Celebrating [m]y 21st birthday

Dear GoneWildStories, I have been a long time lurker of this subreddit, but I have finally decided to share one of the hottest, but morally questionable, moments of my life. This happened at the beginning of this year during my junior year of college.

I had just turned 21 over winter break, and was eagerly looking forward to the first weekend back on campus, hundreds of miles away from parents, to celebrate the first day I could legally drink. Of course, my girlfriend's friend also had a birthday over winter break, and our mutual group of friends planned on having a small party for her on Friday. I was okay with celebrating mine the same day, but this girl wanted the whole day for herself, and therefore my party was moved to Saturday. I wasn't too happy with the changes, but ah well, I could live with it as long as my girlfriend and my close friends who were attending this party would save their livers for my party too.

Long story short, my girlfriend and four of my close friends ended up getting shitfaced that Friday night, and were too hungover to participate in my 21st. My friends I could get over, but I was pissed at my girlfriend Saturday morning, leading to an argument, and eventually her saying that she wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the weekend. A shitty way to start the day of my party, but I wouldn't have had one of the most sexually exciting nights of my life.

By the time night had come around, my friends started pouring in, and the alcohol had begun to flow. I was forced to take shots with every group of people that walked in the door and soon enough I had hit the nice drunken state. Another important detail to this story is that my roommate's friend was also hosting a 21st birthday party. My roommate had propositioned bringing that party over to our apartment and mixing the two parties, to which I had no reservations.

By midnight our apartment was full of college kids stereotypically enjoying and partying up for a night and forgetting our school responsibilities. Around this time I was getting introduced to everyone from the opposite party as the birthday boy, but even in my drunken state, one really attractive girl caught my eye. She was an Asian girl around 5'2 with smaller tits, but with an amazing ass, wearing a blue see-through shirt with a black bra underneath and black leggings. Every once in awhile between conversations with other people, I would look around my apartment to see if she had left, and every single time she would make eye contact with me. At one point in the night, she came up to me and said she wanted to take at least one shot with the birthday boy. Who am I to say no?

After taking two shots with her, she said she needed to use the bathroom. I pointed her in the general direction but she insisted that I take her there. Oblivious (and drunk) me said sure, so I weaved through the crowd of people to take her there. One of my good friends was nearby and asked if I was doing okay, and I was about to respond that I was showing this girl where the bathroom was, when she told him that she was making sure that I was okay. Before I could protest her story, the bathroom door had opened and she nudged me into the bathroom. In my drunkenness, I couldn't really balance too well and stumbled in with her following. My friend laughed and told her to let him know if she needed help.

As soon as she closed the door, it hit me; I knew what was going to happen. My past few hours of fantasizing about this girl were about to come true.. Until I got super dizzy and sort of collapsed up against the wall. Fuck, my brain thought, my greatest chance had come and gone. However, this girl sat down next to me and made sure I was okay. We sat there for what felt like hours (apparently it was only 15 minutes?) just talking about random things, from our favorite foods to more existential questions. At one point I had essentially regained my sense of balance, so I stood up and leaned on the sink counter. I splashed my face with some water and she dabbed the towel against my face once I turned around. I thanked her as many times as I could slur out and she just laughed it off saying it was no problem. Of course drunk me at this point had let it slip out that I never could have imagined such an attractive girl helping make sure I was okay that night and hugged her. When I had let go, I kept my swaying face really close to hers as I tried my best to maintain eye contact without staring at her beautiful lips.

Then she kissed me. The first one was a light peck, but I immediately responded with a longer one. Soon enough we were making out, running our hands along each other's outlines. I carressed her hips and let my hands make their way to the back, where I got in a few squeezes while her hands ran through my hair as we kept our lips locked. When she finally let go, I profusely apologized and blamed my poor form on my drunkenness, thinking that she had let go because I wasn't doing well. She smirked and replied that wasn't the case, and went on to say that the birthday boy deserved something more. I was at least half mast at this point, and she began rubbing it over my jeans before she went for my belt buckle.

