"So, what do you have in mind?" asked Xavier.
"Well." Elena rose from the bed, leaving his side, and settled onto the sofa beside it.
"You mentioned you liked soft things, and I once caught you glancing at the maids bathing years ago at that gala," she said, resting a finger against her chin in thought.
"My guess is you grow aroused by the sight of wet bodies of voluptuous women" Elena continued, a faint flush coloring her cheeks.
"But that’s only a guess. Nothing confirmed," Xavier replied, already sensing the direction of her words.
"That’s where I can help. I believe my figure is voluptuous enough. We could test whether seeing me bathe stirs you," she said, eyes drifting away from his.
"Would you like to try?"
"Okay. Let’s do it," Xavier answered without hesitation.
Elena’s eyes widened slightly at his swift reply, though she had half-expected it.
"Then follow me to my bathroom," she said, rising. Xavier trailed after her.
"Wait here a moment," Elena instructed as she slipped inside and shut the door. Xavier remained outside.
Few seconds later the door eased open a fraction. Taking it as permission, he entered. Elena stood before him wrapped only in a white towel that strained to contain her full breasts; the edge of the fabric revealed the pink of her areolas, while the lower curve of her backside remained partly visible.
Heat surged through Xavier. His trousers tightened almost at once.
"You should undress and join me," Elena said. "I feel uneasy being the only one bare."
Xavier began removing his clothes. He pulled off his shirt, revealing lean, muscular arms, a sculpted chest, and sharply defined abs. Elena’s gaze never left him.
"I never realized you were built like that beneath the uniform," she murmured in her soft voice.
Xavier offered no reply. He secured a towel around his waist and stepped out of his pants.
"Now what?" he asked, closing the space between them.
Each luxury suite for top students featured a spacious private bath: a washing area and a large Roman-style tub.
Elena stepped into the water and motioned for him to follow. The size of tub big enough to easily hold six or seven people.
She sank into the warm water, resting her back against the edge. Xavier entered and stood only two paces away.
Both of them flushed, their breathing already heavier.
"So... is it working?" Elena asked.
"Perhaps. Why don’t you remove that towel?" Xavier’s hand moved through the water and found the fold of the wet cloth clinging to her breasts.
Meeting no resistance, he drew it away. The wet towel slipped free.
"Mmh." Her full breasts swayed heavily as they came into view—perfectly rounded, nipples erect, areolas a soft pink. Mist clung to her glossy black lips. Her blue eyes met his with quiet anticipation.
Without a word, Xavier took her breasts in both hands, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh with growing eagerness.
"Arghh, Elena..." He closed the last distance between them.
"Nnngh... Looks like it’s working." Her hands settled on his forearms while he continued to caress her.
"Yes, it is," he answered.
"Now that we’ve confirmed your arousal, let’s talk about that treas—" Her words broke off as something hot and hard pressed against her belly. She glanced down and saw the huge bulge beneath his towel.
"Xavier, is that your—" Her grip on his arms loosened.
"Elena, I can’t hold back any longer." One hand left her breast to cup her chin, tilting her face upward. He claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
Surprise flickered through her, yet she offered no resistance.
His other hand slid lower through the water, seeking her pussy. His tongue pressed against her lips until they parted; their tongues met and tangled as pleasure built. He pressed closer, pinning her against the tub wall so her breasts crushed softly against his chest.
In the rising heat her hands found his back, nails leaving light trails across his skin.
Xavier’s fingers located her small clit. He circled it slowly, pressing and teasing until her body answered with small, excited twitches.
"Nnngh... aahn." Elena had not expected him to turn so intense, yet she found she did not dislike it.
In her heart she had always wanted him. He was different from the other boys who postured without real talent. Xavier had always treated her as an equal, as a friend. To her he felt like the best partner she could hope for.
The kiss stretched on. Movement loosened his towel until it fell away. His thick length now rested bare against her belly; she felt its hard heat even as pleasure radiated from his tongue and the steady motion of his fingers on her clit.
"Xavier, wait a moment. Listen to me." She finally gathered the strength to ease him back slightly. Their mixed saliva glistened at the corners of her mouth. Her face burned, her hair slick from the water they had disturbed.
"I can’t stop now." His hand found her waist and turned her in one fluid motion.
Her breasts pressed against the edge of the tub. Her backside rose naturally in that position.
With one hand he parted a cheek, exposing her slick folds; with the other he guided his dick against her.
"It’s your fault for being so damn pretty." The words sent a flutter through her stomach.
In one smooth thrust he sank the full length of his thick shaft into her, easing past the slight resistance of her hymen until he filled her completely.
"Mmmhhmm... aaaahn." Elena clenched her fists, bit her lip, and felt her eyes roll upward at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.
The brief sting of losing her virginity faded beneath the deep, spreading warmth of his dick inside her.
Once his dick rested snugly in her, she could feel every ridge, every vein, the girth and length of him filling her.
Xavier wrapped his arms around her from behind, her breasts swelling between them. One hand found her chin and turned her face toward his, sealing her lips in yet another passionate kiss.
"I will be gentle," he murmured as their lips parted.