[MF] [M]y going-away happy hour led to me [f]ucking a recent college co-ed

I wanted to share this personal story. I’ll admit it’s not a typical post that you see here. I created a throwaway account because I mention a lot of personal details here that I didn’t want to have tied to my other reddit account. Even waited the obligatory 24 hours to post.

There are a lot of parts to this story. I’m sure I’m missing a lot of the nitty gritty details and some of this is my best recollection. Here goes…

About two months ago, I was leaving a terrible job at a hospital. I made some good friends over the years but it was just time to go. My friends decided to put together a happy hour for me and another person who also happened to be leaving at the same time. I didn’t really know her all that well (and this story doesn’t concern her) but we shared a group of friends more or less.

At the party was a girl I didn’t know all that well. Let’s call her Sarah. I had met Sarah a few times here and there and people always talked about her as the “other gluten-free” person in the department. You see, I would bake goodies every now and again. Muffins, cupcakes…always delicious and always gluten free. So when I brought them in, her friends would tell her that I brought them in. At the happy hour, she didn’t realize I was leaving too (since she was there for the other person that was leaving) and got sad and told me, “Man, I’m really going to miss your baking!”

“I’m glad you like my stuff.” And she got back to her friends.

The night whittled down and it was down to about 8 people and one of my friends suggested we do shots. I’m down even though I don’t drink all that much. I asked him to choose since I don’t know the first thing about shots. Sarah overheard this and asked me, “What do you normally drink?”

“I normally just drink beer but since it has gluten, I usually only drink really cool microbrews. That way the itchiness is worth it.”

I found out that I have a gluten intolerance. It’s kind of like an allergy. I break out into hives and get itchy but I won’t die or anything. Turns out Sarah is similar. She goes on to tell me she hates doing shots with my friend because he holds his liquor much better than she does.

So at this point, we’re just making polite conversation. I start asking her the basic getting-to-know you questions like “What college did you go to?” “Where did you grow up?”

It turns out that she actually lives down the street from me. I moved into a townhouse about a mile from her house, right down the main road that goes through my neighborhood. The job at the hospital is her first from college and it dawns on me that she is really young. Now I’m in my mid-30s. I did the math and when I moved into the neighborhood, she was entering high school. I found out later that she just turned 23 and I had about 13 years on her.

Sarah was the kind of girl that I wouldn’t normally talk to outside of work. She’s really cute with that kind of girl-next-door look (which is quite literal in this case). She’s a bit petite at about 5’4″ and size A tits and a really narrow waist. And tonight, she wasn’t wearing scrubs, which is what I normally see her in. She was wearing a tight black dress that had a low-enough neckline that you could glance a peak at her chest and hemline that was just shy of her knees. The dress hugged her waist just right, allowing me to see her slim figure.

I don’t consider myself a looker and I’m not all that confident in my “game”. I’m taller than her at 5’10” and a bit on the heavy side. I keep in shape more-or-less but I could stand to lose a few pounds.

What I should mention is that I actually am a widower. My wife died in a car accident almost 2 years ago now. It happened while I while I was at work and she was brought to a sister hospital to the one I worked at. Anyway, since it happened at work, everyone I worked with knew what happened and everyone found out that she passed from her injuries.

Anyway, since my wife’s passing, I haven’t really been “looking”. In fact, I still wear my wedding ring. I just try to keep focused on work and doing the occasional “see the in-laws” because I was their last connection to their daughter. In many ways, I have pretty much lost how to flirt and how to pick up on signals. That’s why I don’t normally talk to really cute and hot girls. But Sarah kept up the conversation and asked about my work, what I would be doing, etc.

I work in IT and she absolutely loved that. She said, “My ex works in IT. I don’t know all that you do but I just find it hot when he talked about his computer stuff. Can you teach me something in IT?”

Such a broad topic! I decided to explain how networks work and how information is passed from one computer to another. It wasn’t all that enlightening but Sarah hung on every word. Sometime in the middle of all that, the shots finally came. We grabbed our shots and clinked glasses all around. When it came to Sarah, she winked at me and drank her shot. I followed suit and everyone in our group cheered.

After that, more people from our group started leaving. I talked with Sarah a bit more, following up about her ex. Apparently, he wasn’t all that mature and just played video games instead of paying attention to her. It was obvious that she didn’t want to talk about him so she changed the subject back to me and asked me about my wife. She saw my ring and assumed I was still married.

