I’ve never been a hookup kind of guy. I’ve always been the serial monogomist to a fault. It was late junior year in college and I hadn’t even kissed a girl outside of a relationship (yeah, that’s the kind of lame shit that’ll win you Never Have I Ever in a hurry) let alone gone any further. Don’t get me wrong, I had plenty of experience and prided myself on every ex girlfriend raving about my abilities with my hands and tongue, I just hadn’t taken my abilities out on the free agent market per say.
It was the Friday before spring break was to begin and a bunch of fellow architecture nerds had stuck around for a Friday booze purge where everyone brought their leftover alcohol to get rid of before break. You wouldn’t think college students would leave a lot of alcohol sitting around for an extended period of time, but architecture students have a way of getting stuck in their studio space all weekend and therefore ending up with an excessive amount of booze wasting away in their fridges from wishful weekends gone by.
There were about a dozen of us at Claire’s swanky apartment playing drinking games and having a good time. She came from a pretty well off family that loved to spoil their little girl so she had a 10th floor one bedroom apartment that was far more spacious than the 2 bedroom unit that I was renting on the other side of campus, a large balcony accessible by both the bedroom and living room, and a view looking out over all of campus. It was nice.
On this night it was a fairly even split of guys to girls but there were no misconceptions about any of the guys getting lucky, they were all way out of our league. The guys were by no means bad looking, the girls were just, well, a part time model, a body builder’s daughter, a swimmer, a yoga fanatic, and one girl that was just lucky in the genetics department and drop dead gorgeous. How I became friends with this group can only be attributed to spending countless classes and late nights together from sharing a major. I’m not a bad looking guy and Ive dated some beautiful women, but I’m no 10. I’m not even an 8 or a 9. I had run cross country in high school and kept running in college when I had time, so I was fairly skinny, but my naturally stocky build made for a toned and skinny 6’2″. Unfortunately toned and skinny doesnt get you a 10, so these girls were strictly a fantasy that would be my Sistine Chapel, me forever reaching for their beauty, them just out of reach teasing me with an outstretched pity finger.
The night was progressing as these things often do and after a few hours everyone was pretty trashed. After many games of beer pong and flip cup everyone seemed to be winding down and the games fizzled out. Everyone piled onto the couch, floor, and a few chairs in the spacious apartment living room and swapped stories of drunken nights past and their hatred for a particular professor. After a few stories, Claire, the yoga fanatic and host, hopped up from a chair and took a less than straight line toward the kitchen. As she went she called over her shoulder “shots! Who’s in? I need to get rid of this last bottle!”
The girls scanned one another and each gave a look that said “if you do one, I’ll do one….and then destroy her bathroom” and politely passed on the idea. One guy was sitting in the corner looking like he wanted to leave but didn’t trust himself to stand up, his roommate had missed the question entirely as his head bobbed lazily between conciousness and sleep, and 3 others took the opportunity to call it a night. Claire stood at the kitchen after saying goodbye to the 3 guys and gave me her best “I’m super hot and I want you to drink with me” look. It worked. It always works.
She was standing there with her wavy brunette hair tickling the tops of her bare shoulders in a white tank top that hugged her slightly larger than handful breasts and washboard flat stomach and a pair of short black shorts that were nothing special until she had put them on and made them special. She stood approximately 5’7″ and about 6’1″ of that were her gorgeous legs and tight bubble butt. She was my kryptonite. Ever since I had met her I had been an absolute dumbass around her. I’m normally a pretty smooth guy, intelligent, quick witted and relaxed but around her I over analyzed everything I said, everything I did. As far as I was concerned, she thought I was a blubbering idiot and 8 of the top 10 dumbest things I’d ever said or done had been in her company. So would I do a shot with her? Of course I would. Even if I was tasting that metallic “you’re definitely going to puke” taste I would have done the shot with her.
