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Chapter 10: Daniel University Days

Sarah was his first college experience, a brilliant physics major he met in a quantum mechanics seminar at MIT. She was petite at 5'2", with wild, curly brown hair that tumbled like dark chocolate waves down her back, framing a face dotted with faint freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes, deep emerald green, sparkled with intellectual curiosity and a mischievous glint that made classroom debates feel like foreplay. From a storied Boston Brahmin family, she carried herself with effortless poise. Her voice, a soft lilt with a hint of New England accent, turned husky when she whispered equations or endearments. Sarah's body was lithe and athletic from years of competitive fencing. She had firm, small breasts that fit perfectly in Daniel's large palms, nipples hardening to tight peaks under the lightest touch, a narrow waist flaring into hips that swayed with subtle grace, and skin that smelled of fresh citrus shampoo mixed with the earthy sweetness of her favorite vanilla-scented candles. She was intellectually ferocious, often challenging professors with razor-sharp questions. That same intensity translated to her affections: eager to explore, unafraid of vulnerability, yet patient with the awkwardness of youth.

Their relationship unfolded slowly over eight months, building like a carefully plotted algorithm. There were study dates in the dim glow of library lamps, the scent of old books and coffee mingling with faint floral notes of her perfume. Her knee brushed his under the table, sending electric jolts up his thigh. Those sessions evolved into tentative kisses on her dorm futon, rough and worn fabric against their skin, her lips tasting of peppermint gum and the salty tang of late-night snacks. The air thickened with anticipation, her breath quickening as his hands explored the soft curve of her back under her MIT sweatshirt, fingers tracing the ridge of her spine until she shivered and pulled him closer.

The first time with her was awkward and tender. They lay together in her narrow dorm bed under a threadbare quilt that smelled faintly of laundry detergent—clean and crisp—and the warm vanilla from the candles flickering on her desk cast dancing shadows across their flushed faces. Daniel was nervous about his size, his cock already straining against his boxers, the fabric damp with anticipation and throbbing heat. Sarah was determined and curious, her small hands trembling slightly as she peeled off his shirt to reveal his broad chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down to his navel. She kissed her way down, her breath hot against his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat as she tugged down his pants. She gasped softly at the sight of him—long and thick, veins prominent beneath flushed skin, the head glistening with a bead of precum that she tentatively licked, savoring the musky, slightly bitter flavor that made her own arousal pool between her thighs.

She guided him in missionary, her legs parting slowly, the room filling with the intimate scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, like ripe peaches in summer. Daniel hovered over her, his weight on his elbows, forehead pressed to hers as he nudged the broad head against her slick folds, the heat of her entrance enveloping just the tip in a velvet grip that made him groan low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Slow," she whispered, her breath hitching, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his skin as he sank inch by careful inch, the stretch burning sweetly for her, her walls fluttering and clenching around the intrusion, each vein dragging against her sensitive inner flesh like a textured caress. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping him was almost too much. He had to pause several times, buried halfway, his cock pulsing inside her, her juices coating him in a warm, slippery sheen that dripped down to his balls, the air heavy with the wet, squelching sounds of their joining.

Once fully seated, balls-deep with the base of his cock grinding against her clit, they moved slowly with long, deliberate strokes that made her gasp each time he bottomed out, the impact sending ripples through her body, her small breasts jiggling softly, nipples brushing his chest hair in a teasing friction. Her moans were soft and breathy, starting as whimpers that built to keening cries muffled against his neck, her breath hot and ragged, tasting of her earlier gum as she nipped at his earlobe. Daniel's own breaths came in deep, controlled inhales, the scent of her hair, citrus, and vanilla, filling his senses as sweat began to bead on their skin, slick and salty, bodies gliding together

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