Today was my birthday. The moment I woke up, my manhood was already standing at attention. As I fantasized about making love to my idol, reaching the most exquisite peak of the dream, my mother’s voice cut through the air: "Wake up! You're going to be late!"

Disturbed from my heavenly vision, I scrambled to get dressed. Without even stopping for breakfast, I rushed off to school. Checking my watch as the campus came into view, panic set in; there were only five minutes left before class began. I sprinted toward the teaching building. The classroom was on the fifth floor, and we were still two hundred meters away. I couldn't afford to be late on my very first day of university—especially since the professor of this course was notorious for taking attendance at the very start. To save my precious credits, I had to cover that distance and climb five flights of stairs, hoping to shout a timely "Present!" just as my name was called.

I ran so hard I felt like a blur. Finally, the hallway was in sight, and the stairs were just ahead! A triumphant shout escaped my lips as I tore toward the staircase at lightning speed. But suddenly, a young girl's scream pierced the air. A split second later, I slammed into a soft, fragrant body. She let out a delicate cry of surprise as we both tumbled, and she landed flat on her back.

Rubbing my aching head, I started to apologize, but the words died in my throat the moment I saw her long, milky-white thighs peeking out from beneath her short skirt. She gasped, catching her breath, and as she fell, her skirt naturally rode upward. My gaze traveled effortlessly along the smooth expanse of her thighs, straight toward the junction of her legs. In the fleeting moment before she hurriedly pulled her legs together, I caught a glimpse of something incredibly erotic and tender—the soft, pink petals of her sex.

She wasn't wearing any panties! My blood rushed to my head, and a nosebleed nearly erupted.

"Ugh... so annoying! That hurt!" she moaned coquettishly. Her slender fingers brushed away the imaginary dust as she naturally smoothed her skirt back into place.

"I'm so sorry! Truly sorry!" I stammered, helping her up. As she rose, a faint, intoxicating feminine scent drifted into my nostrils.

Did she know I had discovered her secret? I stole a glance at her, only to find her eyes searching mine. She was breathtaking—a true beauty. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she had an angelic face with crescent-shaped eyebrows, a straight nose, and luscious red lips. But most captivating were her eyes; they were sultry and soft, hinting at a hidden wantonness that contrasted beautifully with her innocent face.

When our eyes met, a rosy blush bloomed across her cheeks. Her gaze seemed to turn even more liquid and moist, though she tried to maintain an air of innocence. She knew! This little beauty, who looked so pure on the outside, must have been playing too hard the night before, because she was not only running late, but she was so flustered she had forgotten her underwear.

I couldn't help but let my eyes wander to her chest, thinking lewdly: *Is she not wearing a bra, too?* Her breasts were exceptionally full; her tight top clung to her skin, emphasizing her devilish curves. As I helped her stand, the neckline dipped, offering me a clear view of the snowy, firm, and rounded swell of one breast. My eyes were practically glued to her. How had I missed such a sexy goddess during freshman orientation?

Just as she stood upright, her legs seemed to give way. "Oh!" she gasped, her soft, voluptuous body collapsing into my arms. Immediately, I felt the pressure of her heavy breasts squeezing against my chest. *Holy crap—is this a dream?* My manhood could not contain its excitement; it surged hard against her lower abdomen.

She pushed herself away, casting a lingering, sultry look at me. "So annoying..." she whispered. She picked up her books and hurried toward the classroom. It took me a moment to snap out of it before chasing after her. "Wait! What's your name?"

Without stopping, she looked back and teased, "I'm not telling you! I'm late!"

"Damn it!" I yelled, breaking into a sprint. But it was too late; I watched her dart into the fifth-floor classroom like a graceful little deer. By the time I arrived, panting and breathless, I was met with the dissatisfied gaze of the professor in glasses, who had just closed the attendance book.

Dejectedly, I walked into the room, only to see the pantyless beauty from before smiling at me. The lecture hall wasn't very crowded, and she was sitting in the very last row, with the seat next to her empty. Freshman were still quite cute; most were scrambling for the front seats like they were in high school, but since she was late, she had to take the back. Many boys clearly wanted to swap seats to be near her, but with class in session, they didn't dare.