I told her, “Well, she died about two years ago.”

She looked a bit flustered and said, “Actually, I knew that.” Turns out that the guy that ordered shots for all of us already told her that.

“Tell me about her.”

I told her how I met my wife and the fact that we were married about 3 years before she died. I try not talking about my wife just because it’s still hard to think about and I think Sarah could sense that. It was getting late and I was getting a bit tipsy and decided to leave. I hit the bathroom one last time and when I got back to the table, she was putting on her coat to leave as well and asked me if I would drive her to her car since she parked so far away.

It was a bit tense in the car, but as I started pulling away, she asked, “Would you mind if you just drove me home? We live close enough. Maybe I can come back tomorrow and pick up my car.” At the time, I didn’t really think much of it. I’m sure you’re all thinking, “Dude, she’s hitting on you.” But I was pretty oblivious.

As I’m driving back toward our neighborhood, I ask her about what she did while she was in school and I learned that she was on the high school cheerleading team. I remembered that there were a group of students going through my neighborhood on a regular basis raising funds for the high school and asked if she did that. She said she did car washes. I said, “Wow, you must have really done well!”

I only realized after the words got out of my mouth that I just implied to her that because of how attractive she is she must get a lot of money. Fortunately, she just laughed and said that she did but she didn’t continue cheerleading into college.

We were making really good conversation and the awkwardness all but disappeared and as I was making the final turns toward the neighborhood, I asked her for directions to her house. She said, “I’m really having fun talking with you. Do you think we could go somewhere and keep talking?”

It’s at this point I’m starting to get the hint that she’s into me. It was difficult arguing with myself because I felt like I was so much older than her that she probably just thought of me as a doofy older brother or something. Before I could make a suggestion, “Let’s just go to your place. It’s nearby right?”

I said it was and I was starting to get really nervous, like butterflies in my stomach nervous. This was the first single woman to come to my house in a LONG time. I just say, “Um, sure. It’s a bit messy.”

I park in front of my townhouse and I unlock the door and let her go in first, secretly to check out her body in the faint of the night lights. Her ass was small and looked so firm as it walked into my house.

She walked into the kitchen and took off her coat and let it drape on a chair. I could see her looking around and seeing that the house definitely had a woman’s touch. I hadn’t really changed much of the house. I started to feel really embarrassed because pictures of me and my wife were all over. I don’t think Sarah noticed it but I could see her smiling as she looked at a picture by the fridge. She asked what the occasion was and I told her that I honestly didn’t remember. It was one of many pictures that my wife and I took when we went out for dinner.

We sat down in the living room and she asked if I had anything to drink. Since I didn’t drink much in general, I told her all I had was cooking wine. She laughed and said, “Let’s try it!” Her enthusiasm really helped me to know she wanted to be here and wanted to hang out with me. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I pour the cooking wine in some glasses. We both took a sip and gagged. It had turned. We put them off to the side and things got quiet again.

Sarah then cut the silence by saying, “I’m really going to miss you.”

I smiled and said, “You’re so new! What makes you say that? We haven’t really worked together that often.”

“Well, it’s because you are a fabulous baker, you work hard, your mature, which is more than I can say for most guys.”

I started blushing at this point. All I could muster out was “Thanks. I appreciate it. I admit I’m glad we got a chance to get to know each other but I won’t be coming into work anymore.”

“Well, since we live so close, do you think we could still see each other?”

I flustered a bit and said, “Sure, I don’t see why not.” She sat closer to me, almost to the point that I could look down her dress. It was really tempting but I maintained focus on her gorgeous almond colored eyes.

She just sat there and I just looked at her. I could feel the heat of our bodies building between us. I wrestled in my mind, “Just kiss her!” to “She doesn’t want you!” And the concentration to not look down her dress must have been obvious because she said, “You can look.”

I just laughed it off and sat back. I’m a very direct person so I just asked her point-blank, “What are we doing here?”

I could tell Sarah was a bit disappointed. Probably not the best thing for me to say. She explained that she had a bit of a crush on me but saw that I was wearing a wedding ring. But when she learned that my wife had died, she thought she had a chance. Keep in mind that through all of this, I barely knew her outside of a few meetings we were in.

