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I've been watching Ethan for months. He's 19, quiet, keeps to himself, always sits in the back of our psychology lectures with his hood pulled up. He's the kind of guy who blushes when a girl talks to him, who looks away quickly if you catch him staring. And I've caught him staring plenty.

There's something about that shyness that drives me crazy. Those big brown eyes that get all wide and nervous when I lean in close. That messy brown hair that falls across his forehead. The way his cheeks flush pink when I wear something low-cut. He's adorable, and I've wanted him since the first time we studied together.

We've been study buddies for three months now. He helps me with statistics, which I'm terrible at. I help him with... well, nothing really. I just like being around him. I'd catch him sneaking glances at my chest during our sessions, and he'd look away so fast it was almost comical. His ears would turn red, and I'd have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

Last night, my roommate was out of town visiting her parents. I texted him.

"Study session at my place? I'm desperate. Stats is going to destroy me."

He showed up twenty minutes later with his textbooks and that nervous smile that makes my stomach flip. He was wearing his usual baggy hoodie and jeans, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed. Perfect.

We studied for about an hour. He was explaining regression analysis, and I was trying my hardest to focus, but all I could think about was what he looked like under those clothes. Then I had an idea.

I reached for my water bottle and "accidentally" knocked it over. Water spilled all down my white shirt. The thin fabric went completely see-through in seconds. I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples were on full display, hard and visible through the wet cotton.

"Oh shit," I said, pretending to be embarrassed. "I should change."

But I didn't move. I just sat there, letting him stare.

His eyes went wide. His mouth actually fell open. He was frozen, his gaze locked on my chest. I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. And then I saw it – the bulge growing in his jeans, thick and unmistakable.

"Ethan," I said, my voice soft. "You okay?"

He jerked his eyes up to my face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be looking. I'm sorry."

I leaned forward, letting him get an even better view. "Look all you want," I said. "You can even touch if you want."

He froze. His eyes flickered between my face and my chest. "Wait. Really?"

"Really," I said. "I've been trying to get you to notice me for months, Ethan. You're the only guy who hasn't tried to fuck me. That's why I want you."

His textbook hit the floor. He lunged forward, grabbing my face and kissing me like he'd been holding back for years. His lips were soft at first, tentative, but then something shifted. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I tasted the coffee he'd had earlier. His hands were shaking as they found my waist.

"God," he breathed against my lips. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"Show me," I whispered. "Don't be shy anymore. Show me what you've been thinking about."

I led him to my bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes, nervous and excited and so fucking beautiful. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, feeling his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

"You have no idea how many times I've touched myself thinking about you," he admitted, his voice shaky.

"Tell me," I demanded, grinding against him. "Tell me what you imagined."

"I imagined this," he said. "You on top of me. Your tits in my face. The sounds you'd make when I fucked you."

I pulled off his hoodie, then his t-shirt. Underneath those baggy clothes was a body I never expected. Lean muscle, defined abs, broad shoulders. He was fit. Really fit. I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin.

"Look at you," I breathed. "You've been hiding all this?"

"I never had a reason to show it," he said, his hands finding my hips. "Until now."

He grabbed my wet shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing my bare breasts. His eyes went dark with hunger. His hands cupped them, squeezing, his thumbs rolling over my nipples until I moaned.

"Perfect," he whispered. "So fucking perfect."

He flipped me over onto my back, pinning me to the bed. His mouth found my neck, trailing hot, wet kisses down to my collarbone, my chest, my stomach. He was exploring me like he'd dreamed about it, like every inch of my skin was precious.

"Ethan," I gasped as his tongue found my nipple. "Fuck. Don't stop."

His mouth worked my breasts while his hand slid down my body, finding the button of my jeans. He popped it open, slid them down my legs, and his fingers found my wetness through my panties.

"You're soaked," he observed, his voice full of wonder. "All for me?"

"All for you," I confirmed. "I've been wet since you walked through the door."

He pulled my panties off and spread my legs. His face hovered over my pussy, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. Then his tongue found my clit, and I screamed.

He ate me like he was starving. His tongue was everywhere – circling my clit, dipping inside me, licking up and down my wet folds. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made my hips buck.

"Oh my God," I moaned, fisting my hands in his hair. "Ethan, yes. Fuck, yes."

He was relentless. His tongue worked my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me, fast and deep. I could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in my belly.

"Don't stop," I begged. "Please, don't stop."

He didn't. He doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers curling harder. I shattered, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me. My thighs clamped around his head, and he kept going, prolonging the pleasure until I was trembling.