Looking at this angel-faced girl with a devilish body, I sat down beside her without hesitation. She gave me a surprised look before turning her attention to the blackboard, pretending to study intently. I didn't hear a word the professor said; my entire focus was on her. A faint, sweet fragrance radiated from her. Leaning on the desk, I hid behind my upright textbook to steal glances at her. From my angle, her long, pale legs were slightly crossed, with the hem of her skirt covering only two-thirds of her thighs. Those bare legs were incredibly sexy, but knowing there was nothing beneath that thin fabric made them feel profoundly erotic. As I imagined the soft, curling hair, the wet, tender nectar of her flower, and her snowy, bare buttocks, my manhood rose high and hard.

She stared at the blackboard, seemingly oblivious to my leering. However, the way her breathing grew slightly shallow and the faint blush on her cheeks told me she was merely pretending. Acting on impulse, I scribbled a note and passed it to her: *“Did I hurt you when we bumped? So sorry, it wasn't on purpose.”*

She glanced at me and scribbled back: *“It hurt a lot~~ How are you going to make it up to me?”*

*“Want me to accompany you? How about tonight? (^^)”*

*“So annoying~ Who wants you to accompany me? I want compensation~”*

She didn't get angry at my teasing, which meant she had a good impression of me. I continued my assault, using sweet words and clever banter to make the little beauty shower me with flirtatious glances.

Through our note-passing, I learned her name was Angel. *Angel... just like her name.* As expected, she couldn't stop giggling when she saw my name. *“Leo? Like the lion? Or is it 'Lusty' Leo?”*

*“Not Lusty, just a lover~~ (^^)”*

My reply made her blush even deeper. She shot me a coy, teasing look, the smile playing on her lips sending my blood boiling.

I tentatively moved my leg closer to hers, brushing against her skin. Her body jolted slightly, but she didn't pull away. Encouraged, I pressed my thigh firmly against her long, bare leg. Even through the thin fabric of my trousers, the smoothness of her skin was palpable. She must have felt my fiery warmth, for her gaze turned ambiguous, though she tried to remain composed, even feigning a casual movement of her legs to rub against mine.

*“Are you still a virgin?”* I wondered. Even though she seemed like a wanton little thing, I couldn't resist writing the question. Angel gave me a most seductive look and wrote back: *“Of course!”*

I was skeptical. A girl who didn't even wear panties could be a virgin? She added: *“My family is quite strict. I went to a private elite high school.”*

It clicked. She was likely just as sexually starved as a boy in his prime. Girls from those hyper-strict, elite schools were often pure, but the more repressed the environment, the more deviant the desires.

As I looked at her, the passion hidden beneath her innocent exterior seemed to pulse. I imagined her tender slit was already beginning to weep with nectar. A bold thought took hold, and my hand slid onto her thigh. As my palm met her smooth skin, she shifted slightly, but again, she didn't move away.

Without hesitation, my hand traveled upward, sliding between her warm, elastic thighs... Angel gasped! She thought I was just flirting, but she hadn't expected such boldness. When my hot palm began to stroke the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs, she realized the truth. Her face turned crimson as she leaned over the desk, pressing her hand over mine to stop my "magic claw" from going deeper, letting out a suppressed moan: "Don't..."

Since we were in the very last row, no one noticed my hand was lewdly exploring her. I leaned close to her ear and whispered a warm breath: *"I—saw—everything—just—now..."*

The words acted like a spell, turning her body to jelly. I added something even more explicit: *"Did you—masturbate—late last night—before sleeping?"*

Her sexy, red lips parted as she breathed heavily. My hand finally broke through her defenses, sliding into the crevice of her thighs. My fingers parted her velvet-soft hair and teased the tender, pink petals of her sex.

"Oh..." she let out a choked sound, her body trembling as if struck by electricity. Her rounded buttocks instinctively moved back to escape my touch, but my fingers found the mound of her Venus, caressing her sensitive, swollen nub. At the junction of her labia, my fingertips picked up the sweet nectar she couldn't help but release. In the middle of a sacred lecture hall, under the eyes of the professor and her peers, she was being played so wickedly.