She said, “I was hoping that if I got back to your place, something might happen. When I hear you talking about your wife and how much you loved her and still love her, it makes me really jealous that I don’t have that. I want that. And I like you.”

I just looked at her and smiled. I sat close to her again and pushed her hair behind her ears. I knew that this was my moment. I was starting to get horny just looking at her figure. In my mind, I just said to myself, “You’re never going to see her again. You won’t work with her. Just kiss her already!”

I put my lips on her lips and pressed in just enough to let her know I meant. As I pulled away, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer, pushing her tongue into my mouth. We started making out and I started to run my hands around her waist, feeling her warm skin. She let out a soft moan as I ran my hands around the small of her back, kissing her back passionately.

It was so hot! I could feel my cock starting to get hard and pressing up against her so I slowed my kissing and just looked at her and saw she was smiling back.

We both took some breaths, but I felt her hand sliding down to my legs. I was still a bit nervous at this point and started to laugh but I kept looking at her. She said, “I have a bit of a fantasy.”

“What’s that?”

As her hands went down to my now very tight crotch, she whispered in my ear, “I want to pretend it’s our wedding night. I want to be your wife, just for tonight. Like we just got married and are about to go on our honeymoon.”

Sarah then started tracing the outline of my cock with her fingers. “I want you to fuck me like you fucked your wife that night.”

For whatever reason, this really seemed to turn her on. I just went with it at this point because I was getting horny. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

Since upper body strength really isn’t one of my strong suits, I held her hand and lead her to my bedroom. As we “crossed the threshold” of the door, we started making out again and this time I didn’t hold back. I kissed her neck, licking it just slightly to get it wet, dragging my lips down to her the exposed part of her chest. The positioning was getting difficult so we sat on the bed and I continued to kiss her as my hands exploring this hot 23-year-old’s body. I did my best to remain a gentleman and started with her hips and slid my hands up her sides, just shy of her breasts. Sarah started with her hands on my legs, rubbing near my crotch, where my cock was just begging to be released from it’s fabric prison.

I reached down to her ass and could feel the fabric of her panties through her dress. She let out a soft moan as I started to cup her small butt into the palms of my hands. I kept one hand on her ass and took my right hand up to unzip her dress. As I pulled the dress over her, I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were adorable. They were small but on her, they looked amazing.

All I wanted to do at this point was to lick them but before I could, she started unbuttoning my shirt. The first one was a bit tight so I helped her with that one but let her finish the rest. She made short work of it. She pulled off my shirt and then pulled off my undershirt. Her smile said it all. I laid her on the bed and started licking her nipple while my hands worked on the other.

I wasn’t being a gentleman anymore!

Sarah started to wiggle under me as I drew circles with my tongue around her nipple. I could feel it getting erect at which point I moved to the other one. She couldn’t help but let out a long moan and started to breathe heavy, her chest moving up and down with each breath. As I worked on her left nipple, she tried to fiddle with my belt buckle, but because of our height difference, she really had a hard time. With my nipple still in my mouth, she said, “We need to get these off, Mr. Smith.” Not my real last name but you get the idea.

I took my mouth off her nipple and smiled at her and said, “Ok Mrs. Smith”

She got up from the bed and then laid me down on the bed. She took my belt off with ease and unbuttoned my pants. She was eager to pull them off. At this point, we’re just wearing our underwear. My cock is filled with blood and pushing against my boxers. Sarah ran her hands on the inside of my thighs slowly, making my cock twitch in excitement. It occurred to me that I haven’t been this close to a woman since my wife and I’m worried that I’m just going to pop.

As Sarah inched her way to my cock, she cupped it in her hand with her other hand holding my balls. I rolled my eyes back and told her, “Be careful. I’m probably not going to last very long.”

She laughed and said, “Then we better make the most of it.” Before I knew it, she grabbed my boxers and pulled them off. I looked up at her and she was taking her black lace panties off. As she did, I caught the slight glimpse of a string gruel go with her panties. She was ready for my cock!

Sarah straddled me with her pussy right above my cock. She leaned down to my face and said, “I want you to give me a honeymoon baby.”

I was really surprised when she said this. And I’m not going to lie, the thought of pushing my sperm into this hot girl was turning me on. I wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I had a vasectomy since my wife and I had decided early in our marriage not to have kids. But before I could try, I felt her wet pussy pressing against my cock. She took my cock and lined it up with her pussy and then slowly let it enter her hole.

