[Part 1, cheating] The conference where I [f]ucked two guys separately and then had a threeso[m]e

This is a long story and has buildup but I put ********* where the fucking happens.

PART ONE

This was my first time away from home in years. I was going to my first conference in California, where I would present my research and get to be around other nerds doing the same thing. So when I saw him standing there, I kind of lost my shit.

I met Josh in high school. He was the kind of guy who didn’t really give a damn about grades or college. Everything about our shitty school bored him. He was also pretty introverted while I’m a bit more extroverted. I’m loud and I like to be the center of attention, so, while we were good friends, we always seemed inherently incompatible. He got into college and went away while I went to a university in our city. We drifted and never talked again.

Josh was now standing in front of me, looking confused. He was still about 6 feet tall, but had a medium build now. His green, hooded eyes were open in surprise, jaw was sharper, his hands looked bigger, his hair looked darker and was neatly parted to the side, his smile looked wider. He was tan and kind of glowed. Eventually we both laughed and he moved to hug me. He smelled nice and looked great in his dark suit.

For reference: I’m of average height, but I’m very curvy. I have olive skin, a heart shaped face, brown eyes and (now) auburn hair. (It was straight up blonde in high school) I rock DDs and my ass and thighs are bigger than average. I used to be scared of my body but now I own it and don’t really have issues showing it off. This was a professional event, so I was covered up but I was still noticeable.

“What are you doing here?” He asked me, still holding me by the arms. His voice was deeper too.

I explained that I’d be presenting in two days and he immediately asked me a bunch of questions about my research. He took his hands off my arms but the proximity was still there. While we talked and looked each other over, his school friends came over—one of which took his hand in hers. She was a dainty little thing—no taller than five feet—with a very pretty oval face. She eyed me up and down. I didn’t blame her; the thoughts running through my head at that moment about him were downright nasty.

He introduced me and explained we went to high school together. His friends were really welcoming and kind. I quickly learned that he was dating Sasha, the girl who took his hand and who was having a hard time ignoring me.

The entire time we stood there, Josh never took his eyes off of me. His tongue would poke out occasionally to wet his lips and a dangerous smile would linger. I felt a zap of lightning go from my head to my toes. I knew that look—had given that look. But with his girlfriend there, I decided he was off limits.

We all hung out for the rest of the day at presentations and such. At night, we went out to dinner at a pizza place. Josh sat to my right and immediately laid his hand on my thigh. It vibrated when he laughed and I found myself laughing from the tickling sensation.. Sometimes, his fingers would do a playful walk in place. Other times, he would grab my thigh with purpose, as if to test how it felt in his grip. He got more daring the longer dinner went on–I could feel his fingers dance at the dip between my clenched thighs and I squirmed in the booth we were in.

I looked around. I was sitting on the outside of the booth. The restaurant was dim and loud. No one was looking, not even his friends. He had two fingers wedged between my thighs, waiting for me to open up.

Slowly, I opened up my legs and hooked one of my feet over one of his. Everyone—including Sasha, who sat on his other side—was yelling and having a good time and shitting on each other’s presentations, so no one noticed the shifting of my wrap dress as Josh’s hand creeped closer and closer to my panties. Not soon enough, he dragged a lazy knuckle on the cotton material and my thighs clenched up. He turned to look at me with a look that made me simultaneously want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

So, I got up. Everyone wondered where I was going, insisted I stay for drinks. I declined. I’m not a big drinker anymore (it got old freshmen year of college) and I just wanted to get away from Josh. My designated roommate for the trip (another girl from my school) had made it clear she would be staying in the room of a friend from a different school, so I had the tiny hotel room to myself for most of the day. It was hideous, but the privacy was nice.

Josh, who had been quietly torturing me all night and looked majorly disappointed, bid me sweet dreams and off I went.

At 12am, I was still awake. I was thinking about Josh and his hand on my thigh and between my legs and the way he looked at me. Basically, I was losing my shit, which is an unfamiliar feeling to me now because I really do have my shit together. I felt like I was back in high school all over again. So I decided to ignore him.

That led me to sit next to a random guy from another school the next day to get away from Josh, who had started to walk towards me from across the banquet hall during breakfast.

“Hi,” I said to the guy I’d sat next to in my rush to look busy, “I’m Gina.”

He was surprised and amused. He took my hand and shook it.

“Hey, I’m Dex.”

Dex was a biochemistry guy and I had seen his presentation the day before. He was shorter than Josh, heavier than him, had fairer skin than him, and wore round glasses. He had a full head of brown hair in springy curls. I found him incredibly sexy when I saw his presentation and he only looked better now. He wore his dress shirt with an extra open button and was sitting all the way back in his chair when I sat next to him. Now he sat up and leaned toward me. He had a killer smile.

Turns out he was also pretty funny. We went to presentations and workshops together the entire day. Between the sit down lunch in the ballroom and a physics presentation, he asked me to go to a fair happening just outside of town.

“I know everyone is supposed to be going,” he started, “But i’d like it if you went with me.”

That was my green light. I was sure he was interested and had no doubt it’d be a great time, but I declined. I was exhausted. I didn’t want him to miss out on the fair, so I asked if he wanted to hang out in my room once he got back. I could tell that surprised him, but he agreed and said he’d bring me dinner after jotting down my room number in his phone. We parted ways that afternoon in anticipation for that night.

I had just kicked off my heels when I heard a knock on my door. It was only 5pm and everyone was supposed to be at the fair. When I looked through the peephole, it was Josh. I let him in.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked as I draped my blazer on the back of a chair.

“I decided to skip the fair,” Josh sat on the edge of my bed with his hands on his knees, “You know I don’t like to be in places with too many people.”

