Everet lived at the university. He was working on his scholarship, and was very bookish, and obtained good grades, but Everet had never kissed a hot hot young teen gallery teen gallery.
Everet was not a prude. There were plenty of parties on his floor, and he enjoyed getting drunk or stoned, and having deep-and-meaningful conversations late into the night. These spells of drunken intimacy gave him some feeling of connection with his fellow human beings, and he was content with his lot. But he never seemed to connect with any women.
Then Holly moved on to the floor.
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Holly turned up in the middle of the year, from somewhere up north, judging by her broad accent. She had put her name down early on Everet's table for the mid-year dinner, unseating someone else, and making herself unpopular with the organizing forces in Everet's clique. So, even before she had met anyone, she was on the wrong side of Everet's friends.
She ended up sitting next to Everet. She was tall, and a bit thin, and a bit gawky. She was obviously feeling a bit self-conscious, and no one else would talk to her, so Everet tried to strike up a conversation, out of politeness more than anything. She didn't say much, and soon Everet was having a good time with his usual yabbering with his friends, and he did not give her much thought. She slipped away after the meal, and nobody noticed her passing. Except for Everet.
"She won't like it here," he thought.
He did not see her again until the following evening. Everet was working away on math assignments, when a soft knock on his door disturbed his concentration.
It was Holly. Everet didn't really appreciate the intrusion, but, feeling a small sorry for the new hot hot young teen gallery teen gallery, let her in to sit on the bed with him, the only seat to be had in his tiny room.
Holly had brought her backgammon set. Everet had enough curiosity about his new acquaintance that he accepted her challenge graciously, although he didn't expect to be away from his assignment for very long.
Surprised, Everet found himself enjoying Holly's company. Her earnest, shy manner concealed a quick, dry, wit, and she was a good player. They chattered on, and Everet learnt that Holly had been raised in Cairns, and had until recently been at James Cook. Out of polite interest he inquired about the reason for her switching to UNSW, but she simply let the question hang, unanswered, until he changed the subject.
It was after midnight before Everet realized the time, and, with lectures starting at 8am the next morning, Everet suggested they call it a night. Holly agreed, and reaching over to him, gave his hand a squeeze. Everet was a small surprised at her touch; there was a real warmth in her fingers, and they lingered, and Holly stroked the back of his hand. She looked at him then, with a quiet intensity that surprised him, and he felt a jolt of desire beginning to call to him, to fill him. Softly, she released him, gave him a peck on the cheek, and left him.
The days after that were somewhat peculiar. After her faux pas at the dinner, none of Everet's friends showed the slightest interest in getting any further acquainted with Holly. Whenever Everet sat down at Holly's table at dinner time, she would look a bit awkward, and would clam up. In the end, he rejoined his usual dinner companions, and left Holly to eat very pretty much by herself.
Most evenings, though, there would be that soft tap on the door, and Holly would slip into Everet's room, where they would play backgammon, and talk. During the course of each evening, Holly, seemingly unconsciously, would softly cover Everet's hand with her own. Everet would let her gently turn his hand over, and she would delicately stroke him with her fingers, her fingers tracing quiet patterns on his palm, as if tracing out his life-line.
He came to enjoy the sound of her voice. Although the accent was broad, he appreciated her candour and passions, and began to spend longer and longer moments just listening to her views on life, with that constant pleasure surrounding his hand, and the intensity of her eyes.
These visits continued for several weeks, and Everet grew to depend upon them. He sometimes visited Holly in her room, but this did not feel right: he did not feel unwelcome, but these visits did not create the sense of a new space in his life that her visits to his room had begun to open.
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To Everet, tonight seemed an evening like any other. A long stretch of conversation, coffee, and backgammon stretched in front of them. As usual, Holly had taken possession of Everet's hand. The simplicity of Holly's actions belied the deliciousness of her touch. Tonight, Everet found it hard to concentrate on the game, and after losing several, he gave up. He found Holly was staring at him, focussed on him, and he found himself examining the quiet intensity of that gaze. Everet thought he saw a flicker of something, perhaps triumph, and she continued that gentle stroking.
