Preparing For The Midterm

During spring midterms week of my junior year at college, my girlfriend, Hannah (whom I wrote about in "Getting Off With My College Girlfriend"), found herself getting quite stressed about one particular exam - psych statistics, in her words "a VERY tough course..." - so I joined her in her dorm room for some last minute cramming/quizzing before the test. After we finished studying, I stood and went to retrieve my backpack. I leaned down to pick it up, and when I straightened up, I felt Hannah come up behind me and gently slide her arms around me. "Thanks for the help," she said, and I could hear in her voice that she was nervous. "I wish I could just skip past the next hour and a half and already be done with it." "It's just one test. You know the material. You'll do fine," I said in an attempt to reassure her. After a moment of silence, she asked, "How about a morale booster before I go?" With that, her hand made its way to my crotch and started to gently massage me through my jeans. Within seconds I was hard. Still, I found it within myself to glance at my watch. "Your class starts in, like, twenty minutes, and its a long walk over there," I said. "We don't really have time for sex, do we?" I heard her chuckle behind me. "We can be quick," she said breathlessly before spinning me around to face her. "And sex isn't quite what I had in mind," she added before kissing me. Her tongue tapped my lips and I allowed her access; her tongue sought out mine and we were soon swirling around each other. As we kissed, Hannah undid the buttons on her jeans and pushed them - and her panties - down to her knees. Then she broke the kiss and got to work on my belt, unfastening it and then unzipping my jeans before pushing them down. I finished the job by sliding my boxers down, which revealed my hard cock to her. She broke our kiss and brought one of her hands up to her mouth, where she applied some saliva to it. Then she reached for my cock and spread the wetness around my shaft. Still holding onto my dick, she turned herself around so we were basically spooning standing up. I moved to place my hands on her hips, but she grabbed my left hand and put some of my fingers into her mouth. She sucked for a moment, then brought my hand down to her pussy, placing my wet fingers over her clit. As she began to jack off my cock, she threw a look over her shoulder at me. "Well, start moving your hand," she said. "You know what I like." Yes, I did. I worked my fingers around the area of her clit in circles, gradually moving tighter and tighter until I was rubbing her clit with increasing intensity. Her breathing started to become more pronounced, and little moans began to rise from her throat. For my part, I was already close to my orgasm. Hannah was jacking my shaft in the way I most enjoyed: hard and fast, wasting no time. I found myself involuntarily thrusting my hips into her ass. Feeling this, she then took the initiative and, instead of continuing to jerk me off, she began to rub my cockhead (now leaking a ton of precum) into the flesh of her ass. It felt awesome. My fingers moved frantically over her clit. I briefly stopped to allow my fingers to probe her pussy; she was incredibly wet, so I drew some of that moisture back up to her clit and pinched. "Oh, god!" she exclaimed as I went back to frigging her clit with my fingers. "Keep going. I'm so close. So close." In seconds, I felt her body tense, and in her building pleasure, she drew her hand away from my cock to grab onto the wall for support. I continued to hump her ass, my cock sliding in between her cheeks. "Yes! That's it. I'm cumming!" she said as I kept my fingers moving in a blur over her clit. I brought my free hand down and cupped her pussy lips, which were now dripping with her fluids. She grunted, and then her muscles went limp. Taking this as my cue, I began to slow my fingers that were working her clit, gradually bringing them to a stop. Hannah looked back at me, her face giving off a lusty, satisfied glow. "That was so good," she said, then lightly chuckled. Seemingly noticing for the first time that I was essentially fucking her ass crack, she again looked back at me. She asked, "Are you close?" I nodded. "Very," I said. "Good," she said. "Back up." "What?" I asked, perplexed. "Just trust me," she replied. I did as she asked, and then she took a couple of steps over to the bed. I watched as she toed her sneakers off her feet, revealing them to be bare. Almost in a reflex action, I began to stroke my cock. I continued to watch as she knelt on the edge of her bed, allowing her feet to stick out with her bare soles pointed upwards towards the ceiling. Again, she looked over her shoulder at me. "I want you to finish on my feet," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye. Since I had told her about my mild foot fetish, we had done some sexual things that vaguely involved her feet, but this was the first time she had openly asked for something like this. "What?" I asked. "It's alright. I want to try it," she responded. "Hannah... you really don't have to," I said, as my hand began to jack my cock with increasing speed. She smiled, and said, "I want to. And I know you've wanted to, but have been afraid to ask. So just let go, it's okay. Cum on my feet." I decided not to argue with a good thing. I moved over to her and started to work my shaft with everything I had. The head of my cock would occasionally bump against one of her soles, leaving a stringy trail of precum behind. In seconds, I felt the pressure building within my cock. My body tensed, and with a few more frantic strokes, my orgasm exploded through me. "Yesssss," was all I managed to grunt out. Cum shot from my cock with hard contractions that felt incredible. My load streaked the soles of both her bare feet; it wasn't the most cum I'd ever produced, but it was enough to almost completely coat her feet. "Feels nice," I heard Hannah say as she watched from over her shoulder. My load was spent, but my cock continued to spasm with aftershocks of pleasure. I released an uneasy breath as I slowed my jacking to a stop, still savoring the fantastic orgasm I'd just had. "Did you like that?" Hannah asked me. "Oh, yeah. I did," I said, as an almost childish giggle escaped from my lips. "I'm glad,: said Hannah. "I think it's kind of sexy." That's when I saw the wheels turning behind her eyes. With a slightly raised eyebrow, she reached down for her sneakers, careful to keep her cum-covered soles facing upward. Then, I watched with a mixture of disbelief and mild arousal as she very delicately slid her shoes back onto her feet, cum and all. Once secure, she flipped over and pulled up her jeans. "What was that about?" I asked. "Now you'll be with me for the rest of the day. Sort of, anyway. Its kind of comforting." After a second, she blushed, and said, "God, I'm getting turned on again already. It's so taboo!" she added, excitedly. Only half-kidding, I said, "That could ruin those shoes, you know." She waived off my concern, then stood and tenderly kissed me. "Thank you for helping me relieve some stress. I feel better," she said before quickly pecking my lips again and pulling away. I couldn't believe that she would so freely and enthusiastically indulge my fetish, but her genuine and affectionate smile at me as she reached for her backpack caused my heart to pound in my chest. As silly as it sounds given the very kinky circumstances, I think that was the moment I first realized I was actually in love with her. We quickly went our separate ways: she to her midterm, and I to help a friend move from one apartment to another. A couple days later, we found out that she got an 'A' on the exam, and Hannah again "thanked" me for my help in calming her nerves... but that's a story that can't be told on this site!