part of campus. Truth be told, I didn't even know where we were going, but I trusted his judgement.

"Where are you from? Your accent isn't from the US I think." he remarked as I giggled slightly. The question caught me a little off-guard, but not because I was offended or anything, more that it was strange or even new to me that someone noticed something like that.

"Accent? I thought that I did a good job learning English!" I added light-hearted laugh before continuing "Seriously though, probably because I'm from Brazil. My first language is Portuguese, so...yep."

I was curious to learn a bit more on Felix, so I decided that it was probably my turn to ask something! "What about you?" I began "Are you from New York City?"
 
She smelled as exotic as she looked and sounded, and I could feel the beginning of my cock responding to her, even though she hadn't done anything for me to get bothered about. I wanted this big assed, bigger titted Brazilian bitch. Fuck I had never met anyone from Brazil much less fucked, and videoed them.

"Yeah, close enough. I am from Long Island," I replied.

We approached some stairs and a group was coming down, so I slid my hand to the small of her back again, and coaxed her to go first. This gave me ample opportunity to look at that massive ass of hers and picture myself balls deep in it. The sooner the better.

When I saw her head begin to turn to look at me, I made sure that my eyes were anywhere but on her ass, which was tough to do. "At the top, turn right, and the first building you have classes in will be straight ahead."
 
I followed his directions and headed up the stairs, which was easier said than done, with all the students running down. I stayed to the wall, walking upstairs with Felix close behind me. Again, this was the sort of thing that probably wouldn't have happened if Miguel came to this school with us. He hated when guys were too close to me in situations like this. Like, with my butt, he knew that sometimes guys would stare and instantly he would get jealous if someone other than him was close behind me when I took the stairs. Apparently my hips naturally have a bit of a sway to them but whatever, I'm sure Felix wasn't staring or anything. He seemed like a nice guy!

"At the top, turn right, and the first building you have classes in will be straight ahead."

I continued and I turned and faced the direction he said. Soon enough, that was the building with my introductory courses. "This seems pretty hectic." I said with a laugh "I hope that I don't get lost during my first day of classes! What's next though?"
 
I patted her between her shoulder blades and said, "Don't worry. If you need me to, I can walk you to your classes until you are comfortable. I would not want you too stressed about the basics."

I slid my hand down her back and with thumb pressure alone turned her toward the left, "That way, gorgeous."

As we walked I asked, "So do you have someone special waiting for you? Or more likely several someone specials?"
 
"Don't worry. If you need me to, I can walk you to your classes until you are comfortable. I would not want you too stressed about the basics."

That was strangely comforting. Sure, Felix was a stranger but I felt that I could trust him. So with a smile, I said with an embarrassed chuckle "That sounds great! I'd give you my number, but I haven't gotten around to getting a new number so you might get charged more."

I felt his hand again on me, this time on my shoulder. There was a light squeeze to it that was...new. But it felt nice so I didn't really say anything. "That way, gorgeous." he said, just a tad flirtateously.

"Thanks." I answered back, just a bit timidly.

"So do you have someone special waiting for you? Or more likely several someone specials?"


Oh right! I didn't tell him anything about my family, or about Miguel. I should probably tell him.

"Well, just the one." I said with another laugh "I have a boyfriend back in Brazil. He couldn't come here, so I'm pretty much by myself...what about you? Anyone special here in New York City?"
 
I shook my head, "No one that can sate my needs completely." My voice was full of innuendo as I continued, "Though the future is bright."

We walked to the next building and I said, "Remember this building, your third class is in it, but we will come back around after stopping at the second."

As we continued past it, I closed the space just a little during our conversations. Nothing too close, but close enough to smell her spicy sweet perfume. "What perfume are you wearing? It is very beautiful."
 
"No one that can sate my needs completely. Though the future is bright."

I wondered what he meant by that. Well, whatever it was, it was nice to hear that he almost found that person. Maybe he had a crush on someone in one of his classes, or he found someone like I found Miguel back at home...or maybe he was being optimistic.

I was surprised to hear him talk about my perfume, complimenting it and asking me what it was. To smell it more, he had to come closer; closer that I was actually feeling just a bit timid and flattered at the same time. "Oh, it's nothing. Just something I picked up back home." I said, pausing for a bit so he could take another wiff "It's Vanilla and Peppers, I think. Here, see?"
 