I raised an eyebrow and came to stand closely in front of him.

“Really? Because you seem to like doing things with too many people around.”

Josh laughed and looked up at me. I couldn’t help but laugh too. You have to understand that while I’ve hooked up with a few guys, I’ve never done anything like he had under that table at dinner. So I freaked out. But I had forgotten that Josh wasn’t some random stranger. We’d spent a lot of time together and i’d liked him at one point. I no longer did, but I could feel all of those teenage feelings coming back (limited time only, though). With the two of us being in my room, alone, away from Sasha and his friends and random people I could think more clearly. I wasn’t thinking correctly, per se, since Josh did have a girlfriend that I met the day before, but I was definitely thinking more clearly. I knew I wanted to fuck him and decided, in that moment, to stop fighting myself on it.

“Look, you’re with Sasha—,” I started.

“Before you ream me out for what happened last night, I apologize. I didn’t mean to freak you out. But it was really hard to keep my hands off of you, especially in that fucking dress you were wearing!”

I laughed and looked down at him. I took Josh’s head in my hands and kissed his forehead. He rubbed his face into my shirt and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

“I’ve missed you and I went a little crazy. I’m sorry,” he sounded sincere, but that didn’t change the way he was running his hands up and down my sides, over the curve of my ass and my thighs. I didn’t care though, not in the slightest.

I took his head in my hands again and ran a thumb over his bottom lip.

*

“For the next hour, I want you to fuck me like we’re still in high school.”

He pressed his face into my blouse again and said something into my stomach that I couldn’t understand.

“What was that?” I asked.

“You,” he started untucking my shirt from my pencil skirt, “should take this off then.”

I laughed and started to unbutton my white blouse from the bottom. His lips immediately went to my stomach, kissing and licking my skin. Suddenly, I felt Josh tug down the zipper on the back of my skirt and push me onto my bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” I can only imagine how I must’ve looked like sprawled out on that tiny hotel full bed, rolling on to my back, my shirt half unbuttoned and my hair in my face.

Josh grabbed the bottom of my skirt and pulled it off. My light pink thong was on display. In that moment, I wish I’d matched it to my bra–a simple white lace balconette.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed about that fucking ass,” Josh whispered.

He hurried onto the bed on his hands and knees. He grabbed a handful of my ass and bent down to give one cheek a light bite.

“Tell me my ass is better than Sasha’s,” I said, surprising myself.

“Your ass is so much fucking better than Sasha’s,” he punctuated the words with kisses and gropes I could feel in my pussy. “Shake that ass for me.”

I did a little wriggle I knew he’d love and I was right; the groan that came from him was pure validation. A light moan escaped me and I buried my head into a pillow as he slapped an asscheek. I got on my knees and arched my back. Josh pulled my thong down to my thighs gave me a long lick from my pussy to my ass before he tongued my little asshole. I squealed in delight it felt so good and I buried my face in the mattress as he continued to lick me. I’d never had anyone do that before, so I was disappointed when I felt him pull away.

Then I heard the telltale tinkle of a belt and I perked up again. He undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and shimmied his pants and briefs just low enough to pull his cock out. Josh took a condom out of his pocket, ripped it open with his teeth, and rolled it on quicker than i’d ever seen. He was longer than average, but of normal thickness with a big head.

He moved to close the distance between us and I got on my back, spreading my legs for him and pulling my knees toward my chest. I had thrown my panties off and was rubbing my aching pussy like the night before. Only this time, I was going to get fucked.

Josh marveled at me for a minute, mystified.

“Holy shit. You are so fucking sexy.”

I gave him an evil smile before he pulled me towards him. I was so wet and beyond the foreplay. Still, he insisted on teasing me.

Josh took the head of his cock and rubbed it up and down my slit. I pulled him closer by his light blue button up.

“Please Josh,” I spoke in a low voice that gave him pause, “don’t make me wait anymore.”

He slid inside me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his length and himself some time to adjust to my tightness. He leaned over me, kissing my neck, fucking me gently and deeply. With every stroke, I raised my hips to meet him. It was like he just couldn’t go deep enough. I took my hand and slid it between us to rub my clit. My moans grew louder and I started to writhe underneath him.

“Is this okay?” He sounded breathless, like he was going to cum soon.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I moaned in his ear. I could feel an orgasm coming and I wanted to come with him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so deep in my pussy, Josh,” I was groaning from the back of my throat.

Josh picked up the pace and grabbed onto my right breast, pulling down the flimsy lace cup and taking my nipple into his mouth. My back raised off of the bed and my toes started curling.

“Josh don’t stop I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming.” My pussy squeezed his cock again and he started to cum.

I had been raising my hips to fuck him back but the sensations became too much. My entire body tensed up only to release me into a fuzzy state of temporary relaxation.

“Oh Gina! Fuck!”

Josh went still above me and buried his face between my tits while he came and I rode out the last waves of my orgasm. He pulled out of me and threw the condom in the trash beside my bed. I got up to pee with shaky legs and put on the bathrobe on the back of the door.

When I came back, I got us water bottles out of the hotel mini fridge. We sat in silence and I looked at the dying light outside as night slowly took over. It was a little past six in the evening. People were still at the fair while Josh and I sat in my hotel room, an awkward tension surrounding us.

He got dressed in silence and I went back to the bathroom so he wouldn’t feel like I was watching him. I heard the door to my room close while I was in there and decided to get in the shower.

Hours later, when Dex was in my bed with his fingers on my pussy as we were surrounded by other students, it was very easy to forget about Josh.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ru5ag/part_1_cheating_the_conference_where_i_fucked_two