Vincent had been struggling in his psychology course in college. That is what led to him befriending Britney. She had been having a hard time as well, so they began to study regularly together to try and pass the course. Vincent had noticed how beautiful Britney was right from the outset. The way her long, dark hair cascaded like a black waterfall down her neck. The way she giggled when he told a joke always left a warm feeling in his chest. Her playfulness only seemed to heighten the delightful sexuality of her body. Her breasts had a certain perkiness and her ass had a certain bounce that could draw in any man's eye. Of course, Vincent knew passing the course was more important at the time, so he tried to ignore his growing sexual desires.
Ultimately, they both passed the course, Britney with a solid "A," and Vincent skating by with a "C." In fairness to him, his mind would sometimes focus more on Britney than studying.
Though Britney was more focused on studying, now that it was over, she realized she would miss Vincent. She was so stressed about passing the class, she often overlooked her own desires for him. Thinking back, she realized her eyes would sometimes glance down from her book at his muscular legs and trace them up to his thighs. A dirty thought would sometimes enter her mind as she wondered if those legs helped with his thrusting power.
As they sat in the cafe together, Vincent said, "I appreciate all your help with the course. I wouldn't have passed it without you."
"I could say the same thing," Britney replied, "Some of my friends and I are going to the county fair. Did you want to hang with us?" She thought inviting him to a group event would be less awkward then straight up asking him out.
Vincent absolutely did, but feared coming off to eager to go would be bad. "Sure," he shrugged, "It might be fun."
Vincent felt proud of himself for coming off as aloof. Britney began plotting how to take advantage of this opportunity.
Later on, Vincent walked up to the entrance of the fair. He spotted Britney and his eyes widened. She was wearing a very revealing outfit. She had tight jean shorts showing off her smooth legs, and the shape of her nice ass. Her dark green crop top also accentuated her breasts. Even her friends were peaking at her. As they made plans for what to do at the festival, Vincent's eyes couldn't help but study her curvaceous and sensual body.
Britney felt a certain level of pride in eliciting such attention from Vincent. It made her feel bold enough to try something else.
She asked Vincent to ride the Ferris Wheel with her.
He nodded and said, "Y-yeah sure." Vincent cursed at himself internally for letting his voice shake when he responded.
The two of them walked over to the Ferris wheel and sat in their seats. Slowly, their seat started to ascend up the wheel.
"I'm glad you are here with me," Britney said, "Rides like this make me nervous." She put her arm around him and rested her head on his chest. She hoped he would take the subtle hint she was giving.
Vincent found it silly that anyone could find a slow ride like the Ferris wheel scary. Was she using this as an excuse to cuddle up to him? He decided to take a chance. He tilted her head up and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue entered her mouth and danced with her tongue as his hand slid from her shoulder to inside the top of her crop top, rubbing her breast.
A blush appeared on Britney's face as her hand began to rub his muscular thigh. It slowly moved further up and rubbed the hardened bulge in his pants. Vincent moaned into her mouth as she touched it. She unbuttoned his pants and reached inside. She pulled out his hardened c*ck and began to stroke it, the view obstructed from their being so high up and in the box of the Ferris wheel.
His finger played with her hardened nipple a little before removing his hand from his shirt. He then reached in between her legs and began rubbing her p*ssy from outside her shorts. He unbuttoned them and, mimicking her move, slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked her bare p*ssy.
They broke the kiss and began to breathe heavily in between moans. She began to stroke his c*ck faster as her other hand tugged gently on his ball sack. His two fingers rubbed aggressive circles around her clitoris before he pushed a finger inside her p*ssy. He would twist it around in her, exploring the walls of her p*ssy before pushing a second finger inside.
Soon, their hands began to move simultaneously. He would thrust his fingers in and out of her p*ssy in perfect harmony with each time her hand pumped his throbbing c*ck. "I'm going to c*m soon," Vincent said.
"Good," Britney said, "I want to taste it." She stroked his c*ck fervently until he shot his load. Her fingers caught his web of semen and she licked it clean, swallowing his seeds.
As she licked her fingers, she moaned loudly as he thrusted his fingers savagely into her p*ssy. He felt her p*ssy walls spasm as she orgasmed from his touch. He pulled his hand out and sucked his fingers clean.
As the ride slowed down to the stop, they quicky fixed their respective outfits as they exited, both with a goofy smile on their faces.
