True story: I had just arrived at college in a small town and the first few weeks of classes were in full swing. One of the mandatory courses was taught my a rather famous, young hippie professor who encouraged a lot of group interaction and discussion of the humanities. My college was small, an intentional choice that played to my love of challenging academics combined with a free spirited embrace of rural, outdoorsy life. The classes were small too, this humanities course had just 12 people in it, mostly freshmen and some sophomores who had put off part of the core curriculum as long as they could. Over the twice-weekly class meetings I found myself always in deep discussions with a few particular people, one who stood out was Jaime. She came from a small town in a nearby state and at 5’4″ had a petite, runner’s build with sandy brown hair and big blue eyes that made you want to spill your deepest thoughts when she looked at you in class, and could make the shyest of guys smile when she’d wave at you in the quad. She was a sweet, gentle girl who helped at an animal charity in her free time and played on the college women’s soccer team.
Her personality was a perfect compliment to mine, we were total opposites and hit it off quickly. I came from a larger city on the other side of the country, tall at 5’11 with short brown hair and blue eyes that stood out against tan skin, a hint of my recent summer job at the pool. I’ve been a lifelong athlete and years of cardio and weight training put me at 200lbs with a muscular/toned build, and thanks to some good genetics and swimming I had thick forearms, broad shoulders and a firm ass. I’m friendly and from a pretty outgoing area and everything was new to me at college, so I opened right up and being that friendly, outgoing, tall athlete from another part of the country seemed to make all the kids that went to prestigious boarding schools in the area fascinated with getting to know a guy a bit unlike the types they’d grown up with.
Jaime was different, she went to a good school but didn’t chase the typical guys every girl competed with. Her parents weren’t rich, she didn’t grow up entitled. She was intellectually curious, a combination of book smart and street smart – a kid that clearly, like me, had grown up experiencing some of the grittier aspects of life at a young age.
Over a few weeks we talked with each other more often in class, which evolved into saying hello in the quad and seeing each other at one of the three cafeterias. We both shared a love for salad, hummus and soft serve after workouts with our respective athletic teams and would linger after dinner to talk about our childhood, our place in the world, politics, the latest gossip around campus. We became good friends, there was always a sexual tension from early on, and the light to mild flirting grew over time.
A few weeks into the semester and our friendship we bumped into each other at one of the local bars. It was snowy outside and packed inside, the heat steaming up the windows while cold beers poured from the taps, Tupac’s “Changes” blared from the speakers and 100-120 students packed into the small bar almost body to body. We saw each other through the crowd and I walked over to say hi, standing in the middle of the dance floor as people bumped into and moved around us, drunk and wobbly on the creaky wooden floor, the smell of stale beer and sweat seeping up from the floorboards.
We danced together, share beers, introduced each other to our wider groups of friends, laughed, talked and danced even more. As the night wore on dancing turned into grinding which turned into hands on each other, which turned into kissing. Not drunken slob kissing, but pent up desire that we’d both not verbally expressed and couldn’t keep repressed anymore. Neither of us was in a rush to get in a relationship and the connection of being with someone who understood me so well was enough, I cared about her as a person and didn’t plan to take her back to my dorm, which was exactly what a number of our friends started to do as midnight came, which turned into 1am and finally by 2:30am the crowd had thinned a bit.
We were both getting tired as the night wound down, so we made our way outside where it was about 20 degrees F with snow piled everywhere. The plows hadn’t come for a while and taxis had a hard time getting around in the snow covered streets. We put on our coats and decided to walk the 3 miles back to campus, my arm around her shoulder and her arm around my waist, the bitter wind biting into our face, me offering my warmth more as a friend than as a flirtatious gesture. She cuddled against me and we struggled through the snow. I didn’t intend to walk her back to her dorm, but we were so frostbitten and cold and tired but having a fun conversation between breaths as we walked, that before I knew it we were at my dorm, or at least the walkway to it. She kept on talking and pushed her way down the walk, past my dorm, across the quad and up and over a little hill, toward her dorm. I kept moving with her and when we arrived she invited me inside. Nothing was implied, it was just late and we were two tired friends who didn’t want to leave each other yet. We headed upstairs to her room.