Angel’s cheeks were ablaze. Panting, she scribbled shakily: *"You're so bad! So bad! So bad!"*

Seeing her so undone in public, driven to the brink of lewdness, I spread her plump labia and slid my finger into the warm, wet entrance of her canal. The intense pleasure made her nearly convulse. A surge of hot nectar sprayed from her core, wetting my hand. I heard her muffled moans and noticed a damp patch forming on her seat. I whispered, "Does it feel good?" She glared at me, speechless. I smiled back and whispered, "I want to make love to you."

After a few minutes, she passed a note: *"Time? Place?"*

She looked at me with eyes that were angelic yet incredibly slutty. I replied immediately: *"Tonight. My apartment."*

*"But there's one condition,"* she wrote.

*"Tell me!"*

*"You aren't allowed to touch me during the day!"*

*"OK!"*

We spent the rest of the class chatting like old friends. I learned she came from a wealthy family and lived in a luxury apartment near the school, just like me. We began to talk more easily, though the anticipation of the night ahead made our bodies react. Her face flushed frequently, her chest heaved with shallow breaths, and her eyes grew increasingly watery and lustful.

My heart raced, and my manhood stood rigid. I regretted not setting the time for noon! The minutes crawled by. While she sat there looking perfectly attentive to the lecture, her body was a ticking time bomb of desire.

Suddenly, the sky outside darkened as if a storm were brewing. The bright lights of the classroom flickered and then died. A blackout! Screams from the girls and cheers from the boys filled the room. In the sudden darkness, my heart hammered. Without a word, I wrapped my arm around her slender waist, and a warm, soft body tumbled into my embrace. She let out a soft "mmph" but didn't resist. My hand moved instinctively toward her "peach," finding her trembling and drenched in sweet, slick moisture.

Suddenly, she bit my shoulder. Just as a cry of pain escaped me, her sweet, wet lips pressed against mine.

I pulled her closer, our tongues tangling in a frantic, hungry dance. I lifted her skirt, exposing her sexy, snowy buttocks to the dark as she climbed onto my lap. My hand slid beneath her top, finding her breasts—large, round, and incredibly elastic. They felt divine in my hands as I kneaded them, teasing her hardening nipples. She moaned in my ear, "Ah... oh... so hot..." My hand reached down, unzipped my trousers, and pulled my throbbing rod free from her panties.

The blackout lasted a while. A worker rushed in to say it was a rare local outage, and the professor dismissed the class. However, because it was so dark outside, most students—especially the girls—stayed in the classroom where it felt safer.

But I didn't care about the crowd. Angel's slender fingers wrapped around my entire length, stroking me with rhythmic devotion. She slid her hand up and down, her thumb swirling around the swollen head, her long fingers squeezing the sensitive ridges. My cock was hard as steel, so thick she had to use both hands to encompass it.

She held me upright as her body shifted in the dark. Suddenly, my glans felt a wave of numbing pleasure as it met a hot, wet opening. In an instant, my entire length was encased in a tight, scorching, velvet sheath. I groaned in ecstasy.

Angel gripped my shoulders, her rounded hips slowly descending. Her tight, wet vagina pulsed around me, gripping my shaft with every inch. She let out a sharp gasp, her body tensing as she felt the unmistakable sensation of her virginity being breached. A surge of triumph rushed through me. "It hurts..." she whimpered. Holding her plump hips, I pushed forward relentlessly, forcing my way through her maidenhood until the head of my cock reached her very core. She let out a long, suppressed cry of release.

The sounds of students chatting just feet away provided a thrilling backdrop to our secret act. In the boundless darkness, my cock was buried deep inside her most intimate, wet sanctuary. I lifted her hips, coating my shaft in her nectar, before pulling back and thrusting deep again, feeling the rhythmic undulations of her walls.

The impact made her nearly collapse against me. Every time I bottomed out, she would convulse, her lips biting tight to stifle her moans. The thrill of public sex was intoxicating. In the darkness, my senses were heightened, focused entirely on the friction and the wet, slapping sounds of our union.

