Once upon a time, back in college, before I was married with kids, I met a girl. I didn’t fully appreciate it at the time but Shelley was in many ways quite special. We had a flirty relationship that went on for the better part of our first year at college. At that time she was fully committed to her boyfriend she’d had since highschool who went to a different college and they only got together at holidays. She never did more than flirt with me – or as far as I knew with anyone else – but she and I flirted shamelessly and I always went back to my dorm with a raging hardon and had to seek comfort alone while fantasizing about being with her.
Outside of that, like most other males in college I did my best to score as often as possible with whichever other girls I could find. Whenever Shelley was around though I would always focus on her at whatever party, or pub, we happened to run into each other at – even though I knew nothing would come of it.
After exams at the end of that first year though things changed a bit. There was a bonfire at the local beach to celebrate that would later grow into an epic party of legendary proportions – but I missed all that. When I arrived I ran into Shelley almost right away and she asked if I could walk her back to her dorm as she was leaving early the next day and none of her friends wanted to leave yet. The beach is a bit of a long dark walk along an gravel service road from the campus and while there were lots of people coming and going she didn’t want to hike back alone. I nearly said ‘no’ as I was in a definite party mood and wanted to see if I could find one of the girls who I knew would be up for some fun before someone else did. I’m sure she sensed my hesitation as she put her arm through mine – something she’d never done before – and like that we were walking.
On the way we made casual conversation about the party and how our years had gone. When I asked about her summer plans she said she didn’t want to talk about that and just wanted to enjoy the night. Which struck me as odd since as far as I knew the whole point of leaving the party was so that she could go to her dorm and go right to sleep. She got quieter the closer we got and when it was time to say ‘bye until next year’ she asked if I wanted to come up to see if the bonfire could be seen from her window. That was the first moment when I twigged that something was different. So up we went.
It was about 1 in the morning and her roommate was presumably at the party as her bed was empty. She looked out the window and called me over excitedly as there was a glow from the fire in the distance that you could see. I had to lean over her to see, and her hair brushed my face – the smell of her shampoo is burned into my memory to this day. When my crotch lightly rubbed against her ass she pushed back into me and I was hard in an instant…but also kind of annoyed. I’d honestly enjoyed the game of flirting with her for so many months. But I did respect that she was faithful to her guy and as she was leaving the next day to be with him for the summer, the flirting was no longer fun and seemed like a complete waste of time.
So I said as much. Fully expecting her to agree and we’d say our goodbyes and I’d run back to the party. Only, she didn’t. Instead she apologized for having “led me on”, which just made me feel shitty as I had enjoyed the game of it as much as she did and even though I would’ve got naked with her in a heartbeat at any point, there was part of me that liked that we hadn’t so that the game was able to continue. But then she asked how she could make it up to me…and all thoughts of anything but being horny flew out of my head.
I asked what she had in mind, and she firmly said that kissing and fucking were both out of the question, but there were other things we could do. I’m sure I looked a bit blank as beyond making out and having sex I was out of ideas.
Then she asked if I’d ever watched someone masturbate. I said no. She said she hadn’t either but she was game if I was. And just in case she was playing some sort of prank I agreed but she had to go first. And she did! She went and locked the door and told me to sit on her roommates bed. She went and sat on her own bed so that we were facing each other from maybe four feet away. She stared at me while she got undressed. First she took off her sweatshirt, t-shirt, and then with no hesitation at all, her bra. Shelly had small breasts with very pale pink somewhat puffy nipples. She kept looking at me as she ran her hands over them, gently squeezing and pinching her nipples over and over.
Then she undid her jeans enough to slid a hand under to rub her pussy. I’m doubtful that my cock had ever been that hard before, or possibly since, in my life – to the point that the pressure against my jeans was painful. I undid them and slid them down my thighs, my cock free and pointing to the ceiling. That was the only moment when I remember her breaking eye contact to give my package a glance. She followed suit a few moments later, sliding her jeans and panties down to below her knees enough so that she could open her legs.
