It was 12:30am and the bar was fucking lit. A seemingly endless stream of young, overly inebriated humans continued to flow into one of the most popular bars on campus. We had just finished another round of $60 dollar shots, and I was in the fucking zone. I was riding a wave of endorphins, the source of which was directly under my arm, regaining her composure from the straight patron shot. I kissed her cheek, while I removed my arm and asked the bartender to close out my tab. I wanted to ensure a quick exit… I knew what the future held. She grabbed my hand and we pushed our way through the sea of sweaty half naked woman, none of which required a second glance. Everything I needed was holding my hand. I would have followed her off of a fucking cliff.
We worked our way to the center of the dance floor. I am experiencing sensory overload, the music is deafening, my vision is blurred, im catching only a glimpse of my surroundings between flashes of light. My 6’4” frame towers over her petite body, causing me to bend my legs slightly as I clutch her hips from behind. She is the definition of petite. I have my hands just above her perfectly fit ass, and I can almost link my fingers together when I squeeze. The last round of shots are being absorbed into my blood stream, and all I can think about is how bad I want her. I would have fucked her right then and there, in front of everyone, I didn’t give a fuck. I move my right hand from her hip to the front of her tiny white shorts. I cup the front of her and she responds by pushing her ass into my crouch. I want to push the limits, and move my hand down her thigh. On the way up, I sneak my hand up through the bottom of her shorts and feel the thin, lacy fabric. That is all that stands between her and me. But I don’t push my luck and I leave that thin barrier between us… I 100% expected her to pull my hand away, but she didn’t, she leaned her head back and attached her lips to my neck. After about 30 seconds, she turned and we are face to face. I lift her up, with my long arms positioned under her ass. She is so fucking light, she can’t weigh more than 100 pounds. I am passionately kissing her, giving complete disregard for my surroundings. We stop for a second, our eyes meet, and she doesn’t need to say a word. I can read her mind. I keep her in my arms, and force our way through the throng of intoxicated and sweaty 20 year olds, all of whom are hoping for the exact thing her and I currently possess.
When we get to an area slightly less cramped, I relinquish my grip, setting her down. We start to head for the door, stopping at the table our friends were at to grab her belongings and say peace out to everyone… Sorry we gotta go, we bout to get NASTY. I stumbled out of the bar, and take a deep breath of the fresh, slightly less humid outside air. I walk towards the line of cabs, and give the cab driver my crossroads and tell him I have 20 bucks cash to get us home safely. I don’t think the guy speaks English, he nods and opens the door for my girl. We get in the back, and I try to make small talk with the driver, but he is not having it He is fixated on the road and I turn my attention to her. I look at this beautiful burette, sitting with her back to the door of the cab, legs draped over mine. I lean in and start to kiss her. We start going at it, she slides her back down the door and lays flat on the bench seat of the cab. I am on top of her, feeling every inch of her that I can… Hopefully this dude driving us is cool; he’s getting 20 bucks and a free show, so fuck him if he has a problem with it… I look up for a minute and focus on the street lights flashing by us, we are getting close. I pull myself away from her to give the driver better directions. I am still leaning over her, and as I start talking to the cabby, she can visually see that I am excited, and she moves in for the over the pants handjob… Any inch of doubt that had entered my mind suddenly dissipated with her display of eagerness.
