Revenge for a Friend Pt. 01

Alright, let's start with me. My name's Vlad, but my friends call me Vladik. I'm a decent guy--not exactly a gym rat, but not a twig either. I'm on the shorter side, which is why my friends joke, "All you gotta do is breathe near a pull-up bar, and you're good." I'm in my second year of university, and let's just skip the details about the city.

So, it's September 1st. The freshmen--or "first-years," as we call them--are moving into our dorm. Guys will get this right away, though I'm sure plenty of girls were scoping out the newbies too. And me, being a regular dude, I went to check out who got assigned to our floor.

"Dude, imagine we go downstairs and it's just a bunch of guys," I said.

"Ha-ha, yeah, and we're just standing there, looking at each other like, 'You seeing this?'"

"Nah, I'm sure there's gotta be at least a couple of hotties."

"Yeah, just don't fall in love, man. Keep it casual."

"Ha-ha, 'keep it casual'? Who even says that anymore?"

With banter and laughs like that, we headed down to the first floor where the freshmen were filling out paperwork. As we weaved through the crowd, we were scanning the room, checking out who was moving in, exchanging glances with each other. You know how it is--guys just get each other's looks. Some of the guys were already helping girls carry their bags upstairs. Let's be real, we all know they weren't doing it out of the kindness of their hearts. And then it happened. I was mid-glance with my buddy when, out of nowhere, this girl appeared right in front of me. She was shorter than me, and it was like she just materialized out of thin air. I bumped into her, and she fell. I stood there, watching her drop, lying on the floor, yelling at me for not watching where I was going, calling me names. But in that moment, the world just froze. I stared at her like an idiot, completely mesmerized by her beauty.

She was like the girl from my wildest dreams: slim legs, a perfect waist, just the right amount of curves for her height. Her face was soft, with full lips, a cute little nose, and these deep, endless eyes that radiated innocence. She was dressed simply--biker shorts and a fitted tank top--but she looked absolutely stunning.

Her voice snapped me out of my trance:

-- "Ugh, seriously? You could've at least offered to help! You just pushed me and stood there like an idiot. The people in this dorm are something else," she said, glaring at me.

I, finally snapping out of it, started mumbling:

-- "Sorry, I... I kinda spaced out. Let me help you with your bags?"

-- "Oh, wow, finally! No, thanks. Learn to watch where you're going," she snapped, pushing past me and heading for the stairs.

A guy nearby chimed in, shoving his bags into my hands:

-- "Hey, man, don't take it personally. She's just... intense. But hey, help me out instead." He added with a smirk, "Her ass is fire, though. Too bad she's my sister."

I stood there, not saying a word, watching her walk down the hallway.

-- "Ha-ha, what, you like her? Take the bags to room 914," the guy said, laughing.

I didn't say anything, just carried the bags, muttering under my breath:

-- "Whatever. She's so tiny anyway."

She lived on the same floor as me, in the next room, so we ended up crossing paths pretty often. One evening, I heard a knock on my door. I opened it, and there she was, holding a cake.

-- "Hey, I... uh... wanted to say sorry for the other day," she said, looking a little awkward.

-- "Oh, it's fine. I was the one who bumped into you," I replied, scratching the back of my head.

-- "Well, I brought cake. Peace offering?" she said, holding it out with a small smile.

-- "Yeah, sure. Thanks," I said, stepping aside to let her in.

Let's skip ahead to the evening when I finally decided to tell her how I felt. Her name was Anya, by the way.

A month had passed, and we'd been getting along pretty well. That night, I decided it was time to confess. Maybe she liked me too? The timing wasn't random--it was initiation night at the dorm, and half the building, if not all of it, was already "well into the party mood." My roommates were away on an internship abroad, so I had the room to myself.

We'd been drinking, talking, laughing, and just hanging out. I kept putting off the conversation, but I finally decided to go for it. To buy myself some time, I said I needed to go back to my room to "call a friend." Once inside, I paced back and forth, trying to gather my thoughts.

