Greetings, readers!

I am writing this series of smut to fuck with my good friend Patrinya (obviously not her real name). This story contains explicit sexual activity, so don't read if you're not up for that. This is my original work. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is *purely* coincidental... Enjoy!

The adventures of Patrinya Chowdacurry

Chapter 1- fuck you Trump

*Note: Donny's full name is Donald

Let me introduce you, dear reader, to Patrinya. Yes, I know, tis a strange name. In fact, as you may have guessed, I don't actually know anyone actually called Patrinya (at least at this point in time). However, this is a story about a real girl, and these things *really* happened to her. (I mean they definitely weren't made up by her friends who then refused to let said "events" go for the next year or so).

Anyway. Patrinya. Patrinya was a girl who attended a girls school. Before these events, she prided herself on the fact that she did not know nor socialise with any male specimens from her school's brother school- she was very proud and impressed with herself for this one point. But some events came about (I really can't be bothered to tell of them), and one day, she was voluntarily forced into the company of many such male specimens. And though she whinged and bitched in the beginning, she soon came to enjoy their company very much. In fact, I think it's time to introduce our first supporting character. Now this creature's name is Donny, and, to be perfectly honest, I know next to nothing about him. However, from what I've seen and heard of him, he seems to be pretty shy when it comes to sexy times, so I reckon Patrinya will have to take control this time- but apart from that, I don't know. However, luckily, I don't need to know much, because this is my fanfiction, and in this particular fanfiction, Donny and Patrinya are going to get up to some very naughty things. Very naughty indeed… ok, enough of setting the scene- let's get to the sexy times…

Donny was having a perfectly normal day. He was a little exhausted- he'd had tennis practice in the morning, but other than that, he was feeling just fine. He was passing through his friend Patrinya's school on his way home, humming quietly to himself as he trudged through a hallway. It was relatively quiet here, 'peaceful even', he thought to himself, with the chatter of some sort of dance class fading to a distant hum as he continued on his way. He was just thinking to himself about what an awful coincidence it was that he had the same first name as a certain Mr Trump, when suddenly, he felt a hand clamp around his mouth as he was dragged into an empty classroom. He heard the door click behind him as he struggled to free himself from his captor's grasp, calling on all those years of tennis practice to help his arm muscles actually work for once and release himself from this stupid practical joke. But it seemed his struggle had been in vain, because as soon as the door was locked, the arm released him, and he turned around and prepared to swear at any one of his stupid male-creature friends who had played this horrible prank on him. Which is why he was completely shocked when he turned around to discover… "Patrinya? What the hell?"

"Hello Donald", purred Patrinya, stalking over to the teachers desk, and planting her posterior firmly on its' polished wooden surface. "How've you been?" she continued, leaning forward and swinging her legs gently. It was at this point that Donny realised a few things at once. First, Patrinya had removed her shoes. Second, his eyes seemed to be helplessly drawn to her breasts, which had been pushed forward as she leant towards him, and now seemed almost to taunt him from where they were spilling out the sides of her arms. Which was strange because, to be perfectly honest, Patrinya didn't really have a lot of breast to spill. But it is my fanfiction, so I make the rules. Go away. The third thing, and perhaps the most pressing, that Donny noticed, was that he suddenly had a most uncomfortable boner. lol.

He was also quite confused when Patrinya slid off the desk and started walking slowly, in fact it was more of a prowl, towards him. He noticed the hungry gleam in her eyes. "Patrinya?" he questioned once more, "what are you doing?" He was just starting to feel a tad nervous when he felt someone slide their hand down his torso, down, down, down, slowly, until said hand stopped on his boner. And then rubbed it vigorously. Donny snapped out of his confused daze with a groan. Obviously the hand belonged to the only other person in the room- Patrinya, but before he had the chance to utter even a semblance of a protest, she dove forward and all of a sudden, they were kissing, their tongues swirling and tangling. The kiss was messy, perhaps sloppy even, but it was hot, and Patrinya's hand was still massaging his dick. It felt good, and when they came up for air, Donny did not make a single sound of protest, in fact he did the complete opposite. He found himself looking at the same tits he had been admiring earlier and suddenly, he wasn't nervous anymore- he was working open her buttons, desperate to get to the soft swells underneath. (P.S. if you're ever thinking about writing smut about your friends, however jokingly, please seriously consider your decision because it's really fucking weird) And Donny's desperate disrobing of his friend (guess they're more than friends now, ay?) was just the catalyst- as soon as he had finished, they tore the clothes off each other, until they stood facing each other, panting, in just their underwear. (Btw no Patrinya wasn't wearing sexy underwear- no it wasn't matching, no there was no lace, no thongs, no see through- because she doesn't own any sexy underwear). There was a pause, a moment of calm before the storm, so to say, and then Patrinya was tugging Donny towards her, and they were toppling onto a row of desks, Donny landing almost uncomfortably on top of her.