We get to the house, I pay the man, and we get out of the cab. It isn’t yet 2am, and my roommates are still out… THANK YOU LORD… I crash through the front door and head directly towards the kitchen to grab water. She heads straight to my room. I start to chug water, I want to ensure that I am fully hydrated and don’t want dry mouth. The door is cracked, and I push it open, with the lamp on my nightstand providing the perfect lighting… I am very pleased that she elected to leave the lights on… She is in the process of bending over to remove her shorts. It is the most beautiful sight that I have ever witnessed. Her shirt was on the floor already, and she is facing away from me. She had a clear indentation down the center of her back, exemplifying her back muscles, built from her years as a soccer player in high school. Her skin seems to glisten, and her complexation is a few shades lighter than mine. Her half Latino heritage is no match for my half Italian sun soaked skin. Her shorts are around her ankle, it seems that she has paused for second, and I am fixated on her ass, which is tiny but tight. She turns around, exposing her front side, giving way to her defined stomach and handful size tits. Her dark nipples sit like Hersey kisses, on her b-cups. As she sits on the bed and scoots to the back corner, I rip my shirt and shorts off. I walk over to the bed and pull her legs towards me. Her legs are spread and dangling from the side of my bed. I am standing in between them and leaning in to kiss her. I start to kiss her, and move down to her chest. I start to knell down, and my head moves in a fluid motion with the rest of my body. I can no longer control myself and bury my face in-between her legs. After a few minutes of this, I can sense that she is enjoying it. Her legs are wrapped around my neck and she is squeezing me. Anytime my tongue leaves her flesh, she trusts forward. She is getting to that point, but it’s not time yet. I move my mouth to her inner thigh, my right hand moves from her pelvis to her chest. My left hand is searching desperately for the condoms that I have in the top drawer of my night stand.
After about 30 seconds of searching, my hands feel the foil from the condom. I take it out, slide it on, rise from my knees, and gently lay into her. I start off slow, her legs still hanging from the bed. I look down at her, and she is the best thing I have ever seen, her eyes are closed, her straightened thick hair has a few rouge curls as a result of the evening. She looks like she is in bliss, if I could bottle this moment up, I would. We continue in this position for a while, eventually bringing her legs into the air, resting on my chest. My legs were starting to burn from leaning over the side of the bed. I move her body up my bed, and keep thrusting in missionary this time. This is giving my burning muscles some much needed rest… I hear a car pulling up to the driveway. Right as she opens her eyes, a car door slams… She looks like she is staring through me. I feel like she can see into my soul. I get nervous, and start to kiss her.
I know that we don’t have much time until we are inevitable interrupted by my drunken roommates. I apply pressure to her back region, signaling that she needs to flip over. She eagerly complies, while a smile creeps across her face. I tell her that I am drunk and ask if she cares if I lose the condom… “I don’t give a fuck,” was her exact response… Alright then, maybe I didn’t need this stupid fucking thing in the first place… She assumes the position, and I tangle my legs with her. I start to rub against her, working on getting inside. It sometimes takes a few seconds to get the right angel, but not this time. I slide in with ease.
A drunken voice screams my name from the living room area, and I can hear footsteps coming down the hall. I increase my thrust speed, ensuring that even the drunkest dumbest person can hear that we are occupied. I am not sure if she was playing along or if it just felt good for her, but on cue she let out a load series of moans. The footsteps stop and I hear giggling coming from the other end of the door… GOOD my dumbfuck roommate got the signal… I continue the course, sensing that she is enjoying this. After several minutes, she starts to collapse under me. She lays flat on her stomach, and reaches behind to pull me in deeper. She is now lying flat on the bed. I am behind her, hovering over her back, holding myself up with my two arms. I start long, slow thrusts. I can feel her muscles contracting, tightening around me… HOLY SHIT. I start to slow down because I am only a few strokes away. I complete a deep push, and hear a long sigh come from her… I am frozen in this position, afraid to move for fear of impregnating this girl. I sit complacent for a few seconds, while I regain my composure. I start to pull out, with the intent of switching positons to avoid aiding in the circle of life. I look down and see the unmistakable, slightly viscous substance, which is stringing from her as I pull away. A clear indicator of a job well done… She looks in peace, in a state of relaxation that doesn’t need to be interrupted. I have not finished yet, but she is, and I am fine with that… In almost perfect timing, I hear a tap on my door and a soft whisper from my roommate, “we have left over pizza.”
I yell that I’ll be out in a minute. I take in once last glimpse of this incredible human being, lying naked in my bed, and I kiss the back of her head. I hold myself there for a minute before rolling off of her, and pulling up my shorts. I walk out of the room, and return a few minutes later. She is sound asleep, light still on, butt ass naked. I eat the tiny piece I saved for her, and join her in bed.
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