I bobbed up and down quickly a half dozen times before slowing. I’d like to say it was some technique designed to get him going, but honestly I was just excited. With more restraint now, my tongue circled his tip just a little, then I worked my way down inch by inch before taking him in again. Our eyes met as he bit his lower lip, and I remember seeing those long fingers grabbing onto the sheets. Now that he was plenty wet, I grabbed his base with my thumb and forefinger. His other hand ran through my hair; he didn’t press my head down, but just feeling his grip had the same effect. After a little more building up, my hand started to stroke in time with my mouth. His hips lifted to meet me, so I kept pacing up. After a few more minutes, he pulled my head up by my hair. We leaned towards each other and kissed again. I had forgotten how strained your lips can get after making that ‘O’ shape for a while. Maybe that meant I was too tense, though he didn’t seem to mind.
We switched positions and he reciprocated eagerly. Clearly, he knew what he was doing. He had me moaning and arching my back in just a few seconds. There was just enough tongue, and just enough contact. Still, my concentration slipped away, as I thought again about how I would never get to see him after tonight. Living in the moment is important to me, but it’s harder to cast off context than clothing. Then, the distant slam of the front door distracted both of us… one of his house-mates had come home. She had brought some friend with her, and their (drunk) conversation quickly became too distracting. We laughed at each other silently before he slipped into bed next to me. He held me and pecked at my neck.
“You’re a good kisser” he whispered.
“So are you. We make a good team”
“Sorry about my friends, everyone’s going crazy this last week”
“Oh no, it’s kind of funny. I’m sure my room-mates are up the hill being even louder.”
“It’s like the end of the world”
He turned onto his side, facing towards the lamp, and I followed suit. He was a bit taller than me, so it didn’t feel like I was the big spoon… more like I was lucky to be able to latch on. His hair smelled so fresh, but it wasn’t the smell of shampoo, as though even that small part of him was just naturally attractive. The clock on his desk read 4:00 AM in blocky red numbers.
“Oh shit” I groaned. “It’s fuckin’ late” He turned to face me. “Do you want to spend the night?”
I wanted to stay, really badly, but didn’t want to impose either. He was too sweet to ever tell me to leave, and besides, would he regret this in the morning? To be honest, I felt like I couldn’t show how much I liked him. It didn't feel right to come off as desperate or clingy with someone I was sure to lose touch with. And if we slept together, I knew it would hurt even more.
There was also one practical reason, which is the one I gave. “I want to. But I’m driving to Owen’s place in… five hours. He’s having some kind of party for his senior friends”
“That’s alright, you won’t wake me when you get up.”
“No I should go, I get bad morning breath anyways. Trust me, it’s for your benefit”
“Ha ha, ok”
But I didn’t get up. At least not right away. We closed our eyes for a bit and matched each other’s breathing. Up and down, up and down. Eventually I had to crawl over him to get to my clothes on the floor. But he stopped me right when I was straddling him. He put his hands on my waist, and I could feel him getting hard again. So I gave a little grip with my thighs and gently started to rock back and forth. I reached behind me and played with him a little, making sure his tip was grazing up against me. Trying to hold that contact, I leaned down and kissed him. There was a little more tongue than before, which I liked. He stroked me hard once more as I tried my best to look sexy while riding him.
Of course, more people walked into the house and it got even louder. We tried for a few more minutes, but both of us were too private to keep going. So we got out of bed and I put my clothes back on, pausing between every article to kiss him. We snuck out his bedroom and went to the back door.
“I had fun with you” I told him.
“Me too” He smiled. We kissed again, and embraced one more time. His stubble brushed against my cheek as I pulled away.
I walked home feeling fulfilled, exhausted, and still a little horny at the same time. I saw him one more time, just before graduation a few days later. He looked cute in his robes and mortarboard hat. We barely got to talk at all before it was time to form lines. Nobody would have guessed that we were close. Maybe I should have spent the night after all.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/37vpza/hooked_up_with_my_crush_before_graduation_part_2
Any other, similar stories you could tell?
Yeah, there’s a couple other experiences I’ve been thinking of getting down. Never really written much about myself before (or creatively at all for that matter) so it helps that this was important to me. But yes, more to come!
That’s a great story…I had so many amazing hook ups with guys in college that I will never see again. I often wonder where they are, what they’re doing now. Sometimes I get sad knowing that I will never see or talk to them again, but then I remember I have spank bank material and I feel better haha
Glad you liked it. Yeah the bittersweet side of things ultimately isn’t enough to really take away from experiences like these. Besides, hookups might be fleeting, but masturbation will always be there when you need it!