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The sexy foreign exchange student

Erotic fiction inspired by Amelia Gin in “Liforma

Back when I was still living at home, but starting college, we had a foreign exchange student staying with us. Amelia was from the Ukraine and I was crushing on her, hard. We were the same age, and she was so cute and exotic, tall and blonde, that I couldn't get her out of my head.

She hung out mostly with my sister. They were both on the volleyball team and Amelia was very athletic, always running or practicing; sometimes she shot hoops with me. She was quiet but friendly, and still working on her English.

There was really only one way to get her out of my head, and that was to give in and jerk off over her until I could think clearly again.

One Saturday morning, no one else was around. Amelia got in from her run and headed straight for the shower. Feigning that I was sleeping in, I tiptoed into the girls' room and there were her sneakers, her sweaty black yoga pants flung on the bed, and thrown carelessly on top, her black panties. I snatched them up quick and slipped silently back into my room, dark with all the shades drawn. I flopped back on my bed and admired my find, damp with her fragrant perspiration.

I drew in a breath and her lively, girlish scent set off a cascade of tingly pleasure, which landed in my boxers with an instant boner. Nothing else I could do but get myself off, so I draped those exquisite, still warm, filmy panties over my face so I could inhale her scent with every breath. I was thinking about her tight buns climbing the stairs, how she smiled gratefully when I explained some American slang, showing her how to shoot a jump shot correctly, her soft sighs when I gave her a back rub after a hard practice, those shy, pale blue eyes...

Then my door popped open and Amelia was yelling, "Greg! Do we have any more shampo-" I jerked up at her shocked silence and wide eyes.

"Hey, Amelia! Out of my room!" I tried to push her out the door and cover my package at the same time but she jammed her foot in the door and burst in.

"Greg what the fuck! Are those MY panties?" She held them up accusingly.

"Ah shit." I had nothing to say so I turned to the wall, my face beet red.

Quiet for a minute. Then softly, "Greg, look at me." I shook my head, twitched when she touched my shoulder. I peeked and she was looking at me anxiously. "Greg, don't be angry. I'm not mad at you." She blew a wisp of hair off her face. "Look, I have these feelings too! We can't, you know... but maybe… we could fool around?”

I nodded enthusiastically, hardly able to believe it, and Amelia dropped her towel. The object of all my lustful fantasies was standing right there in front of me, stark naked! We sat on the bed and our lips met in a long, luscious kiss.

Amelia’s hand slid down to my hard cock and wrapped around it, stroking gently. She bent to lick it, her warm, wet tongue exploring. With her steady stroking, it was a little too much, too soon.

“Hey, let me do you,” I said, my hand moving between her legs. Her smooth slit was very wet on my fingertips and her lips spread open as I caressed her. Shivering a little, she watched my fingers stroke and flick her clitoris, then turned to me and we kissed again.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, rotating her slim hips to grind her wet folds up and down the length of my boner. I gazed into her eyes, revelling in the wet warmth and the way our bodies fit so well together.

Her hips were moving to an irresistible rhythm now, and although I knew I shouldn’t, I guided my cock to the right angle to slide inside her, and she sank down on it, engulfing me with her heat. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in surrender to the blissful sensation.

She started raising herself up and down the length of me, and we fell into a slow, sensuous rhythm. My senses were filled with her, the aroma of sex and sweat and perfume, the sight and sound and feel of her. And then Amelia gave in to her climax, curling over me and gripping with her thighs, calling out in soft moans, squeezing me with her pussy, now liquid and slippery.

I was close, getting very stiff and ready to blow, so I lifted her off me. She grabbed my boner and stroked me until I came, spraying her from tits to thighs with my sticky jizz.

“Now I really do need a shower,” she grinned, kissing me briskly and sashaying out of the room, leaving me dazed and asking myself… Did that really just happen?

 

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    Notatorytosser 14 minutes ago

    Absolutely gorgeous.

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    Deltagamma 1 hour ago

    Ciao NVKM, stanotte sono più stanco del solito a causa di una giornata lunga e impegnativa, ma mi sono preso almeno il tempo necessario almeno per leggere i tuoi messaggi con le tue considerazioni, mai banali e sempre interessanti e approfondite, che meritano almeno un eeew
    Risponderò meglio domani..
    Buona Notte e a presto!

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    Casey 2 hours ago

    What a glorious swipe-mate...

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    jack69is1 2 hours ago

    Spectacular newcomer. Welcome Avery, and thank you for sharing your stunning beauty with myself and the Metart community.

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    VictorDj4 4 hours ago

    Thanks for the information.

    I've looked up the pics from Nika on the toilet. They are very cute and arousing.