I could not believe it. With "Here, see" she tilted her head up and back, offering her neck to me. It was an incredible opportunity.

I wrapped my right hand around the far side of her neck, preventing her from pulling to far away and leaned in. Her massive tit was pressed in as my chest flattened it out a little.

As much as I wanted to kiss her neck, I didn't. I merely took a long luxuriant dive into her aroma. My mouth, so close to her ear, I whispered, "It is almost as beautiful to smell as you are to look at."
 
I didn't really think about it. In my head, it seemed innocent enough; it was just my neck right? Nothing special about that. Well, the way that Felix held on it to smell it made it feel like I was just a tiny bit naive. He pulled me in close and when he did that, I swear I could feel his breath tickle my neck. The only distance between us seemed to be one of my big breasts pushing against his side within my sports top and thin pink long sleeve. When he was done, he practically whispered right into my ear: "It is almost as beautiful to smell as you are to look at."

I giggled nervously, blushing from that experience. I pulled away a bit and answered "Thanks. I'm um...glad you like it! But hey, we should get going to those buildings right? You promised me a tour, you know!"
 
I nodded, "Yes, I did." I turned to lead her to the next building, not caring if she saw how excited I was at the moment of contact with her. My cock strained against my jeans in a noticeable bulge, and was really uncomfortable at the moment. She didn't run away or protest, so I hoped she just chalked it up to a passing phase.

A couple buildings over, we arrived at where her second class on Monday, Wednesday and Friday was at. "Here is the building for class two."

I put my hand on the small of her back again and turned her about 45 degrees, and said, "Let me show you the library and then we will head back to where your third class on Monday, Wednesday and Friday is at. Afterwards we will find your Tuesday Thursday classes."
 
Did I notice that bulge in his pants? Yes, I did. I didn't linger on it or anything, but it wasn't exactly super discrete after he smelled my perfume up close. But I didn't blame him or anything for it - the same thing happened to Miguel from time to time (and many other guys that I talked to on a daily basis). It's not as if he was a creep and showing it off to me right now, or anything. So it's was fine - I was just more preoccupied over how I felt earlier with him sniffing my neck. Now that's something that my boyfriend would have hated!

"Here is the building for class two."

"Oh, cool!" I said, admiring the building for a moment. Afterwards, I felt his hand again and my body being turned, just a tiny bit forcefully. It was for good reason though! He just wanted to let me know about the library. He was a bit strong and foreful but I really do mean that in a good way. I smiled as I faced him, adding "That sounds like a good plan. Thanks again, by the way!"
 
I smiled warmly at her, "You are welcome, it is my pleasure to spend the time with you."

I turned her again back the way we came and showed her the second building, as we stood there a moment, I asked, "If you don't have plans for dinner tonight, it would be my pleasure to take you out for dinner and drinks after we are done here."
 
"If you don't have plans for dinner tonight, it would be my pleasure to take you out for dinner and drinks after we are done here."

I didn't really know what to say! It caught me a bit off-guard but truth be told, I knew that it sounded pretty fun...especially compared to me staying in my apartment right after this and doing absolutely nothing. I wondered if it was okay? Spending so much time with another guy, I mean. Slowly, I found myself agreeing that there was no harm going for a few drinks so I nodded and answered "Sounds fun! Although I'm sure the alcohol here is going to be like water." with just a tiny bit of a confident chuckle.
 
I didn't jump for joy. But I wanted to. This was a barrier in most women that was one of the toughest. Getting them alone on a romantic date. Part of me, an iota, chastised me for trying to take advantage of the beauty in front of me.

Then the rest of me shouted it down with a "FUCKYEAH"

I kept my voice even as I said, "Great." Let's finish the tour, then I will drop you off at your dorm and pick you up at 6:00 PM."

I didn't try any more shenanigans through the tour, but I stayed close to her, and touched Liliane every chance I had. Constant contact, always stay in contact, build that relationship with out her knowing what I was doing.

At her dorm I took her hand and kissed the back of it, "I will be back in about an hour and a half, wear a dress."

Without waiting for a response, I turned and headed off campus to my apartment.
 
