In the summer of 2015, I was living in New York City with two of my close friends. We all had internships, and we were living our best lives. I was 18 and had lost my virginity only a few months before; I was determined to explore the world of sex. So, I downloaded Tinder. I matched with many, but one caught my eye… we’ll call him Chad.
He wrote: “hey little foxy lady”
I wrote back: “hi slightly large foxy man”
I guess it made him chuckle, because our conversation continued. Our first date consisted of us exploring downtown and him apologizing profusely for his drunkenness. He had short blonde hair with soft curls and suspicious blue eyes. He was a few years older than me, and he worked on Wall Street.
We continued seeing each other, and things got interesting on our third date. We were leaving a restaurant and got caught in the rain. We ran over to a church. He pushed me against the door and just kind of looked at me. I suggested we go back to my dorm and we quickly ran over to the subway. The sexual tension was palpable. We burst into the apartment, and I looked up to see two of my roommates watching Netflix on one of their beds. I grinned and introduced Chad. They squinted their eyes at me; they’d heard of him and they thought he was a huge asshole. I definitely didn’t care at the time. I raised my eyebrows at them and then dragged him into my room.
Him and I sat on my bed and chatted a bit. We watched a few minutes of Archer before he grabbed my cheeks, kissing me for the first time. He tasted of strong whiskey, and my clueless sober 18-year-old self loved it. He had soft thin lips and strong hands. I could tell he was the dominant type, and although I had had few sexual experiences at the time, I’ve known since I was 12 that I wanted to be dominated. He locked his fingers around my wrists, pushing me down against the twin bed. I chuckled against his kiss, intrigued by the ticklish feeling taking over my legs. He slipped my summer dress over my head and unhooked my bra easily. I usually get the same reaction to my DD breasts, which consists of a somewhat devilish smile. He grabbed onto my tits and I squirmed a bit, grasping his hair in my hand.
I growled, “My roommates cannot hear us… Seriously… They’re my best friends…”
He chuckled and raised his eyebrows, whispering softly against the side of my neck, “I’ll try to keep you quiet.”
With that, he slipped his index finger underneath my panties. I gasped and grabbed onto my red comforter, knowing that I was soaking his finger. He rubbed my clit lightly before inserting two fingers into me. He was wasting no time, and all I knew was that I was hungry for him to be inside of me. I started fumbling with his jeans, and before I knew it, we were both naked. I grabbed a condom that I kept in my underwear drawer and threw it towards him. His cock was a fair size, but he really knew how to use it.
He slid himself inside of me and I yelped loudly. I was new to sex, and I was absolutely incapable of keeping myself quiet. We went at it like rabbits, trying every position that we could. He moved me to my knees and fucked me doggy-style, smacking my ass lightly. In fact, we fucked so hard that my nose ring fell out. I tried to tell him, but he pushed his hand over my mouth. I lost it and completely gave myself over to him.
He finished inside me and collapsed on top of me. At this point, my blankets and pillows were on the floor. We laughed and cuddled for about 30 minutes before he told me had to go. I pulled on a long t-shirt and walked him out the door, placing a gentle kiss against his lips. I turned around to face my roommates, who burst out laughing. Their laughter was accompanied by their looks of absolute horror. I was so embarrassed. They heard everything and they still tease me about it now.
I continued to see Chad for the remainder of the summer, but my friends ended up being right about him. He turned out to be an alcoholic and totally treated me like shit. I was clueless and I definitely went back too many times, often leaving his apartment in tears. However, there’s something about it that still stays with me. The sex was sloppy and young and desperate and angry.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5zrr8z/hot_nyc_summer_sex_fm_college