Her roommate, a short, slim Asian girl who didn’t talk much and scheduled out every hour of her life, devoting all her time to studying, was asleep on the bottom bunk. We crept into the room, the flickering light from the quad shining through the cracked window illuminated enough of the room to see the ladder to her too bunk. I climbed in her bed while she changed, barely enough light to see anything more than her form across the room. She got under the big, soft comforter with me and snuggled close to get warm, her cold toes pressed against mine. She was maybe 120lbs and petite, with the muscular legs of a soccer player, a flat stomach and probably 34B chest size. I’d always liked girls who got all done up to go out, because I grew up with that, and I found her no makeup look, soft skin, very “you get what you see” look to be a total turn on. I had previously dated taller girls with bigger boobs, but her smaller build and curvy athletes body was like showing me a new world. She pulled me close and with our faces together on the pillow I looked into her eyes and felt my heart skip a beat. I was happy, maybe truly happy for the first time ever, just weeks away from leaving home for a totally new place, and now I didn’t want to be anywhere else. We started kissing, slowly softly, her soft lips against mine, our tongues intertwined. I had taken off my shirt and her cotton Tshirt felt soft and delicate against my chest. Her legs and little shorts were now wrapped around my waist, grinding at my hips and slowly tugging my jeans down. I unbuttoned my jeans and she reached down, her hands felt so small as her fingers circled the shaft of my dick. She stopped kissing for a second and looked me in the eyes, “your cock is so big. You’re huge. I’ve never been with anyone this big.” Her hand on my dick turned me on even more and now I was a bit worried, I didn’t want to hurt her, but at the same time I’d never been with any girls as petite as her and really had no idea she really wasn’t exaggerating, she was going to be tight. Really, really tight. We kept grinding against each other, her swollen clit and lips rubbing against the thick muscle running the length of the bottom of my shaft, fitting perfectly against the fold of her pussy. She got soaking wet and through kisses said “I really want you to fuck me.” I asked if she was sure, this was a big step forward in one night, and she nodded with a longing look in her eyes that said she’d be very let down if we didn’t sleep together. I felt the same way, she felt perfect in my arms and I wanted badly to feel even closer together. My cock gets rock hard and throbs – you can feel my pulse in your hand – when I’m rock hard, and the head gets swollen and thick. I pushed my mushroom head against her tiny, soaked slit after fingering her a bit and started to push in gently. Surprisingly, it didn’t go in much. She whimpered and moaned, and before I could say anything told me to keep going. She wasn’t a virgin or inexperienced, she was just really small compared to my size. I’d never been the guy who cared how tight a girl was, but her puffy pussy lips stretched around my thick cock, glistening with my precum and her wetness combined, it felt incredible. I pulled her shirt off, tousling her straight brown/blonde hair as I did, and caressed my tongue around her small boobs, teasing her until my tongue met each nipple. She loved it. Every second. Her eyes gleamed of pure bliss, our bodies thrusting in unison in the calm, quiet, cold night as we tried to stay quiet and keep from rocking the bunk bed and waking her roommate up. My hands explored every inch of her body while she ran her fingers through my hair, across my broad shoulders, down my back before grabbing my ass and pulling me closer into her. She took all of me, all 8 1/2 inches long buried deep inside her perfect little pussy, her lips tugging at my 6 inches of girth. It wasn’t long before we were both on the edge of orgasm and as soon as she started to cum she stopped kissing, leaned her head backward into the pillow and arched her back, then wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself close, whimpering into my ear “I’m cumming!” A few seconds later, I pulled out and short spurt after spurt of thick, milky cum into her stomach. She smiled and stroked my cock saying “that was amazing. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met, I thought you were so hot. You feel amazing.” We cuddled for a half hour and kissed, softly talked and wondered aloud how we got to be where we found ourselves now, before she said her roommate would freak out if she woke up with me there so I had to go back to my dorm. We kissed one last time before i climbed down, put on my shirt, found my shoes and walked across the quad through the snowbanks home to my dorm.
I could write more, we had a lot of fun sexual adventures after that, but i guess this is long enough. In the end though, as the title suggests we didn’t stay together. I ended up walking away from it and she was obsessed with keeping me. Looking back, she was a very, very fond memory and an amazing person. My first real love of college.
Everything I wrote is 100% true. Sorry it’s so long, but if questions I’m happy to explain more about any specific part. Hopefully for you, like me, the story brings back fun memories.
Edit: Some misspellings. If you’re self conscious about dick size, please feel free to imagine it’s smaller. I’m not going to misrepresent my body and say it’s “just average size”. To whit, big dick is not always valued by a partner…no different than people having a preference on boob size.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4y75c1/fm_the_one_that_got_away_petite_college_girl_and
You can always tell the lies from the truths when the writer has the biggest dick in the world