The hot sloppy kisses made a repeat performance, this time accompanied by some rutting of the hips (things are heating up…) Patrinya could feel Donny's cock grinding against her centre. She briefly considered giving him a blowjob but then decided she was feeling selfish, and wanted him to eat her out instead. Then he could finish himself off later- he was sort of pissing her off today, with his stupid weeb-ing and his motherfucking godawful shit of a first name. So, mind made up, she pushed his irritating face downwards, away from her own, and let out a rich groan as he pulled her bra down roughly and latched onto her breast. Usually at this point in the fanfiction, the guy would be 'tweaking' the other nipple and 'expertly' working his tongue around one etc. etc., but this is a fanfiction about horribly awkward inexperienced males, and as such, Donny had no idea what the fuck to do, so he just sorta tried to copy what he had seen in that one porno. (Tbh he probably wasn't very good). Nonetheless, Patrinya was not too much of a bitch, and it was at least somewhat enjoyable, so she made the appropriate sounds [insert groans, moans, sighs, etc.]. Donny ran his hands up and down her sides while she tangled her fingers in his hair, and pushed him further down (after all, she wanted to get off, and she had to go home and beg to be invited to the engineering seminar that was on next week, so she didn't really have time for too much foreplay).

Here's where Donny's nerves came back full force. You see, being a relatively young male creature, he had never in fact seen what around these parts was called a 'vagina' in real life. But YOLO, right? So he lowered his face slowly between Patrinya's legs, trying not to think too hard about what he was doing. It smelled… musky… but not in a bad way, and suddenly (I've definitely said suddenly too many times by now), Donny was ready. He hooked his thumbs into her waistband and slid her last remaining article of clothing (technically she was still wearing a bra but we'll ignore that part for the moment) down her legs, throwing them off to the side. Patrinya shuddered as the cool air hit her nether regions, and Donny peeled apart her outer lips and gave a tentative lick. Patrinya moaned as her head dropped back onto the carpet, and she spread her legs wider, pulling Donny's face further into her folds. (Btw I'm writing this at 6am in the morning, which is why I'm writing this at all cause I'm just numb right now I barely realise what I'm doing) Donny still had no idea what the fuck he was doing, but he just kept licking and licking and in the back of his mind, a small part of him was asking what the fuck he thought he was doing but the rest of him was mostly like fuck it cause this is hot. She was wet and hot and now Donny was the one moaning, as he reached a hand down and released his dick from the confines of his boxers, wanking it slowly. Patrinya, however, was getting impatient- Donny was obviously not yet good enough to get her off particularly quickly, and she really did need to get home so that she could beg several of her friends to let her come to that engineering seminar. And so she reached down a hand and rubbed her clit roughly, drawing Donny's attention. He did apparently have some brains left, and he deduced that this little nub Patrinya was rubbing must be a pleasurable spot for her, so he pulled her hand off and, experimentally, pressed his tongue where it had been.

"Fuckkkk," groaned Patrinya (who, by the way, didn't really swear all that much on a daily basis), as her fingers tightened in his hair "fuck fuck fuck yesss", her breath starting to come quickly, and her toes starting to curl. It was at this point that Donny, in a very abnormal spurt of genius, decided to reach a hand up and fumble around and search for Patrinya's nipple, locating it eventually and twisting it in his fingers, and, with a soft cry and a groan, his face was soon soaked with her juices, as she came undone. Donny decided that now it was his turn, so he stood up and moved towards Patrinya's face, but sensing his intentions, she muttered "oh fuck off"and pushed him away from her. I mean, he was alright, but he wasn't that good; and besides, she was still pissed off about his shitty piece of crap first name. So Donny was left to finish himself off manually, which he did so… all over the teacher's desk. Patrinya groaned at his idiocy and shot him a look that clearly said 'you're a fucking imbecile and I hate your first name', before standing up and pushing him towards his discarded clothing, as she pulled her own garments on.

It was only after she had shoved Donny's irritating self out the door, and was getting ready to leave herself, that she remembered something. Why has it been cool air that had hit her when she had been disrobed by her… lover… I guess… No but seriously, why? After all it was after a school day, and the classroom should have been stuffy, so why wasn't it? Patrinya turned slowly with mounting horror to stare at the completely open windows… And she noticed Jason standing out in the quad, mouth hanging open and hands over his crotch, who, as soon as he noticed she had seen him, fled rapidly.

She debated cleaning up after Donny, but decided that she really needed to go home to beg about that engineering seminar. Not to mention figure out what she was going to do about Jason…