colegiala follada: Stunning Best Experience

So this colegiala follada thing happened last semester, and honestly I still think about it when I’m lying in bed at night. She was this girl from my lit class, always in the back row with her hair in a messy bun, and one night after a study group everyone else bailed and it was just us. We were sharing a bottle of cheap wine, talking about nothing, and then she just looked at me different, you know? That look. Next thing I knew we were on her roommate’s couch, her skirt hiked up, and she pulled me on top of her, whispering in Spanish that she wanted it like that, from behind, slow at first. The whole thing felt so real, no cameras, no acting, just two people who’d been circling each other for weeks finally giving in. The smell of her coconut shampoo, the sound of her breath catching every time I moved, the way she grabbed my wrist when I tried to go faster. Afterwards we just lay there laughing, half-dressed, and she made me promise not to tell anyone. I never did, until now.