But then she walked in. Without thinking, I blurted out:

-- "Anya, we need to talk. Seriously."

-- "Haven't you talked enough today?" she said, stepping closer.

She stood on her tiptoes, leaned in, and started kissing me. Honestly, I was completely stunned, but I'd been waiting for this moment for so long. Without overthinking it, I decided to save the serious talk for later and wrapped my arms around her, my hands slowly moving lower. I grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly. She immediately understood what I wanted and wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to the windowsill, sat her down, and started pulling off her tank top. Once it was off, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

I saw her bare chest, and it was perfect--just the right size, with small, perky nipples. I kissed her neck and behind her ear, my hand gently squeezing her breast, teasing her nipple. She let out a soft moan, her hands pulling at my clothes, pressing me closer. She grabbed my hair and started guiding me downward. I knew what she wanted, and I wasn't about to argue.

I'd never done this before, but for her, I was willing to try anything. I held her waist with one hand, lifting her slightly so her skirt slid off, and "helped" it fall to the floor.

Her hands gently tugged at my hair, guiding me lower. As I moved down, I kissed her chest, nibbling at her nipples, then moved to her stomach. By the time I reached her hips, I could smell her arousal. I knelt down, moved her panties aside, and saw her pussy for the first time. It was beautiful--smooth, with perfect lips and a small, exposed clit.

I moved closer, my nose brushing against her. I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked her. The taste was strange but intoxicating.

-- "Deeper, and don't forget the clit," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Hearing her words, I focused on her clit, sucking it gently into my mouth. I could tell I was doing something right. Anya started moaning louder, pressing my head harder against her. I slid my fingers inside her--she was so hot and tight! My cock was throbbing, desperate to join in.

While my fingers worked inside her, I slowly stood up, kissing her chest and neck. She reached for my shorts, but my hard-on was in the way. I pulled them off myself and stepped closer, my cock brushing against her wet pussy. I loved this moment, and now, with a girl I actually liked, it felt even better. I just stared into her eyes, not moving, my tip pressing against her entrance, ready to slide in.

I started pushing forward, never breaking eye contact. Her expression changed with every millimeter I entered her. It felt incredible inside her--her pussy gripped my cock tightly, as if begging me not to stop. She was so hot! When I was fully inside, I kissed her deeply, my fingers still teasing her clit.

She leaned back, biting her lip as she moaned. I held her waist, watching her body move with every thrust. Her breasts bounced in rhythm, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. This was my first time feeling like this, and I could feel my balls tightening. Her moans were loud--probably loud enough for the whole dorm to hear.

-- "More, more, just a little..." she whispered between gasps.

Her pussy clenched even tighter, and I knew she was close. I couldn't hold back anymore. With one final thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could, coming inside her. I felt her pussy pulsing around me, taking everything I had. At the same time, she came too, her legs locking around me, keeping me inside.

I didn't want to pull out. It felt too good. Her body trembled with pleasure, and watching her like this made me even more turned on. When her orgasm subsided, she relaxed her grip, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me softly.

-- "Put me on the bed, please," Anya said, her voice weak but sweet.

I pulled out, picked her up, and laid her down on the bed. Sitting beside her, I watched her exhausted body, my cum slowly dripping out of her. I was sure now--we were going to be together.

-- "I'm gonna take a shower," I said, kissing her clit one last time before heading to the bathroom.

****

-- "Hey, Ksyusha, it's Anya. You still up?"

-- "Ooooh, hey! If this is about that idiot, you can call me anytime, day or night."

-- "Well, here's the thing... he's really good in bed, and I'm pretty sure he's into me. But, God, he's so dumb--didn't even use a condom. Good thing I'm on the pill."

-- "Him being dumb works in our favor. Looks like the plan's going smoothly. Just don't get too attached, okay? It's too early for that."

-- "Got it. Goodnight."

-- "Goodnight."