My relentless pounding drove her to the brink of madness. She couldn't help but cry out a few times, but the classroom was noisy enough to hide our passion. Her walls were incredibly tight and hot, milking me with every thrust.

The sensation was too much to bear slowly. My primal urge to conquer took over. Angel began to moan shamelessly, "Mmm... oh... honey... so good... you're killing me..."

With a low growl, I lifted her and pressed her onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. I drove my thick cock into her sweet slit, bottoming out with a heavy thud. Even though she was well-lubricated, the sheer force made her cry out, her fingers digging into my back.

I gave her no respite, delivering a storm of thrusts. Each stroke went from the very tip to the very base, the wet slapping of our bodies echoing in the dark. I pulled her top up, kneading her heavy, bouncing breasts. The intensity pushed her over the edge; she began to spasm, her nectar drenching her thighs. She bit her collar to keep from screaming, her hands clutching my back muscles as her hips began to thrust rhythmically against me.

"Faster... deeper... ah... mm..." she pleaded. Outside, a torrential rain began to fall, the roar of the storm perfectly masking the rhythmic *slap-slap-slap* of our bodies. Angel suddenly tightened around me, her legs locking around my waist, her nails digging into my flesh. "Don't stop! Harder! Faster!" she wailed in a whisper. The contractions of her vagina were immense, squeezing my cock so tightly it felt like an electric current was running through me.

Gritting my teeth, I gave one final, powerful burst of energy. As my cock hammered into her, her gates of ecstasy finally swung wide! She bit my shoulder hard, a dying moan escaping her. The pain distracted me just enough to let the pressure build. Her walls pulsed with incredible suction, pulling at me as if to demand everything.

Angel opened her mouth, her breath a hot, dizzying mist in my ear: "Shoot... give it to me... your seed..."

Her body gave one last convulsion, and her core sprayed a warm jet of nectar against my sensitive head. The pleasure was overwhelming. As she slumped against me, my cock throbbed inside her, and with a low roar, I pulsed thick, creamy jets of semen deep into her womb. We kissed frantically, our tongues entwined like serpents, tasting the sweetness of our shared passion.

After a moment, I slowly withdrew from her swollen petals. We quietly dressed in the dark. Angel leaned into my chest, letting me soothe her. As I packed my things, I brushed her hair back. Even in the dark, her face must have been glowing with post-coital bliss. I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

She let out a soft "mmph," looking thoughtful. "What is it?" I asked. She shifted, burying her face in my chest and guiding my hand to her waist, remaining silent. I held her, breathing in her scent, lost in the softness of her body.

Finally, she looked up and gave me a soft kiss. "Will you... walk me home to my apartment?"

"Of course. It's so dark and rainy out. Wait—didn't you say you were coming to mine tonight?"

I chuckled. "We can continue tonight!"

She blushed and gave me a playful punch. "Maybe not!"

"Why not?"

She leaned into my ear and whispered, "It was my first time... it hurt a little!"

I accepted that easily. As my hand brushed her full breast, I whispered, "Then when can we do it again?"

"Well... will you be my boyfriend?" she asked softly. "I'm not just any girl, you know."

"Absolutely," I replied. *Thinking of the virgin blood still clinging to my cock, how could anyone say no to a girl this beautiful?*

She beamed and kissed me again. "Do you know why I wasn't wearing panties?"

This had been bothering me. Why would such a beauty go pantyless in university? "Because... all my panties were stolen by a pervert!"

I realized then—she was playing the part of the blushing maiden perfectly. Hearing her act so coquettishly in my arms made my manhood stir once more. I pulled her close. "Alright then! Tonight, when we go to my place, I'll buy you a whole dozen new pairs."

"Nooo~" she teased, squirming in my arms. "I'm not going!"

"Why? Don't you want new panties?" My hand slipped between her thighs, finding the lingering, slick moisture of her desire.

"I'll buy them myself... If I go to yours right now... you'll kill me... just like you did just now... several times, I thought I was actually dying..." she whispered. In the dim light, her face was a beautiful, glowing crimson.

I laughed, knowing the little beauty was completely mine. On my very first day of university, I had found my first girlfriend—and claimed her most precious treasure in the middle of a classroom.