Thankfully I wasn’t drunk at this point, just a little tipsy. I hopped up off the floor and headed to join her in the kitchen where she had 2 shots waiting. We touched glasses and threw the shot back….it was terrible; I don’t mean bottom shelf, I mean bottom of the dumpster. But it was done. Until it wasnt. I sat my glass down and she poured me another. Kryptonite. We touch glasses again and as she threw her head back she lost her balance and stumbled into me. I reached out to steady her and in the process threw dumpster water all over her. Awesome, 9 out 10 of the dumbest moments in my life in her presence, I’ll never win. But hey…on the plus side she had touched me and that was a win for the night!
I apologized profusely and she shrugged it off as nothing while she began to excuse herself to go change. Before she was able to head back to her bedroom two of the girls got up and said their goodbyes and one of the guys offered to walk them home. Claire glanced around the room and admitted defeat realizing the party was pretty much done for. She offered the couch and floor to any of the guys that wanted to stay rather than walking home and offered to share her room with the 2 other remaining girls. At this point no one was looking forward to the walk home, especially me given that I lived in an apartment a good 20 minutes from hers.
Everyone accepted the offer to stay and began to make their move toward their chosen sleeping locations. Claire handed a couple pillows and blankets to the guys and said her goodnight with a smile that would make a puppy melt. I found a place to sprawl out on the floor in front of the sliding glass door that lead out to her balcony and got comfortable.
I’ve never been the type to fall asleep quickly and after the dumpster water incident there was no way my brain was shutting off before it spent at least half an hour analyzing how that could have gone better. After a few minutes the other two guys were down for the count and a low rumble of snoring had begun.
What felt like an hour, when it was probaby only 15-20 minutes passed and I was ebbing towards sleep when I heard a soft tapping noise on the sliding glass door. I opened my eyes and crouching out on the balcony tapping on the glass by my face was Claire. She gave me a little smile and wave and then beckoned me to come out on the balcony with her. I looked over at the two guys to ensure they were still sleeping and slowly eased the door open and stepped outside. I shut the door softly behind me and turned around to Claire standing incredibly close to me…oddly close. As I opened my mouth to ask what she had asked me out on the balcony for, she leaned up and kissed me. Just a quick peck as if she was testing to see if it was ok. I cannot stress enough how ok it was. I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her against me and kissed her again. This time a long deep kiss that had my heart pounding loud enough that it thankfully drowned out anything my head was thinking.
Slowly our most unlikely of make out sessions built to a frenzy as our hands roamed up and down each other’s body. I walked her backward and pinned her against the wall as I began kissing her bare neck and shoulders. She let out a soft wimper as my hands ran up her sides and cupped her chest through her tanktop and felt her nipples harden under my fingers. Suddenly Claire put her hand on my chest as if to stop me. Fuck, I knew this was too good to be true. But then she said what is still the hottest sentence I’ve ever heard in my life: “I want you to do everything to me….everything” and then slowly pulled her tank top up over her head and tossed it to the side.
If I wasn’t hard before that, I certainly was after. Her breasts were the stuff of poetry and song, perfectly shaped and firm with small hard pink nipples. I scanned her body bottom to top and locked eyes with her and said the only thing I could possibly imagine saying in that moment “What if the others hear us?”…..YOU FUCKING IDIOT! My brain immediately destroyed me for killing the mood and even coming close to passing up this opportunity all because someone might hear us. Thankfully Claire was far smoother than I at that moment, gave a coy little grin and responded “I think they’re all pretty sound asleep, and besides…I wouldn’t really care if they heard us, would you?” A chance for redemption, thank god. I put on my best sly smile, grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them against the wall over her head before lightly dragging my lips up the side of her neck to her ear and whispering “I don’t care about anything but pleasing you.”
I kissed her again before moving my mouth downward, kissing my way towards her erect nipples. As I reached her chest I traced a small circle around her nipple with my tongue before taking it in my mouth, eliciting a soft moan from Claire. As I flicked my tongue over her one nipple I used my hand to tease the other for a short time before letting my hand slide it’s way over her smooth flat stomach and slip under the waistband of her black shorts. With her labored breathing she managed to whisper “take them off,” and I happily obliged. As I stepped back to unbutton the front of her shorts she lifted my shirt up over my head and tossed it to the side. As I undid the button and lowered the zipper on her shorts she did the same for my jeans. I hooked my hands under her waistband, cupping her perfect ass and slid her shorts and lacy black thong to the ground. She stepped out of them, now completely naked, smooth and hairless from the neck down. She returned the favor and pushed my underwear and jeans to the floor, crouching to help me get my feet free of my pants.