I wasn’t going to last long. Sarah’s pussy was so tight that as each inch of my member entered her, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. She was enjoying it too as I could hear her sighing contently. As the final inch was pushing in, I hit the point of no return and thrusted my hips into hers. I moaned, “I’m cumming….” I kept thrusting into her as each of my orgasms filled her up. I felt her fondling my balls as I emptied my load deep inside her. I finally managed to open my eyes and saw her smiling ear to ear.

Sarah stayed on top of me as I relaxed. My cock wasn’t getting softer but I was definitely sensitive. “Did that feel good?”

“It did, but I’m sorry I came so quick.”

“That’s ok. I’m sure you’ll have another one in you.” She gave me a quick kiss before getting off me and laying next to me. But not without some of my cum leaking out onto my stomach. She saw it and wiped it up with her finger and then licked it. She made it look hotter than it sounds here.

I just tried to lay still. I could hear myself breathing heavily. I turned to look at Sarah who was just staring at me and finally told her, “Look, I don’t know if you were serious or not but I can’t get you pregnant.”

She replied, “Oh I’m on birth control but it seemed like it turned you on to hear me say that.”

I laughed. “Yeah, it did actually but I had a vasectomy so I knew it wasn’t possible. I thought it turned you on.” We both realized that each of us knew that she couldn’t get pregnant but turned on both of us to believe the other person thought she could.

For the first time in a while, it felt good to be with a woman. But we weren’t done.

I turned to look at her and saw how hot this girl looked in the darkness of my bedroom. The only light was the moonlight that was being filtered through the shades. I let my hands explore her body again, this time putting my hands on her hips, having my fingers explore her pussy. I didn’t realize until now that she was clean shaven, except for a small patch of hair right above her clit. She let out a soft sight as my fingers wandered over her freshly fucked pussy. She was just so wet right then. My cum mixed with her juices just made everything down there slippery.

I played with her clit, using my cum as a lube to rub her pussy. As I rubbed her clit, I she started to curl into my arms, letting out soft moans. I used that as an encouragement to keep going, pressing harder on her clit with my thumb and using my middle finger to trace the outside of her vagina. Doing that made her moan loud and she thrusted her body back into me. I kept going, circling and lightly pressing her clit, teasing it. “I’m getting close…God, I’m getting close. Keep doing that, Mr. Smith. God, keep going…yes…yes…”

Her eyes opened wide as she moaned a final, “OOOOHHHHHH” She squeezed my fingering arm with her hands, hanging on for dear life. Her body got so tense that her thighs squeezed my fingers, trapping them outside her pussy. I kept rubbing as fast as I could, each wave of pleasure causing her to quiver in my arms.

She finally calmed down and relaxed, allowing me to free my hand. It was cramped but tried not to say anything. She started to giggle, and then turned around to look at me. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah, I could tell!”

We both laughed. It wasn’t long that her hands made her way to my now erect cock. Feeling her writhe against me made me as hard as I was when we started. I wanted to fuck her again but this time without me cumming early. She held my cock in her hand and said, “It looks like you’re ready again.” That made me even harder than before.

I was getting more bold at this point and said, “Yea and I want to give it to you from behind.”

She laughed and said, “My thoughts too.”

I got up and Sarah got on all fours on the bed. I positioned myself behind her and started to kiss her back, reaching around to play with her tits that were pointing toward the bed. I took a moment to admire her small ass and hourglass figure. I watched as she wiggled her ass at me. She turned her head and said, “What are you waiting for? You think one load is enough to get me pregnant?”

She gave me a winking smile as I slid my throbbing cock back inside of her. We both moaned as her pussy enveloped my cock, the heat of our bodies making the room warmer. I stayed in her, balls deep, letting her adjust to my cock. I ran my hands up and down her back, occasionally cupping her tits.

Sarah started to rock her hips, but I pulled her close. I wanted this to last. She turned her head again and said, “Cum in me honey. I need you to cum again.”

I moved my hips out just enough to keep the head in and then pushed back in. Sarah and I both moaned in pleasure as I rocked back and forth inside of her, knowing full well that I was going to blow my load inside this hot young fresh-out-of-college girl. She said, “Harder. I want to cum with you.”