"Shit," I panted. "That was incredible."

He crawled up my body, his face glistening with my wetness. "We're just getting started."

He positioned himself between my legs, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He was huge – I could feel it, thick and hard, already dripping with pre-cum.

"You're so big," I breathed. "Ethan, I didn't know..."

"Surprise," he said, grinning. "They're not all hiding for nothing."

He pushed inside me slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every bit of him. I gasped as he filled me, stretching me in a way that was almost too much but exactly what I needed.

"Fuck," I moaned. "You feel so good."

"So do you," he said, his face buried in my neck. "So tight. So perfect."

He started moving, slow deep strokes that hit a spot I didn't even know existed. His hips rolled against mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Harder," I begged. "Fuck me harder, Ethan."

He did, his pace quickening. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with my moans and his groans. His hand found my clit, rubbing circles that pushed me toward the edge.

"I'm close," I gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

I did, screaming his name as my second orgasm crashed through me. He kept thrusting, letting me ride out the pleasure.

He pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. His hand pressed down on the back of my neck, pushing my face into the pillow.

"Look at you," he said, his voice full of wonder. "Look at this perfect pussy taking my cock."

He thrust inside me from behind, and I cried out. He was deeper this way, hitting spots that made me see stars. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust.

"Watch," he commanded. "Watch me fuck you."

I looked back over my shoulder and saw his thick cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy. The sight was obscene, beautiful, absolutely fucking perfect.

"Fuck," I moaned. "That's so hot."

"You're so hot," he said, spanking me lightly. "So fucking hot."

His pace was relentless. He was pounding into me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I was a mess of moans and gasps, completely undone.

"Harder," I begged. "Please, harder."

He slammed into me, and I came again, sobbing his name as my walls clenched around him.

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, facing away. I guided his cock to my entrance and sank down, and we both groaned.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You look so good from behind."

I started riding him, bouncing on his cock, looking back to watch his face. His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted, his hands gripping my hips. He was lost in pleasure, and I was the one doing that to him.

"That's it," I encouraged. "Look at me. Watch me ride you."

His eyes found mine, and I saw the raw desire there. His hand came up and grabbed my ponytail, pulling me back as he thrust up into me.

"Fuck, Anya," he groaned. "I'm close."

"Not yet," I said. "I want to try something else."

I slid off his cock and reached for the lube in my nightstand. His eyes went wide when he saw what I was doing.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm sure," I said. "I want you to fill every hole. I want to feel you everywhere."

I handed him the lube, and he coated his cock generously. Then he positioned himself behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my tight asshole.

"Go slow," I instructed. "And use your thumb in my pussy."

He did. His thumb found my wet pussy and pushed inside as he pressed his cock against my ass. He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, and I screamed into the pillow.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried. "Yes, yes, yes!"

He stretched me open, filling my ass while his thumb worked my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming – being filled in both holes, the pressure, the fullness.

"You feel so good," he groaned. "So fucking tight."

"Fuck me," I begged. "Fuck my ass, Ethan."

He did, his pace slow at first, then faster. His thumb was still inside me, curling against my G-spot while his cock pistoned in and out of my ass.

"I'm going to come," I warned. "I'm going to come so hard."

"Do it," he demanded. "Come for me, baby."

I shattered, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. I squirted, my juices spraying everywhere as I came undone.

He pulled out of my ass and flipped me over. His cock was slick and glistening, and I wanted to taste him.

"Let me," I said, pulling him toward my face.

I took him into my mouth, tasting myself and lube and his pre-cum. He groaned, his hand tangled in my hair as I sucked him deep.

"Fuck," he breathed. "I'm going to come."

I looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and I didn't stop. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to swallow every drop.

He did, his hot seed flooding my mouth. I swallowed, licking him clean, and he shuddered above me.

We collapsed onto the bed, tangled together, sweaty and satisfied. He held me close, his lips on my forehead.

"I can't believe that happened," he said, his voice soft.

"Believe it," I said, snuggling into his chest. "Because it's happening again."

He laughed, a warm, genuine sound. "I hope so."

"Ethan," I said, looking up at him. "I've wanted you for so long. Not just your cock. You. All of you."

His eyes softened. "I've wanted you too. I never thought you'd notice me."

"Trust me," I said. "I noticed."

He kissed me, soft and tender. "I love you," he whispered.

I felt my heart swell. "I love you too."

We fell asleep tangled together, his cock still inside me, sweaty and satisfied and completely, utterly happy.

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