She wasn’t shaved smooth but closely trimmed enough so that I could see her outer lips were quite puffy and her inner lips very small.
I leant back on the bed with my left hand and began to lightly stroke my cock with my right. Typically I always masturbated with some sort of lube but even dry with a light touch I could tell I wasn’t going to last very long, so I alternated very light strokes with breaks to just grab around the base and cup my balls.
She kept going with one hand working the nipple of one breast while her other was making hard small circles over her clit. When she started to gasp louder and I could hear wet sounds as she got wetter and wetter and I had to stop my own stroking as I was so close. I held off until she came, again holding my eye contact – when I wasn’t letting my own eyes wander over her body. She gave a few hard pants and then with mouth open and her tongue slightly showing she started to gently convulse all over. She stopped rubbing her pussy and just held her hand pressed against her. I could just smell the hint of her pussy in the air.
After she’d come down a bit she gave a smile and said it was my turn. I started to stroke again and precum was oozing down my shaft. I said it wasn’t going to take long and asked her – since I was on her roommates bed – where I should cum. When I asked I was thinking of more ‘where is your kleenex box’ and I had to ask her to repeat herself when she said “in my mouth”.
I don’t understand to this day how in her mind having a guy cum in her mouth was somehow less intimate, or cheating, than kissing with him instead, but I wasn’t going to argue. Still not sure if she was serious or not I made to stand up but she said to just tell her when “I was ready”. So I sat back and started stroking again while she pulled her jeans back up to her hips. Then she just sat there patiently waiting. I’m sure it was only a minute or so later but somehow it felt like forever. I’d never had anyone before or since calmly watch me beat off, and despite how close I was it was also intimidating. But soon enough I could feel a big one building and told her so. She jumped off the bed and dropped to her knees mouth open, putting her hands on my knees to control the distance. Two more strokes and I told her I was cumming. The head of my cock only briefly brushed against her tongue, otherwise she kept close but separated distance as I unloaded what felt like a truly massive amount of cum into her mouth. There was still a bit dribbling out when she pulled away and sat back on her bed to face me.
I asked then more explicitly for kleenex and she pointed to a box on her dresser. I pulled my jeans up trying to keep the residual flow of cum contained in one hand while I hobbled over. I wiped myself clean and then handed her the box. She’d been content to watch me while still sitting topless on the bed. She took the box and pointed for me to sit back down…so I did while she just kept staring at me and smiling. It was a long silent minute or so while I was wondering wtf was going to happen next when her smile grew a little wider and she sat back to rest on both hands as my load slowly oozed out of her mouth, over her chin, down her throat and on between her breasts. I’m sure it was helped by her saliva but the river of cum just seemed to go on and on running down her naked body until it veered off past her navel towards one hip and into her jeans.
At the time, I promise you, as dumb as it sounds, I thought it was more freaky/weird than sexy. When her mouth was finally empty she broke eye contact and looked down at herself to admire the trail. Only then did she lean back forward and grab the kleenex box to begin cleaning up. She said ‘that was fun’ as though we’d just played a round of foosball or something. Then she threw her sweatshirt back on and after a few more minutes of pretend casual chit chat we wished each other a good summer and shared a brief hug and I was gone.
I thought about her often all summer and tried to make contact with her through friends when school started up in the fall and she didn’t return – opting, apparently, to go instead to the same college her boyfriend was at. Years later, thanks to facebook, I did finally track her down – seemingly happy married (different guy than the bf back then as far as I can tell) with a family. I didn’t actually try and communicate with her though. Not sure what I’d say.
Anyway, a fair number of girls in my history since then but none who have done anything remotely like that and somehow in recent years it’s emerged as my number one fetish/fantasy. Probably something to do with wanting to reclaim the glory years of youth or somesuch.
Thanks for reading!
(And…If that kind of thing is of interest I might as well thrown in a shameless plug to a sub reddit I started dedicated to that sort of stuff: r/mouthfuls).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6812u9/m_how_i_became_fixated_on_girls_who_drool_cum
That was super hot. You were a lucky fellow.
Try to get your wife to do it.