GWS seemed to enjoy my first post, so I’ll gladly keep contributing some of my favorite experiences, especially the ones from my college days. I’m settled down now with a long-term girlfriend, and while we still have plenty of fun (and some stories definitely worth sharing with her), I’ve also got ones from before I met her. This happened about six months after my last post, which you can find [here](https://redd.it/5c44q1).
(If you don’t want the backstory, skip to “———” for when the sexy part starts!)
I was still a relatively inexperienced newbie when it came to sex, although my times with Tori definitely gave me some hope that I could have a good time when I got to college. The only problem? I didn’t know where I was going to college! I had long dreamed of a particular school (with a 2:1 girls-to-guys ratio, bah humbug) that I was waitlisted and ultimately rejected from, and so I sorted through what I had considered my safety schools. My 1A choice was the local state university, which had everything I wanted in a school other than the fact that it was significantly closer to home. It was a big school with good academics, D1 sports, a giant student body, and wild parties. My graduating high school class routinely sent probably 20-30 kids down to the school, so I knew older friends who went and loved it, and could vouch for the social aspect of it. I had a friend I had been in a few bands with that had a house off-campus and was one of the main party houses for their friend group, and told me to pick a weekend and come down. I agreed, and set a date to visit. I hadn’t yet made up my mind about where I wanted to go, but this visit pretty much set me up.
Up to this point in my life, I had not been a drinker in really any capacity. The occasional glass of wine with dinner or a beer in the summer, but even though I had turned 18 six months prior, I never really ventured into the world of drinking. I knew this party would be heavy in that regard, and I tried my best to act like I knew what I was getting into. I met up with my friend who I was staying with and we walked around the campus, caught a student-run comedy show run by a few of the people living at the house, then started heading back for the party. I was assured that I would be taken care of as the baby high schooler that was attending, as my friend (not entirely) jokingly said “I’d better not see you at any point from here on out without some kind of drink in your hand or a girl on your arm.”
I greatly underestimated how much these people drank.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, and it was the beginning of what turned me into a much more open-minded person as well as more outgoing socially, but hot damn was I not ready for my first “real” party. Things started out innocuous enough, with vodka Jello shots significantly more vodka than Jello. A half dozen of those and suddenly the house was beginning to swell with people. At this point I started to really “feel it” for the first time, and thinking back, I must have thought I was being granted goddamn superpowers. To the semi-dorky band kid who always got his by being the “there for you” friend, I was taking my first step towards being an independent and sociable person. Anyone who tells you alcohol isn’t a social lubricant is a filthy liar.
I started getting introduced to friends of friends, the alcohol is flowing freely at this point, and I’m trying my luck with virtually every new girl I meet. Looking back, I was probably the biggest dead giveaway virgin drinker at the party, but I definitely used the cute high school boy charm to my advantage, until my friend approached me at one point, pulled me into the kitchen and uttered the two words that set me up for the story to tell: “Flip cup?”
Flip cup.
*Super quick aside. Again, virgin drinker here drunk for the first time. My dumb ass had never played pong, or flip cup, or Kings, or any half-decent drinking game. I was given a half-pep talk half-crash course on the rules, which essentially were (for those who don’t know): two teams line up on opposite sides of a table with cups filled partway with alcohol (we started with bourbon but quickly switched to beer because it was going way too fast for hard liquor) and the first two people chug, then place their cup halfway off the edge of the table and flip it so it lands upside down on the table, and the next person can’t drink until their teammate flips their cup successfully. The first team to complete their cups down the line wins, with the losing anchor having to take a shot of the winner’s choice.*
So after my friend gives me the 30-second explanation of how to play, I’m slotted into the third spot on his team, nervously clutching my 1/3-filled cup, hoping I don’t totally bomb this game and piss my teammates off. Thankfully, the two guys ahead of me blew through their cups and nailed their flips on the first try, giving me some breathing room. I shockingly (beginner’s luck I’m sure) got mine on the second try, and our anchor promptly got his, sealing a quick victory. Alcohol completely running the controls in my brain at this point, I was now wholly convinced I was some kind of flip cup god.
After a few more rounds including one where I was now significantly more drunk and thus significantly worse at flip cup, I started hanging back more into the crowd after subbing an onlooker in my place. It was at this point that I felt a soft hand on my forearm and turned to see a petite brunette girl, looking excitedly onto the round unfolding at the table. She was maybe up to my shoulders in height, with straight brunette hair that matched her eyes, a wicked smile, and a crop top to go with some exceptionally form-fitting skinny jeans. She leaned over and party-whispered (i.e. screamed without realizing it) into my ear:
“WHAT ARE THEY PLAYING?”
I, still feeling empowered as some kind of expert, casually explained the rules, pointing out what was happening. She was pretty drunk, as was I, and as I described the rules of the game, felt her hand clutch my shoulder as she leaned in to hear me better. She told me her name was Cassie, and she was here with a work friend who knew a guy at the house. She was still standing close to me, so I and put my hand on her hip to pull her in closer as I spoke. I asked her if she wanted to join me for a game, and she clapped her hands excitedly and pulled me to the table.