My sense was slowly starting to come back as I realized that I hadn't let any girl besides my girlfriend come this close to my cock in the past 10 months. I grabbed her hand as she undid the buttons on my jeans and told her that I had a girlfriend. What she did next sent me over the edge and made me fully erect. She stopped and looked straight into my eyes and said, "I know. But she doesn't need to know about this" and gave me the sexiest wink. Next thing I know my jeans and boxers are at my ankles and this amazing girl has my cock in her hand. She started with a quick kiss on the tip then slowly took it deeper and deeper until her lips were at the base. All I could do was breathe deeply as this girl gave me the best blowjob of my life. Within a few minutes I was already about to cum. She felt my breaths get shallower and shallower and jerked me off, holding my cock in her mouth as I blew my load. She swallowed every last drop of cum and looked into my eyes as she did so. My knees had become weak and I pulled myself up into the counter before I fell. She stood up, leaned in close, and whispered in my ear, "There is more of that if you're still conscious after your party" as she gave me a quick kiss on the neck and cheek before helping me up so I could put my pants back on. She gave me one last wink before she unlocked the bathroom door and we stepped outside, assuring my friend that I was doing fine.

I paced myself with drinks for the next three hours, excitedly waiting for this girl, watching as people slowly filtered out. By the end of the party, my roommates had gone to their respective rooms for the night, and only a handful of people were left. I announced that I was off to bed, and she sprung up off the couch saying that she'll help me clean up the kitchen and living room. She didn't, but I think I would have wifed her if she did.

As soon as the door closed behind the last person, she threw me on the couch and straddled me. We went back to making out and touching each other as clothes started to fly off. When we were in our underwear, I stopped her and ran to my room to grab my covers. When I came back, she was sitting upright with her legs spread on to the coffee table with a pouty look on her face. Just that look on her face could have given me a full hard on. I knew what I had to do, so I put the covers aside and knelt down in front of her. I started with her neck and made my way down to her breasts, unclasping and slowly lowering her bra to reveal her cute dark nipples. She moaned as I let my tongue circle around until I finally sucked on them. I made my way down her stomach until I jumped down to her inner thighs. She was warm, and there was a wet patch on her red underwear. I helped her pull those off before giving her lips a quick kiss before burying my tongue in there. I made my way along her lips until I began licking her clit, when she grabbed my hair and her moaning became louder. After a few minutes, she pulled me by hair, stared into my eyes with a wild look over her face, and whispered "I need you inside me." I was not going to say no to that offer.

I pulled her legs up on to the couch and pulled my covers over us as I slowly slid myself inside her. She took shorter breaths as I went deeper and deeper until I was fully inside her, and she started moaning again. I could tell she loved this missionary position, plus it was the comfortable position on the couch, so I kept going, listening to her as she told me to speed up or slow down. I kept kissing her neck and lightly biting her nipples as I kept pounding her. Before long I felt her tighten one last time before letting out a deep breath as she finished. I pulled out and she told me to cum on her tits. I wasted no time in stroking myself and soon enough, I spilled my second load on her. Before I would pass out from exhaustion, I made sure to grab some paper towels to clean up. By the time I finished wiping, she gave me a quick sleepy smile and I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She pulled up the covers and fell asleep naked on the couch.

As fate would have it, there was a knocking on my door. I quickly put on my boxers and undershirt as the knocking continued. I opened the door and my heart dropped like a stone. My girlfriend was standing outside, holding a bag with my favorite drunk meal. I stammered but before I could come up with an excuse, she made her way inside. She glanced at the girl on the couch under my covers and just shook her head. I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with fear as my girlfriend stood under 5 feet away from the girl I had just fucked. "Sluts these days still don't know their limits," she said as put the food on the table and grabbed our trashcan and left it near the girl's head. She looked up at me and motioned towards my room. "Let's share this and head to bed."

And that's the story of how I cheated on my girlfriend on my 21st birthday party. As my 22nd birthday comes up, memories of that night come flooding back. I don't know if anyone else knew about what happened, but when I woke up in the morning, she was gone with my covers folded neatly at the base. I did add her on Facebook a few weeks later, but I haven't spoken a word to her since that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3yccd7/celebrating_my_21st_birthday