Robert Howell was perhaps the icon of virginity, at 20 he had never been kissed, never been in a relationship, never been intimate with anyone, and never partaken in anything he labeled not cool. He attended community college while living with his father in order to cut down on living expenses and maintained a healthy lifestyle of video-games and masturbation. He stood at a moderate 511, weighing a little less than 140lbs of unrefined muscle with an odd tinge of straight, very dark black hair. He had a thin frame with long fingers and arms, and a penis that while flaccid measured 2 inches and his erect 5 was no more impressive. His best friend Chris, oddly enough, was nothing like him. At 6 foot and 180lbs he was all muscle, with arms and legs of iron, being well endowed he hung a modest 5 inches soft and a respectable 9 erect. He was the ladies man for sure, if Robert had ever seen a girl wandering the campus within the next few days that same girl would be in Chriss dorm often times naked. Chris also had no sexual boundaries and was content to share his sticky lovin with anyone, no matter what they had between their legs. Throughout the time Robert had known Chris he never envied him and often times just laughed off Chriss sexual achievements. The relationship between the two guys was healthy and stayed strictly platonic, Chris never had any interest in Roberts sex life, or rather solo life, other than constantly hounding him and occasionally mocking him for his celibacy. On a bright summer afternoon Robert and Chris found themselves walking as usual, down the block separating the college and Roberts fathers home. You getting along okay with everyone being gone for the break? Robert asked with sincere interest. Yeah, Im doing well enough; its kinda nice to have the place to myself, other than Ryan still taking up space. Chris responded blandly. Ryan? You mean the dude you room with, seriously? I thought he would have been out of there by now, because, and no offense, you are just obnoxious and hes on the verge of being like me. Robert said. Yeah, well, weve talked about it and he refuses to go anywhere, something about his homeland tradition of sticking to something even if it was a mistake, crazy European or Asian or whatever he is. Chris said. After two years you never actually asked him where hes from? I thought I had poor social skills but seriously, you might like him better if you got to know him. Robert said. Chris looked up, No, I have in intention of asking him anything about where hes from, my luck Ill get some speech about culture and respect and blahblahblahblah no, but thanks for suggesting. As they reached the corner of the block they turned onto the path leading into housing. They reached the door and Chris slid a card-key under a scanner. Why are we going to your place? Robert asked. I dont know, my legs just took me here, maybe Ryan is upstairs, you can say hi, and you two will get along, for sure. Chris said as he pushed the door open. A blast of icy air hit the two as they walked inside and turned to walk up a flight of stairs. Their footsteps echoed through the carpet-less corridors and hallways as they moved closer to Chriss room. Here we are, a home fit for a student with little to no money. I still dont understand why we have two separate keys to get inside the damn building. Chris said as he turned the deadbolt and walked inside. Oh my .what the hell..? In front of Robert and Chris stood the most perfect, round ass known to man, bending over a sitting Ryan clearly hard and work on something. Whats going on here? Chris asked, his eyes glued to the lady. Ryan turned his chair around as the woman beside him stood up and looked in the same direction, Oh, Christopher I had no idea you were going to be here so soon I was just working on some applications and registrations and paperwork things, you know .I had someone from my homeland come by, shes filled all this out before, very smart, will get me the best results. Robert and Chris could have cared less about Ryan; their eyes were glued to the rich, golden skinned princess standing beside him. Her pristine black hair ran down her shoulders like running water into her cleavage fully revealed by the purple, loose, jewel encrusted shirt. Her hips, and thighs melded perfectly with the skin-tight jeans, revealing every curve and line, displaying them in a glory only amplified by removal. Robert stepped forward and walked quickly across the room. Where you going buddy?! Chris asked with a look on his face as if Robert were committing a crime. Without stopping Robert muttered bb bathroom and vanished behind a thin wooden door. Once inside Robert grabbed himself and sat down on the toilet. Her body, her tits .god so perfect damn it not here man not here he thought to himself, clenching, trying to hold back the oncoming erection. He bent his head over and breathed deep, looking down at the disgusting floor and cracks in the tiles leading straight to the cheap door in front of him. He sat quietly, trying to distract himself by pointing out things in the bathroom: a disgusting toothbrush on the floor, an almost black shower curta It was no use, he felt himself expand inside his pants and his head graze the silky material his boxers. Chills ran through his body as he unzipped his pants. His five inch dick immediately flew upwards. Robert grabbed it and began the ritual so familiar to him. Up and down, up and down god it felt so good, all he could do was picture her face, her body, her ass even better as she stood somewhere outside the door. He pumped harder, trying to be silent as the toilet beneath him began to squeak. *Knock Knock Knock* Robby? Are you inside here, are you well? The rich, unknown accent of a woman drifted through the plywood door as the knocks rang in his head like a gong. Terror gripped him as he remained silent, continuing to work himself Come on, come on! He stood up; clenching himself, waves of pleasure ran through him as the door opened. Everything was moving in slow motion as a jet of cum launched forward a face appeared in the doorway the jet got closer and closer and with a wet, sloppy sound, landed directly on the lips of the goddess in front of him. The second blast arched lower and splattered on her shirt, dripping down to her navel. The following cum simply dripped down onto the floor, the splashed echoed and rang as shame filled Roberts body. The now cum soaked girl walked forward and closed the door behind her, looking into Roberts eyes, almost like she was staring through him. I ..oh god ..Im .Im .shi shit sorr Before the words could even leave his mouth, a finger fell over his lips. Silence, she said in a cold, yet rich tone, her finger sending waves of heat through Roberts body. She took her other hand and clenched it around his scrotum, her nails digging into the back of it, the heel of her hand crushing his now small and sticky cock. Robert squirmed and writhed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He felt his knees and legs turn into jelly, unable to support his weight. She leaned into his face and whispered, If you ever spill your seed again, may this life have mercy on you. Robert collapsed to his knees and fell to the floor as she released him, the last sound he heard was that of a shitty door being closed.