I was sitting in my college dorm room, the smell of old books and cheap beer lingering in the air. The window was open, letting in the crisp fall breeze that carried the distant laughter of students enjoying the freedom of college life. I was absorbed in my studies, trying to keep up with the relentless pace of assignments and lectures, when there was a knock at my door.

Opening it, I found a gorgeous blonde standing there, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of shyness and determination. "Hi," she said softly, "I'm Layla. I live down the hall. I was wondering if you could help me with my calculus homework?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Sure, Layla. Come on in."

She stepped inside, her scent of vanilla and fresh laundry filling the room. She was petite, with curves in all the right places, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She sat down on the edge of my bed, her notebook in hand.

"So, where are you having trouble?" I asked, sitting next to her.

"It's the integrals," she said, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. "I just can't seem to get them right."

I started to explain, our faces inches apart. I could feel her breath on my lips, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her. But I held back, not wanting to scare her off.

After an hour of studying, she finally understood. She looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much, Ethan. I owe you one."

"No problem," I said, my voice low. "Maybe you can repay me in another way."

She raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Oh, really? And what way is that?"

"With a kiss," I said, leaning in closer. "Just to make sure you really understand the lesson."

She laughed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

It was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I deepened the kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our breaths mingling.

I pulled her closer, my hands running through her hair, her body melting into mine. She let out a soft moan, the sound sending blood rushing to my cock.

I could feel it growing hard, pressing against her.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She let out a gasp, her hands running through my hair. I unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her soft, creamy skin. I licked and sucked on her nipples, one hand running down to her pussy, stroking her through her jeans.

She was wet, her pussy throbbing with desire. I unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her legs, along with her panties. I licked my lips, looking at her glistening pussy. I dived in, licking and sucking on her clit, her moans filling the room.

I could taste her, smell her arousal. It was intoxicating. I wanted more. I wanted to feel her tight pussy around my cock. I stood up, unbuttoning my pants, my cock springing free. She looked at it, her eyes wide with lust.

I climbed on top of her, my cock poised at her entrance. I pushed in slowly, her tightness enveloping me. She let out a gasp, her nails digging into my back.

I started to move, slowly at first, then faster, deeper.

"Fuck, Ethan," she moaned. "Yes, fuck me harder."

I complied, my cock slamming into her, our bodies moving in sync. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside her.

"I'm going to cum, Layla," I grunted. "I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum."

"Yes," she moaned. "Cum inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me."

With a final thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her pussy with my hot cum. She let out a cry, her own orgasm ripping through her body.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I pulled out, my cum dripping out of her. I licked my lips, wanting to taste her again.

"That was amazing," she said, her voice soft.

"Just wait," I said, a devilish grin on my face. "We're just getting started."