I’ve told you some college girls stories, but this one was very much a college girls gone wild story.

For me, a college girls gone wild story is one that involves rambunctious, unapologetic sex in crazy situations, and this story fits that.

Before Ellen and I became friends, we were in the same statistics class together. She and I sat next to each other, and it didn’t escape her notice how I often wore low-cut shirts and high skirts during testing days. She didn’t seem to like it much, being short with me. Eventually, it devolved into some serious name-calling on her end.

But I knew most girls well enough to notice how she blushed when she saw me dressed that way. It wasn’t hard to pick up on how she would sniff the air as I walked past her in the new VS scent. So I suggested being partners on a statistics presentation, and we exchanged phone numbers.

Ellen didn’t seem too keen, but I sent a couple of text to let her know I was serious about being her partner. Just… I was serious in being a partner in another way with her, too. The next day I took a photo of my skirt, just a little flash of panties, and asked her opinion about their height.

What’s the point of such high skirts? It looks like you’re asking anyone to rub you off.

That’s what I’m going for, Ellen, I texted her back.

She did not respond. I was worried I had lost her until she texted me to meet her in the library at 3 pm, saying she wanted to work on the project where nobody would be lewd. My response indicated I’d be lewd anywhere, anytime, for anybody.

I thought she’d want some privacy, but she wanted to meet on the third floor of our five-floor library. I found her in the shelves, in front of the staircase, and I sat next to her. “So what is our project on?”

“How to behave well,” she scolded me, huffing as she flipped a page in our textbook. “You’re all talk. You’d never do that sort of stuff-”

“Watch me.” I started unbuttoning my shirt, twisting in the direction of the stairs.

Ellen’s eyes went wide. “There’s a staircase right there!”

“More people to ogle me, Ellen.” I gave her a wink, popping my breasts out and shaking them in a manner fitting of one of those college girls gone wild shows. “Unless you want me all to yourself?”

Ellen’s face was beet red. Turning, I bounced my tits at her, crawling over our lounge chairs until I was in her lap. “I mean, Ellen, if you want to touch me, you get first dibs…”

Smack.

Gingerly, I reached out to where Ellen smacked me on the face. For a moment, I worried I went to far. Yet when I looked Ellen’s face was full of the want I’d suspected. Ellen was mad, yes, but also red-cheeked and highly aroused.

“You need a lesson. Stay like this, and don’t move.”

She waited. Oh, how she waited. Minutes passed. My tits were out in the open and suddenly I became worried about having someone come up and see us. “Ellen-”

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she told me and pinched one of my nipples. “You wanted to be seen, so if somebody sees you, enjoy it.” I squirmed around under her touch, rubbing my pussy on her leg, hoping she’d take the hint.

Instead, she moved her face to my ear.

“Naughty,” she breathed, and oh, that sent such heat down my stomach. I nodded. “Look at you. Just a little slut who needs using, huh?” She smirked and her fingers began tracing up my skirt. “Why don’t you give everyone a show, huh? Let them see how much you need to be fucked.”

I hid my face in Ellen’s neck, pleading with her to make me cum.

Her fingers began to stroke my pussy on the outside of my panties, and I panted in her ear as she spoke lowly to me. “Just like a bitch in heat, huh?”  

I whined, gyrating my hips onto her fingers, wanting her to move past my panties. “Please, Ellen, please,” I mouthed into her neck, and she chuckled.

“All of your dressing up was for me,” she murmured. Then, her fingers slipped in past my panties, finally rubbing my clit. “Anyway, Elise. You and I have a project to finish, so go ahead and cum on my hand. We’ll do more once your head is clear.” Two fingers gripped my clit, hard, and I gushed all over my thighs and her leg.

Once my breathing was calm, I turned around. Had anyone had come up the stairs? Though I searched, I couldn’t find anyone new. The stair was still empty. So, I moved back into my seat, pulling out my own statistics textbook. “Did I miss anyone?” I asked, and Ellen only grinned at me in response. To this day, she never told me if anyone saw us, with her fingering me in her lap.

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