I started thrusting my cock faster but she wanted more. I pulled on her shoulder for leverage but realized that she was using her hand to rub her clit. I switched to her other shoulder and pulled her closer to me as I plowed my cock in. Her pussy was dripping wet, to the point that our juices were flowing around my cock and down my balls.

I felt her pussy tightening and I knew she was close. I was getting there. She moaned out loud, “Grab my hair. Come on. I’m getting close.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it hard as I pumped my cock in and out of her. She moaned in pleasure. “GOD YES! Do it! Make me cum! Hurry! Cum in me.”

I was getting close. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my dick, trying to milk more cum out of me. “I’m almost there. God your pussy is tight!”

We both start fucking each other harder and harder, until I can’t hold back. I start cumming, thrusting my hips into her ass, letting streams of cum enter her pussy. She moans, “Oh yes. I can feel you cumming.” That sends her over the edge as she pushes back against my cock, only burying it deeper inside her as I continue cum. I let go of her hair and let my hands slide back down to her tits, holding them as we both relax. My cock started to soften and slipped out of her now double-filled pussy.

I laid my head on her back just to rest a bit. We both are breathing heavily at this point. I let my hands wonder her body and I eventually found her hand that’s still braced on the bed, clutching the comforter. I kissed the small of her back and laid back on the bed, with Sarah following suit. We laid there motionless, listening to each other breathing.

It wasn’t long until we both fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I wasn’t sure if it had all been a dream. But there she was, Sarah in my bed. She found her way under the comforter sometime in the night while I was still on top of it. I had to take a wicked piss and when I got back, saw that she was already out of bed. We both realized that her car was still at the bar. I suggested that we shower together and go get her car.

Nothing sexy happened in the shower…except we helped each other soap up. I also got a chance to see her pussy still leaking my cum out of her. I got hot just thinking about her walking around town with my cum dripping out of her. While we drove back to the bar, we talked about what happened. We agreed we would keep it casual.

We’ve hooked up a few times after this but that’s probably for another post. It’s the first time I’ve been this excited about a girl in a LONG time and felt like this would be a good place to post it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vlk9d/mf_my_goingaway_happy_hour_led_to_me_fucking_a

14 comments on “[MF] [M]y going-away happy hour led to me [f]ucking a recent college co-ed

  1. First: sorry about your wife. I’m married myself and I couldn’t imagine my life without mine.

    Second: wow. That story was hot. Very descriptive and intense. I think we need more from you.

  2. OK, that’s a gooooood story. No, wait, that’s a GREAT story.
    I’m sorry also to hear about your wife, but you both handled this with aplomb.
    great sexy build-up and “finish”
    here’s to more with her.

  3. She said, “My ex works in IT. I don’t know all that you do but I just find it hot when he talked about his computer stuff. Can you teach me something in IT?”

    C’MON MAN. You tell her about SDWAN or some sexy shit like your plans to migrate PII to a hybrid cloud?

  4. > always delicious and always gluten free.

    I’m sorry but that’s where you lost me. Blatant lies like that ruin a story for me.

  5. > she whispered in my ear, “I want to pretend it’s our wedding night. I want to be your wife, just for tonight. Like we just got married and are about to go on our honeymoon.”

    And that’s the point where I would have run straight through the door leaving a cutout a la Bugs Bunny. Wouldn’t even have a boner bump, that would have freaked me out so completely.

    I’m glad it didn’t wig you out and you got the sexy hotness, but I physically twitched when I read that part. Hoo boy.

  6. Excellent story!

    Sorry about your wife.

    Your future second wife sounds like a real keeper. I hope it works out for you two.

  7. Thank you so much for sharing this story with a bunch of anonymous strangers on the Internet. Intense, and well told, and bittersweet.

    I can’t imagine losing my wife. I know life would go on, and my kids are my life, but… damn.

    Be good to yourself. Be good to your young friend. And let life happen.

  8. Well written and very descriptive!
    I am sorry for the loss of your wife. I’m sure you miss her.
    Hope all goes well for the future!
    Also post more of this!

  9. Great story! You guys are cute!

    Off topic, but stories like this make me realise how common drink driving seems to be in the US (I’m assuming that’s where you are). Here in the UK it would be socially and legally taboo to get in the car when tipsy on shots. Just get a cab next time and start fooling around on the journey home!

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