1. April's Secret


    Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: College Sex, Author: seeker4, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Stepping out of the lecture hall, I took a deep breath and then yawned. Two hours of political science with Dr. Tom Evans was a very good way to bring on the afternoon yawns. The guy could probably make sex boring. “Hey, Ross. How goes it?” sang out a cheerful female voice beside me. I turned with a smile to see my friend April standing beside me. “I need caffeine,” I groaned. April chuckled. “Me, too. Was it just me or was Evans even duller than usual?” “No, it wasn’t just you,” I sighed. With a laugh, we headed for the café in the Modern Languages Building. It was a rather small place but had a nice selection of teas and we were both tea drinkers. Settling into a corner couch with our mugs, we chatted quietly about school. “Got another class after this?” she asked. “Yeah. Latin. Wellington is tough but that beats dull as dishwater.” April rested her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes. “I have Philosophy next. What I really need is a fucking nap.” My eyes were studying my friend intently. April was a pretty brunette. Her hair was cut short in a rather cute pixie cut. She was tall, almost my height, and slim. Perhaps her most noticeable feature, though, was her breasts. They were large, almost too large for her slight frame, and very nicely shaped. I felt guilty for the amount of time that I spent looking at April’s breasts but my friend never seemed to mind. She didn’t go out of her way to show them off or anything. It was just that there wasn’t much she could ...
    wear that would not show them off to some degree. Even loose, baggy clothing seemed to succeed in draping them enticingly rather than hiding them. “I hear you. It’s been a rather long week.” April opened her eyes and looked at me. They were a deep brown and often had a twinkle in them but there also seemed to be a sadness somewhere in behind them. “What are you doing for the weekend?” she asked. “Working. Two term papers coming due.” “Are you free tonight at least?” “I can be. You want to do something?” “Clayborn is at Halliwell’s tonight. Want to join me?” Jazz was one of the common interests that had brought us together in the first place and local sax virtuoso Spike Clayborn was a favorite of both of us. “I can go for that,” I answered without hesitating, “Meet there?” “Sure.” The club was not very busy as I entered to the tune of a delicate saxophone solo. Glancing at the stage, I saw that Spike was with his trio rather than the full band. It had been a while since I had seen Spike and even longer since I had heard his trio. I was still not too sure what to make of this unexpected night out with my friend. Was it a date or just hanging out together? As I slipped into a corner booth, my mind was juggling answers to that question. I was always happy to spend time with April but part of me really wanted it to be a date. The connection between us had been strong from the start but had grown stronger, at least from my side, in recent months. My friend’s entrance caught me off ...
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