Camren smut (g!p)

My First College Hook-up (Camila g!p)

Lauren's POV

Some girl in my geology class blurted out, "Are you high right now?" as class was ending one day. Of course, I was, otherwise I would have delivered the smack upside the head that that kind of lack discrepancy warrants. Instead, I gave a stupid chuckle, "Pffft, no, of course not! Such a preposterous idea had never been proposed."

But I was, and I guess that means I was in with her. Low standards if you ask me, but I'm down. She was cute, a bit juvenile looking, but definitely could have been worse. She wore a snapback cap backwards over her long unkempt brown hair. She had a ridiculous Rasta coloured Adidas backpack that garnered a solid eye roll. Basically, she was cute in spite of herself.

We made our way out of the science building, she was obviously pretty excited to have found a fellow smoker of recreational marijuana. Her eyes lit up, "You should come smoke a bowl with me."

My cheeks flushed. A bowl is a bowl, it's not a marriage proposal. "Yeah that would be fun," I managed.

We set the date for the next Tuesday after class. I didn't know what to expect, the whole friendship deal was pretty lost to me in college. Why not give it a shot and see what comes of it, I told myself.

My throat felt like it was clamping shut at the end of the lecture. My heart pounded and my cheeks were warm. A bowl is a bowl. We met tentatively outside of the classroom and began to walk outside together.

"Alright, lets do this thing." That was the best that I could come up with in a super lame false bravado. She flashed a goofy but mischievous grin and led the way.

We made it the short distance to her apartment, and I was relieved to find that there was nobody else there. I didn't feel like being introduced to anyone as some girl who showed up high to class. The small talk that had led us on our walk had covered the basics, of course she loved console gaming and sublime. Not exactly a revelation, but maybe this kind of thinking was what caused the lack of friends in the first place.

We settled onto her pleather couch and began to make the necessary preparations. I brought out my contribution and we were on our way. There is something sexy about smoking a pipe with someone that you are attracted to. It's like, here, let me put my mouth on this thing and suck it. It's not hard to extrapolate. Or, maybe I'm secretly a freak. Whichever it is, my mind was already wandering from the task at hand, I felt a burst of warmth start in my cheeks and make it's way down between my legs.

She was smarter than her laid back demeanour led me to believe, which was a relief. When my preconceptions got out of the way, she was a pretty cool girl. As we kept smoking, I reflected on how I view people and what that must mean I think of myself. I hid in a shell of insecurity, assuring myself that I chose not to socialize because nobody at my school was worth getting to know. I told myself that everyone was basically a tool who was there on mommy and daddy's dime, which to be fair is only probably true about 70% of the school's population. I seemed to be in the company of a thirty percenter.

We had grown closer and more engaged in conversation as the bowl that we had been smoking turned to ash. I felt a heady sensation and a tingle in my spine, and our knees brushed. I felt like a rush of energy surged through where our skin touched and sent my blood rushing throughout my body. I was sure that my face was crimson, and I felt a wetness and longing stirring under my skirt.

She must have sensed the hesitation and raw attraction that had overtaken me. As my eyes flicked up to hers after being firmly fixed onto a far corner of the floor, she reached over and put her hand around my back and onto my hip. She confidently pulled me closer on the couch, and I felt my lips rush up to kiss her. There was a timid peck, followed by a hungry outburst of passion. She slowly pushed my skirt up my legs and bunched it up at my hips as I turned to straddle her. I felt her underneath the thin cotton of my panties, hard against me. Her hands guided my hips, grasping firmly while I rubbed myself against her crotch. I put my hand through her long hair and felt my breath shorten as we kissed. I was completely soaking wet.

I felt for the button of her jeans with shaky hands. I hadn't been with someone so quickly after meeting them, but I knew that I wanted her. I opened her jeans and pulled her boxers down over her hard cock. Her dick sprung out and I pushed aside the cotton that was covering my wetness. She lifted me onto her without letting go of my hips. I love to be held like that, hands gripping and guiding me. I felt like I was on fire as she entered me. She bounced me on her lap, her dick filling me with every thrust. I leaned my head back and shivered.

"Wanna go to my room?" she asked in a husky tone. I nodded and held her hand as we got up off the couch. I pulled her pants the rest of the way down and slid to my knees to help her out of them. I found myself at eye level with her dick, and leaned forward and licked it from shaft to tip. I swirled my tongue around her head and then took the whole thing in my mouth. She let out a ragged sigh as my mouth tightened around her base. I worked my way up and down her length for a while, licking, stroking and sucking. Then, I stood up and took off my shirt. I unhooked my bra and pulled down my skirt and underwear. She took off her shirt and bra, and I appreciated her slim but defined build. I already felt like it had been ages with a lack of fucking.

We lay on her bed as she studied my body. Her fingers traced the curves of my hips, and closed on my nipple. She gently squeezed and I could help but roll over and start riding her. I pressed my chest into her face and she found my nipple with her mouth and started sucking. I felt her hand travel from my hip to my clit and she pressed there as I rode her. She suddenly flipped me onto my back and her head ducked down between my thighs. My usual thoughts of insecurity vanished as she devoured my pussy. Her hands gripped my ass hard as she buried her face in me. She was good. She worked me like she had a manual, going back and forth on my clit. I felt my legs begin to twitch and then my knees jerked up and I dug my fingers into her hair. Tremors pulsed through me as she brought herself up above me and thrust her cock inside of me hard. I came hard as she delivered thrust after thrust, and then I felt her dick pulse as she came inside of me. That set me off again, and we both pressed ourselves together in orgasm.

And that, is how showing up high to class (not advised) cause a very satisfying orgasm. (advised)