My [f] memories of college- [f/m] [f/f]

I didn't follow up with the taxi driver by the way.

I did spend a lot of time on reddit though. My friend Katie's boyfriend, Eric kept talking about it like it was so amazing. I didn't know what to make of him. My other friends hated him, but if he made my friend happy, it was her choice. He was endearing in an asshole sort of way

So I took a look. I was hooked. One aspect of reddit that fascinated me was gonewild. People just, took off their clothes for strangers?

It seemed so dangerous, so exhilarating. I came up with what I considered a tasteful shoot: an artistically posed nude without a face. It would still be easy to recognize my body type if one knew me. Then again, I'm sure there were plenty of tiny full-figured brown girls in the world, but they certainly weren't on the front page.

And thankfully neither was I. I stayed at number 28 for two hours before disappearing, but it was enough.

In a weird way, I kind of wanted the boy who rejected me to see me again and come back to me. Was he even a redditor?

I forgot about it soon enough. I didn't think about the fact that my friend's boyfriend started ignoring me in conversations, or not making eye contact with me. I wondered if I had done anything to make him mad.

I would visit the two of them in his dorm, they'd be holding hands, or cuddling on top of his comforter. My other friend, Leah, would sometimes climb on top and they'd have a strange platonic cuddle pile. They'd ask me if I wanted to join in, but somehow it didn't seem like a good idea. I'd make sure to sit on the other side of the room on the desk chair. It was next to the laundry hamper, and I was surrounded by the heady smell of sweat and musk and used socks.

I was happy with this. I loved my friends, though Katie and Leah seemed to have their own in-jokes and late night Facebook message sessions. Was I just too boring?

Leah was a little bit self absorbed. She was one of those girls who was extremely intelligent, but with a good sense of humor. With her long willowy body and shoulder length dirty blonde hair, she was beautiful too, but I don't know if she knew that. All the boys wanted to dance with her when we'd go out. It would be impossible to find time to talk to her. Leah and I lived next door to each other. We'd talk for hours. Well, she'd talk for hours and I'd listen. And I was happy with that, I could listen to her talk for hours. She was just so knowledgable about music and film.

Katie was the sweetest girl you would ever meet. She was the eldest in a divorced family, so she carried a momma bear attitude from taking care of her siblings. She was skinny and petite, but she had fairly large breasts she was always self conscious of, thought I still envy them.

I was grateful to have friends, and I couldn't beleive the luck I had having friends as great as them.

I remember how our friendship ended.

It was a Tuesday or Wednesday evening around 10pm. Leah and I were getting ready for bed. Leah was wearing a tank top and shorts, no bra. I wished I could be able to do that, it seemed so freeing, but we had a coed bathroom and I was nervous.

I couldn't help but notice that they were lovely, perfectly erect and poking out of the lilac fabric. I tried not to stare.

I went back to my room. I got a text from Eric. I thought it was odd, but he asked me to hang out. Everyone else was busy with homework and he was bored. I was kind of bored too, and he was always fun to be around. I wondered if it would be a bad idea to go to a boy's room at night, but he wasn't a boy, he was Eric

I headed to his dorm and knocked on his door. We sat on the floor and talked.

I got all deep and introspective with him, nothing too important, but we opened up. He told me about how all of these girls had wanted him, Katie, his ex before Katie, and this other girl who lived in our hallway. He didn't know what to do since his girlfriend lived out of state and he felt bad rejecting all of them.

"What about Katie?" I asked. He told me they had broken up months ago, but stayed friends.

"To be honest, she's terrified of sex. I don't think she's ever masturbated even." I blushed. I wonder if they knew I was doing that before I came over there. Ever since I discovered how to masturbate (I looked it up on Cosmo) I couldn't stop myself. I was like a monster, a gross monster that constantly was wet. I wondered if they could smell me even though I cleaned up.

He told me it wasn't even his idea to break up, it was Katie's. Apparently, she and Leah had a secret relationship for the past month and I never knew. It ended badly when we came back from break. Leah came out to her very Catholic parents, and that was that. She found a boyfriend two days later.

"I never trusted him," I commented on her boyfriend. "He seemed kind of gay." "Really? Because my last girlfriend cheated on me for him."

I don't really know how, but I kissed him. I felt kind of betrayed by my friends, and he was there. He told me the truth when they didn't. He helped me onto his bed, and took off my clothes.

"I knew it was you," I don't think I remembered what that meant as we kissed. It felt more real somehow. There was buildup as he touched my breasts, rubbed his thumb against my nipples, squeezed them. He made sure I was wet, and even had lube, unlike my freshman who only had Vaseline.

I never thought I would like cunnilingus, but the tongue is more sensitive then the finger.

And sex, sex did hut a little. He stretched me out and I did bleed, but I still felt that rush, that exhilaration as I laughed, I screamed, I wanted more. Harder, faster, yes. Oh god. That's all I could think really.

Not that I had given up my virginity to a boy I wasn't in love with or ever intended to marry, or that I left the principles I grew up with to follow my own. I was only consumed by pleasure, and by trying not to whimper too loudly. The walls were thin.

He liked doggy. He kept holding onto my breasts and playing with my clit as he pounded me. I loved it.

He liked when I tried to deep throat him. I failed miserably, spluttering by the first few inches, but he'd say it was ok. I had enthusiasm and I made up for it in other ways. He also told me he liked my ass.

I left his room around midnight a bit sore and not really sure what to do with myself. Was I a slut? Did I ruin everything by sleeping with my friend's ex?

Yes, but I didn't care about the consequences at that point

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/30z15g/my_f_memories_of_college_fm_ff