[FM] Thinking back on all those college boyfriends…1-Matt the artist

Hi! First time posting here, but longtime lurker (😉). Bit of backstory on me (F25). My post history has some good shots of my current body, but for those reading this aloud to the blind- I’m a Thick pale redhead with blue/green eyes and a lot of ink, most predominantly a half sleeve of tattoos. This story is reflecting back on me as a 19-20 year old, so my ass was a tiny bit smaller, and I only had JUST gotten my first large piece of ink. I’ve been toying with the idea of sharing more exploits from undergrad (18-22), so this may turn into a series if people like.

I had known Matt the artist since middle school. I helped organized a battle of the bands concert for my school district, and his band performed. As the years progressed, he became a really talented musician-he can play pretty much any instrument with strings, and is a gorgeously talented classical guitarist. In high school, we used to hang out, listen to Animal Collective, and paint in his backyard. Our relationship felt so intimate, yet nothing ever happened between us, and he started dating a close friend his senior year. We went off to college hours away, but randomly reconnected at a show during a winter break back home. He is super tall and lanky, with scruffy auburn hair, deep brown eyes, and a tiny gap between his front teeth that I found INCREDIBLY cute. In the beginning of our summer home from school, he took me to a meadow of wildflowers where we smoked a bowl and stared at each other; there was a thick blanket of sexual tension between us, I was suffocating with longing. We walked back to the car quietly, our arms brushing together as we walked, each time sending electricity through my body. He was so shy, I knew that if I didn’t make a move, it would never happen. So, under the hot sun, in the middle of the gravel path, I grabbed his arm.

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“I don’t think I can take this.”

He looked at me, one of his eyebrows cocked in feigned confusion. I saw his eyes dart down to my lips, before once again meeting my smoldering gaze. He wanted to kiss me just as much as I did. I took a step closer to him, still holding his arm, and gently put my other hand on his chest as I looked up at him.

“I’ve wanted you to kiss me for so long, and I think you want me too,” I said quietly, watching his eyes widen as he grinned at me and nodded, “so kiss me, Matt”.

Instantly, I was enveloped in his long arms. We kissed so passionately, making up for all of the moments in the past that we ignored our fate. His hand tangled themselves into my red hair, curly from the humidity, to pull me impossibly closer. When we finally pulled away from that first kiss, our eyes bleary and lips swollen, I knew we needed more. However, we both were staying with our parents and knew we couldn’t get down with them in the house. We got into his car, our hands reaching across the console to touch every inch of each other as we drove around our old town, looking for somewhere secluded. Every red light cued more kisses, each more fiery than the last. As the sun was setting, we drove by the local hospital, connected eyes, and pulled into the parking lot.

Matt parked in the last row in the lot near the helicopter pad, where there were no cars nearby and minimal lights. He didn’t have tints on any of his windows, but we were young and too hungry for each other to really care about discretion. We moved to the backseat, and I straddled him while we listened to Sufjan Stevens and made out. I lightly dragged my nails down his chest until I reached his belt buckle and undid it. His hard cock sprang out instantly-he hadn’t been wearing any underwear this whole time. I remember instantly getting wet upon that realization; this whole day together, he had been keeping a sexy secret, hoping he would finally get to fuck me. His cock had a defined curve off to one side, something I had never seen before. I immediately moved off of his lap and got on my knees in the seat next to him. Bending over to poke my ass in the air, I brought my head down to his cock and licked all the away up from his balls, stopping at the head to swirl my tongue around it. I heard him let out a tiny gasp, and his hands moved to grab my hair and ass, respectively. Slowly, I took his entire length and felt it push down my throat. Once i got down to the base of his dick, I turned me head slightly to look up at him. His mouth was open as he was breathing heavily, his brows furrowed with a look of incredulous pleasure. He whimpered that he couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and as my head bobbed up and down on his thick cock he shared the fantasies he had of me. Between his moans, he imagined swimming naked with me down at the local swimming hole, holding me against one of the smooth river boulders as he pushed himself inside of me. How he wanted to reach up my sundress and slide my panties down back at the meadow, and he wished he did so he could lay me down amongst the flowers and taste me. As he spoke, he grabbed the hem of my forest green dress, pulling it up to my hips to show my ass. He quickly hooked his thumb under my purple lace thong and slid it down, before ordering me back onto his lap. Suddenly, Matt the shy artist was in total control of me.

Stupidly, blinded by passion, I didn’t ask about condoms. It didn’t even cross my mind. I had to feel him inside of me. I needed him to fill my pussy right then and there. I straddled him again and felt his hands grip my hips. I teased the tip of his cock, rubbing my wetness against him, letting him feel my hips roll and buck. I leaned in and nibbled his bottom lip as I eased myself down on him. He groaned as i forced every inch in. I could feel how tight I was, I could barely take him entirely at first, but I kept rocking my hips to accommodate him. Finally, we began to pick up a rhythm. I’m not a quiet fuck, and began moaning his name as I bounced up and down on his dick. Everything around us melted away, with the windows fogged up and the sounds of our bodies moving together blended into the music. It felt so perfect. I came hard, slumping my over his shoulder to bite his ears and neck in a poor attempt to not scream in pleasure. I felt his nails dig into my hips, and knew he was close too. I spun around (as best as I could in the back seat of a car), and started riding him reverse-cowgirl to give him a nice view of my ass as his cock slipped in and out of me, dripping from my orgasm. I felt one hand spank me hard, while the other grabbed my hair again, and his hips started to buck. He pushed me off of his dick, and I felt the warmth of his cum shoot across my ass as he moaned my name.

He took off his shirt and wiped his cum off of me, like a true gentleman. The cd in his player had finished and restarted, and we hadn’t even noticed. As our breathing settled, we heard a loud buzzing noise from outside. We opened the doors to move back to the front seats, and were met by a helicopter landing at the pad RIGHT NEXT TO US. doctors ad nurses were running from the hospital with a gurney to meet the air lifted patient. In a panic to not be seen, we peeled out of there with his belt still unbuckled and my panties still off. It wasn’t until he dropped me home that we realized my panties were missing, they must have fallen out of the car when we got out of the backseat!

Matt and I had an incredible summer together, but lost contact in the past few years. Last I heard, he was traveling the world playing guitar and dating a man. I still have the poetry he wrote for me, and one of his paintings on my wall. I still think of our summer together and touch myself. Hope you enjoyed too 😘

TL;DR- fucked Matt the Artist in the hospital parking lot, my panties still may be there to this day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95558n/fm_thinking_back_on_all_those_college

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