It became a magical moment for Everet. For the first time in his life he felt settled, centred, as he stared into those green eyes, that strong face. Everet was surprised that this lanky, awkward hot hot young teen gallery teen gallery had become an object of desire, yet he found himself gazing at her, content in her company, as her gentle caresses stirred his feelings as nothing else ever had in his life. His erection blossomed inside his jeans, but he could pay the discomforting tightness small heed. Only as he suddenly realized that Holly was a potential hot hot young teen gallery teen galleryfriend, did he begin to see that their relationship had already acquired a strength and permanence that scared him quietly witless in its intensity.
"You know, Everet, since I first saw you, I have felt a connection with you, with your soul. Let me feel it, Everet, let me touch you, let me caress your soul."
Her hand gently moved up his arm then, never losing contact, delicately tracing up his arm, leaving a pleasant tingling as it passed. As it reached his temple, she moved over to him, straddling him, sitting in his lap. Her hands began gentle, circular motions, to relax him, to quieten him. She brought her lips close to his, and Everet, expecting a kiss, closed his eyes. But Holly just continued to massage his face, and synchronized her breathing, letting warm air fill Everet as he breathed in, and taking his air as he breathed out.
"Let me hold your soul in my hands, Everet, let me hold you. Just let it out of your mouth, and I will hold it, I will protect you, I will warm you"
Everet was smitten. He did not really believe in souls, certainly not in souls that could be pulled out of his mouth, but Holly's delicate attentions were having an undeniable affect on him. As Holly's hands made a cup around his mouth, he slowly exhaled, and imagined what it would feel like, were she really able to steal his essence so completely.
Holly smiled then, and, as if she were trapping a small mouse, she raised her hands to her lips and gently blew warm air into the space. At first, Everet felt shivers down his spine, but then a warmth began to suffuse through his body, and he could feel his own love and affection for this amazing woman, already so new to him, being supplemented by a worshipful adoration.
He reached around her, and held her, and laid his head on her chest. He felt her slowly closing one of her hands, closing it tight, and she gently stroked his hair. Everet's heart was racing with desire, with passion, but he did not want to move, did not want this moment to change, did not want this moment to end.
After a time, Holly whispered, "Let's go to bed"
They both stood, and, somehow, while still holding each other, they managed to get undressed. As she unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind to remove the unnecessary bra, he could not help but stare at her pink nipples. Soon he was openly staring at the dark wisp of hair peeking out from under her black lacy panties. As these, too, disappeared, Holly smiled at him.
"You know, this is the first time for me, too..."
As they enfolded themselves in the doona, Everet let himself be enfolded in her arms. Her soft breasts, although not substantial, felt deliciously feminine against his back. Her flat tummy warmed him, and her long legs crept between his own and, twining around him, kept him immobile. He had never felt flesh so soft, so warm, so comfortable.
With gentle caresses, Holly let one of her hands steal down his chest, down his stomach. She gave a small sigh of appreciation as her hand enfolded his penis, which had attained a considerable hardness, and commenced a gentle pumping. Everet could do small except bring one of his own hands behind to cup the softness of her bottom, and attempt to draw her still closer to him.
Her other hand was still closed in a gentle fist.
Holly brought it up to her lips, and, again, she breathed warm air around its contents.
Everet felt a burst of ecstasy as he imagined himself being inside of her, penetrating her, possessing her.
Inhaling, she drew into her lips whatever she had been holding so tightly. Her pink tongue licked her full lips as she rolled it around inside. As her hand continued her moist pumping around his manhood, she made a show of running her tongue around her mouth. Imagining that his very essence was inside her, the pleasure of her hand around his penis became all-encompassing as he felt himself caressed and constrained all around.
As his hips began to strain against her, she held him tight against herself. He made small grunts as he tried to move, as he tried to reach his peak. She hardly let him move, with her legs held fast around his own, one arm around his chest, and the other hand pumping him, filling his world with pleasure.
With a scream of release, Everet came, long jets of semen jetting from his cock. He had never known such intensity. As the pulsing subsided, Holly continued to milk him.
"I love you, Everet," she whispered, mouth still full.
Then she swallowed.
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