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    A Morous 4 hours ago

    Divine intervention is suspect here. This young beauty has blessed METART with over a dozen sets, shot by multiple artists, and not one bounded off the path of righteousness in pursuit of the siren Creative Genius. It turns out that goal is reached as a team at METART. For those of us grateful gazers who explore both north and south of a young goddesses hips, we were taken aback by the gentle lines and feminine grace, time and time again within this collection of sets. Kenya's beautiful long legs and slender, elegant arches were given fine tribute. I feel Kenya is good for another forty sets, so celebration of success shall be focusing the camera lens upon this beauty once again.

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    NEWVERYKINKYME 4 hours ago

    Riguardo me: non lavoro più in fabbrica da quasi un anno...un posto orribile e assurdo popolato da spregevoli omuncoli...e sono completamente libero...che bello!
    Ho sposato l'Arte.
    Dispongo di tanto tempo per scrivere.
    Sto studiando lingue.
    Lo so che sei affaticato...puoi solamente leggere i miei scritti; sono contento così.

    Ciao e alla prossima.

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    NEWVERYKINKYME 5 hours ago

    Riguardo il tuo nome d'arte...non era difficile; la chiave di tutto era il Delta...
    Sei l'unico che ci scrive così tanto...come mi scrisse kilroy...un bravo ragazzo, ma è troppo rigido nei giudizi.
    Mi ha risposto Luca Helios e Rylsky...più avanti scriverò ad Albert Varin...in Russo...mi scriverà un giorno qualcosa.
    I fotografi russi sono incredibili!
    Mi rivolgo quasi sempre agli Artisti e cerco sempre di sostenerli dal punto di vista psicologico...
    un raggio di Sole che trafigge e rischiara le Tenebre.

    Buon Riposo.

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    NEWVERYKINKYME 5 hours ago

    Ciao Davi,

    Rieccomi nuovamente.
    Tranquillo e sereno...puoi anche rispondermi più avanti...noi siamo sempre qui.
    Ho indubbiamente più stima del Fotografo però il contributo della modella è ovviamente essenziale.
    Riguardo le modelle si potrebbe erroneamente e sbrigativamente pensare:

    E' un lavoro leggero, leggero...è anche bello farsi fotografare...tanto fa tutto il fotografo..."

    Invece se pensiamo e valutiamo più attentamente...
    una Modella dovrebbe continuamente rispettare una dieta e aver cura del proprio corpo,
    eseguire esercizi fisici quotidiani per mantenerlo tonico, scegliere e acquistare abbigliamento adeguato e in sintonia con il Set, saper eventualmente e indipendentemente utilizzare svariati mezzi pubblici per trasferirsi anche all'estero, conoscenza almeno della lingua Inglese per comunicare con il fotografo e non da ultimo saper posare e interagire con il medesimo...e altre cose importanti che sicuramente ho trascurato...
    Quando la giovanissima Veselin si è recata negli Stati Uniti per lavorare si è ritrovata per diverso tempo completamente sola...un suo eventuale problema rimaneva un "suo" problema; il fotografo avrebbe potuto risponderle freddamente "problemi tuoi!"
    Vediamo che ...non è così semplice come potrebbe sembrare.
    Dipende a che livello si lavora.

    E cosi per il fotografo..."basta un click!"...e non è assolutamente vero.

    Ho cominciato a fotografare e subito ho incontrato innumerevoli difficoltà tecniche...dovrei intraprendere un serio corso di Studi per conseguire dei risultati soddisfacenti.
    Esistono dei metodi e degli insegnanti che aiutano...ma alla fine non ci sono strade facile da seguire.
    Alcuni commenti negativi mi fanno sorridere nella loro bonaria ingenuità..."e smettiamola con queste foto in bianco nero" , altri sono sconcertanti...per esempio valutano un disastro un meraviglioso Set.
    Sarebbe un grave errore non inserire le tue foto originali che ti contraddistinguono per dare credito a giudizi espressi da persone completamente impreparate dal punto di vista artistico.
    Mi dispiace per loro se non sono in grado di apprezzarle...in fin dei conti è un loro problema.
    ma non devi farti condizionare da tutta questa negatività...devi andare avanti!

    Gli artisti non vanno criticati; vanno compresi.

    In fabbrica sorpresi un metalmeccanico servirsi di uno scampolo di tessuto recante un meraviglioso motivo floreale per rimuovere il grasso in eccesso cosparso su una macchina...o di ritorno da un viaggio in Grecia..."mah, c'erano solo vecchi ruderi all' Acropoli di Atene".
    E' pazzesco, è pazzesco!
    Chissà cosa direbbero dei tagli nelle tele di Lucio Fontana...non riuscirebbero mai a comprendere l'idea potente, dirompente e rivoluzionaria che sostiene il semplice, banale gesto.
    Ma io vi comprendo tutti, profondamente e perfettamente!

    Ciao.

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    Hipshot13 6 hours ago

    The face says pixie, the body says WOMAN! the two together is delightful! That face could melt the coldest heart and that body could ignite a raging fire in ones very core!
    I for one, think the blond pixie cut is really fantastic and really fits her. The contrast between the the messages given off by her sweet innocent face and her smoldering hot body is mind bending!

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