You know, while I was having fun going with this little tour of ours, I hoped that Felix wasn't getting the wrong idea! I was happy in the relationship that I was in and I hoped that he didn't think that I was being flirty or anything. Not that I was repulsed by him, it's just that the way that I saw things, it was two people hanging out. But I told him that I was in a relationship and he didn't seem like a bad guy. Right?

Well that said, our tour came to an end. He kissed my hand, which surprised me but before I could say anything about it, he said: "I will be back in about an hour and a half, wear a dress." and wandered off...

I didn't want to seem rude or anything - after all, I did agree to go for a few drinks and all. So, I searched my place for a dress; I don't think that I brought many, seeing as I didn't think I'd need one. But eventually I came across one; a simple beige, sleeveless dress. You know the kind; the a small belt across the midriff. It would have looked modest on most women, although there was a hint of lewdness when I wore it. Not that there was an abundance of cleavage; it's just that you could see them pushing against the dress and the curvature of each boob. There was also my butt; it was pretty big, so it seemed a little tight there. But that said, I wore my heels and soon enough, he came.

I waited for him outside and when I saw him, I asked "Great to see you again! Where are we going?"
 
When Liliane opened the door I thought my eyes would pop out if my head. For a brief moment I thought she was naked, the dress nearly the same color as her skin. It was tight. So tight that I thought that if she took a deep breath the whole think would shatter lile so much glass.

It came out of my mouth before I could stop it, "Good girl, you look fantastic in a dress."

As she stepped out of her dorm room, I could see that while it wasn't completely a mess, it was not up to my standards of cleanliness. I was certain it was something she could learn in due course.

"We are going to an Italian restaurant for dinner. It isn't that far from here. "

We started down the stairs, and I led the way. As it was my cock was beginning to stir, and watching that ass would completely engorge it. I held the door for Liliane and said, "After you."
 
"Good girl, you look fantastic in a dress."

I chuckled; I'm glad that I chose something nice, but there was just something of how he said that... But anyway, I couldn't be rude! I needed to say something back. "Thank you! It wasn't easy, I didn't have many dresses around." I replied back, going down the stairs with him. He was kind, or at least was acting really nice - again, I hope he knew that this wasn't a date or anything!

"We are going to an Italian restaurant for dinner. It isn't that far from here. "

"There's a restaurant around here? You didn't show me that earlier!
" I teased, following him away from my dorm.
 
I smiled, "We never left campus earlier, now we shall." I led the way to my car explaining, "On campus the food sucks. It does the job of inserting calories and filling you, but it brutalizes the palate. "

As we arrived at my 350z I opened the door and watched as she folded her gorgeous body into it.

I walked around and got in thw drivers side and said, "I hope you like it. The food is homey but very good."
 
"I hope you like it. The food is homey but very good."

"I'm sure it'll be good. I haven't really eaten anything except for lunch, so I'd even go for McDonalds!" I said with a chuckle, sitting on the passenger seat. I slowly brought the belt and put it on; almost chuckling over how it clinged between my breasts. That was the problem with having big boobs, I guess; seat-belts always pushed the material of whatever you were wearing between and could make your big tits look even bigger! I was worried that with enough pull right now, that my breasts would jump out. Sure, I was wearing a black bra but I wouldn't want them to come out! As long as he didn't drive really fast, that wouldn't be a problem though!
 
It was only a 12 block drive from campus to the restaurant and Liliane's perfume quickly filled the cabin of the car and teased my nose. Asking Alexandra was playing as we took off.

I turned toward her and asked, "Why did you come here for college instead of staying home?"

Just as I finished I caught a glimpse of a car swerving into the lane just in feont of us and they hit their brakes to turn. I slammed my brake patel down amd the entire front of my car dropped as we decelerated quickly.

Heart racing I aksed, "Are you okay," and turned to Liliane to be greated by a bra covered boob that had popped out of her tight dress. Instantly, my jaw hit my chest and my cock flooded with blood, instantly raging hard.
 
"Why did you come here for college instead of staying home?"
"Well I - "

Then suddenly, a car swerved in front of us and Felix had to slam his foot hard on the breaks. It was a scary moment, feeling myself jerked by the seat-belt - the same seat-belt that, just a moment ago, I felt was pulling down on my dress. When it was over, there I was; sitting down awe struck from my own heavy breast outside my dress! "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" I said with utter embarrassed, trying to take my bra covered boob and put it back in my dress. "I guess that I picked the wrong dress haha..."
 
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