It's been a while since I posted, so here's something new. Part 2 to follow shortly...
College Girl Ball Busting
Chapter 1 – Part 1
Tony let himself in from the heat of the afternoon and stood for a moment in the cool of the narrow hallway breathing a sigh of relief that the first day of his civil engineering degree was over, and he’d survived it without making a fool of himself. Being the only mature student in his class made him feel like some kind of freak, but he’d got through it, and actually he’d even managed to enjoy the lectures. Finally he felt he was doing something worthwhile with his life.
Trotting down the hallway to the cramped little kitchen at the back of the shared house, it occurred to Tony that it was oddly quiet. For the whole weekend since he’d moved in it had seemed like the heavy metal music thumping out from the big downstairs room had never stopped. Presumably that meant Charlie and Melissa were out somewhere; and he was pretty sure he’d heard his upstairs neighbour, Amanda, talking on the phone about having a seminar all afternoon. Great – he had the house to himself. If there was one thing that was going to be harder than being a mature student, Tony figured, it was going to be getting used to sharing a house with other people – especially people half his age – after so many years of having his own space.
His shelf in the elderly fridge still contained two of the six beers he’d bought the day before – irritating that the other four had vanished, but at least they’d left him something. He cracked one open and headed up to his room, wondering if there’d be enough hot water for a shower. He could really do with a hot shower to go with his cold beer. Hell, even if it turned out to be a cold shower it would still be a welcome pleasure. Tony dumped his bag on his narrow bed, stripped off his heat-sticky clothes, and scooped up a towel from the back of his desk-chair. Wrapping the towel round his waist, just in case he was wrong and someone else was in the house after all, He padded barefoot down the landing and threw open the bathroom door.
It was as he stepped through into an unexpected cloud of jasmine-scented steam that Tony remembered something vital he’d been told over and over again by his house mates; the lock on the bathroom door was really dodgy. It was fine if you tried the handle carefully, but one good shove and it simply gave way. At the same moment it became all too apparent that Amanda was not at her seminar at the university. Clearly having just stepped out of the shower, she was standing with her slim, athletic legs braced slightly apart and a towel stretched across her back. The position of her arms holding the towel to dry herself pushed her small, conical breasts up and out; hard pink nipples pointed right at him. The short-cropped fuzz of bright red hair on her head matched exactly the colour of the fiery, untrimmed bush above her pussy; but, Tony couldn’t help noticing, she was meticulously shaved between her legs, exposing a fold of delicate pink labia protruding from the pale slit of her cunt.
For a frozen second that felt like an eternity, Tony stood and stared open mouthed at his wet, naked, nineteen year-old housemate, while his brain turned somersaults trying to work out how to react. Amanda, however, needed no such time.
‘What the fuck?’ She screamed, dropping the towel and making no attempt to cover herself. Before Tony could even think to react, Amanda strode across the bathroom, shoved Tony with both hands back against the half-closed door, and drove her hard, slender right knee up into his groin.