As soon as my feet were free she turned her attention towards my fully erect dick inches from her face. With no hesitation whatsoever, Claire parted her lips and agonizingly slowly began sliding my dick into her mouth inch by inch until all 6-1/2″ were gone. Then, just as slowly, she pulled her mouth back off of me letting out a small *pop* as it left her mouth. She stood back up and gave me a devilish grin and said “Glad to see you’re ready to go. I’m dripping down my leg waiting for you to fuck me.” She wasn’t lying, I felt her juices running down her inner thigh as I ran my hand up her leg and slid a finger inside her.
Judging by how she reacted to my pinning her hands previously, I took a guess that she wouldn’t mind me taking slight control of the situation and positioning her however I liked. I spun her around so her back was towards me and bent her over the back of a patio chair sitting near by. She knew just what I was after and arched her back while thrusting her butt back towards me. Seeing her pussy presented to me in such a fashion made my mouth drool and I had to taste her. I dropped to my knees and gave a long slow lick from her clit all the way back and over her ass.
I had never eaten anyone’s ass out before but it was an idea that turned me on, and thankfully, Claire let out a noise that let me know she was quite appreciative of the act as well. I spent some time fingering her clit and tonguing her ass before I absolutely had to have her. I stood up and positioned myself behind her and slid inside. I was worried that I might cum that instant but luckily, and guys can attest to this, there is a level of drunk that can make a guy last forever, it’s the perfect level of drunk, and I had found it at the best time possible. We fucked for quite awhile switching up positions twice along the way. She claimed to have cum 3 times and was ecstatic I was still ready to go.
After her 3rd orgasm, she got up off of me and slid down to take me in her mouth again. She gave me a smile and asked how much longer I thought I would last. As she took me in her mouth I stuttered out that I was probably good for one more round and then I’d be spent. She let my dick out of her mouth, holding it in her hand, and smiled saying “OK good, ummm….how kinky are you willing to get exactly? I don’t want to scare you away or anything.” Kryptonite, so obviously I’d be up for doing anything with her, absolutely anything. “I’ll try anything once, you just tell me what will get you off and I’d be happy to try it out!” With that she smiled and said “Good, because I cum really hard from one thing in particular…but it’s kind of embarrassing so I don’t do it very often. Lay down and please don’t judge me….hopefully you’ll enjoy it as much as I do!”
I was a little skeptical about the vagueness of the situation, but I wasn’t about to stop. I laid down on the concrete balcony and she positioned herself between my legs. She took me in her mouth and began sucking me off like before, only this time she was really drooling all over me. She coated my dick in saliva from top to bottom and just when I thought that maybe sloppy blow jobs were her kink, she stopped and climbed on top of me. She straddled me, reached back behind her and slid my slobbery dick inside her.
She started with slow shallow thrusts and got deeper and deeper. Her eyes were shut tight and she let out a low groan every time she dropped down on me further. Finally when I was all the way inside her, she leaned back on her hands and began to lift herself up and down on my dick. It was only then that I looked down and saw my dick gliding in and out of Claire’s tight gorgeous ass. It was and still is the hottest surprise I’ve ever been privy to. I didn’t last too terribly long after that, but just long enough for her to get the orgasm she was after.
We laid on the balcony together for a little while afterwards before deciding we should return to our sleeping spots in the hopes no one would have noticed our absence. No one did. Still to this day, not a single person that was sleeping just inside knows that we went at it for over an hour and a half less than 15 ft from them. As far as they know, Claire and I hooked up for the first time just after spring break. That night is still the scenario that plays through my head when I masturbate 5 years later because, well, I have yet to find any porn hotter than that memory.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4mhtm0/the_bbb_the_booze_the_balcony_and_the_butt
That was one hot story!
I can relate to being a serial monogamist. Anyhow, agreed it’s a hot story.