She was awful.
But she was a good sport! Everyone was laughing as she frustratedly tried to flip her cup, continually yelling “what the hell it doesn’t work!” each time it landed on its side and rolled away. We only played two rounds before she came back to my end of the table and said “this game is too hard, can we go dance instead?” I all too happily agreed, and we shuffled out of the crowded kitchen into the living room where the music was playing.
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We got into the mass of bodies moving in the living room and all bets were off. She grabbed my hands and put them on the front of her hips and started grinding into me to the beat, dropping down every so often before working her way back up in rhythm. I let my hands wander up and down her hips and sides, knowing that I’d never be able to do anything more than tease her with such tight jeans on, but being able to slip my hands up her crop top once in a while prompted a harder grind into me. My cock was at full mast at this point, and she knew it. I kissed the top of her shoulder up to her neck, and as I gripped her hip I ever-so-gently nibbled the crease of her neck and she audibly moaned and shivered. We continued this (literal) song and dance for a few songs before she gave me the universal “fuck me” eyes, and I followed as she led me upstairs.
She went into the bathroom, and I hurriedly grabbed my friend and said in essentially one syllable “okay so I met this girl and things are happening and I think she wants to fuck but I don’t know where we can and this is your house so what should we do” and he busted out laughing, stopped me, and in the most wingman moment I ever had in college, pointed across the hall and said, “use my bed”. I asked him twice if he was sure, and he said yes, just stay on top of the blanket, and gave me a wink and a nod as Cassie emerged from the bathroom and I led her into my friend’s room.
I shut the door and locked it, and instantly went to her and kissed her for the first time. Our tongues quickly found each other and began exploring as I ran my hands down her back and grabbed her ass. In basically one fell swoop we got each others’ shirts off, and I went to work dismantling her skinny jeans button and zipper as she giggled and fell back onto the bed. Unbuttoning them was easy, but taking them took a little more effort, and both being drunk, was utterly lacking in gracefulness.
Finally I got her jeans off and saw her black lace thong perfectly matched her bra. I made a snarky remark about how she must have come here expecting to get some tonight, then took off my own jeans and climbed on top of her. I kissed from her lips down her neck to her chest as she unclasped her bra and let her C cup tits free for my hands to take control of. I spent plenty of time kissing and licking her nipples as she hungrily grabbed at my hair and reached into my boxers, pulling my cock out and stroking me as I sucked her nipples. I eventually moved out of range of her hands as I slid her thong off, then started teasing her.
I kissed and nibbled on her inner thighs as my fingers traced around her clean shaven pussy. She was wet, and made no effort to play hard to get as she pulled my head towards her clit and moaned how much she wanted it. I teased her with one long lick from just below her hole up past her clit before sliding two fingers into her pussy and letting my tongue take hold of her clit. She propped her knees up and rocked in rhythm to my fingers just like she did grinding on me downstairs, and I traced circles around her clit with tongue, occasionally sucking it and flicking it hard and fast to speed up the pace. She finally pushed my head back, her cum sticking to my beard on my chin, and told me to get a condom.
I got one on, then climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply, more passionately than before but still full of lust and hunger. I gently pushed the head of my cock into her, but didn’t go in the rest of the way. She did, when she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my cock into her, setting the pace for me to thrust into her pussy. She let out a loud gasp and then moaned for it deeper, which I happily obliged. I had to tell her multiple times to try to stay quiet because there were still plenty of people downstairs, and I didn’t want to cause too much of a scene, drunk as we all were. As we fucked, she said to me, “the guy I came with? He’s soooo into me, and I bet he’d kill to be where you are right now.” I said, “Oh, and where’s that?” to which she moaned “fucking the shit out of me” and then rolled over so she was on top, taking the lead and pumping my cock deeper inside her.
I played with her tits as she rode my cock, and her face told me she was getting close, so I grabbed her hips and took back control, thrusting into her harder and deeper each time until she tensed up hard and I felt her shudder in orgasm and collapse on top of me. I lay there for a moment, not even moving but feeling the aftershocks spasm around my cock before pulling out and kissing her. We laid there and cuddled and talked for a couple minutes, swapped numbers, and then got dressed and she disappeared back into the crowd.
I came down a few minutes later to my friend immediately walking up, beer for me in hand, slapping me on the back and asking what happened. Unbeknownst to me and my best intentions, word had very quickly spread through the party that a high school kid was taking a girl to town upstairs, and people I had never talked to were giving me high fives and handing me drinks the rest of the night. The guy Cassie came with gave me the eyes a few times, but never bothered approaching me, though I saw him dancing with a different girl later in the night, so he seemed content with his consolation prize. Despite swapping numbers, Cassie and I never spoke again, and I think we both appreciated the encounter for exactly what it was.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5d070o/my_first_college_onenight_stand_that_happened
good for you man. Great story!