Sleeping with my Dealer… [MF]

I’ve always liked to write. The past years have definitely led me to some crazy experiences, and now that I slowed down a little I thought it’s a good time as any to share one of them.

This story starts in the first semester of my freshman year of college. I had just moved across the ocean to go to University and everything was so new. Ever since graduating, my high school group of friends and I spent the summer doing shit and getting high. I had become quite the stoner and the urge to smoke was definitely packed into the six suitcases of stuff I had on me. I quickly realized my roommates weren’t big fans of weed, so I met a group of people I could chill and smoke with. It also helped that one of those people was a dealer.

I met Kit when he was on acid and I stepped into his dorm room. He was good friends with a girl friend of mine who suggested we go somewhere to “get high for free.” I was very excited to cop some bud without having to shell out any cash, so I agreed in an instant. Kit was short, 5’7 at best, he wore glasses and was of average build, but he had something about him that intrigued me beyond words. He definitely wouldn’t have been able to deal drugs without that indescribable **it** factor, so I don’t think I was the only one. When I entered his room, he was tripping with a much taller friend who was lying down on the bed drawing doodles on Snapchat and completely unable to speak. I could tell he had done it many times, because he looked perfectly sober. Maybe a little stoned, but nothing like his friend. At the time, I was attempting to start a music club at my university, so when he began playing guitar and told me he was studying composition, I didn’t hesitate when he asked me for my number. I didn’t think much of it, other than he could be interested in something I was getting going and I could have some weed whenever I wanted. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was going to go somewhere else.

A few days later, I was caught up with a roommate meeting when I received a text of his inviting me to smoke. I quickly hopped in the shower and put on my usual ‘70s inspired get up: a sexy red crop top and tight, dark wash bell-bottomed jeans. I loved the way they left just a little of my tummy exposed, barely showing my belly button and hugging my spade-shaped butt. I didn’t have a lot on my chest department, but I could rock my assets quite literally. Oh, at this point I should mention that I am a girl. I was nineteen and pretty petite at 5’2 and 109 lbs, which is why I was permanently glued to wedges or heels. I had, and still have I guess, hazel-brown smallish eyes, long wavy golden blonde hair and a nice pair of heart-shaped full, naturally cherry-colored lips. My tan from summer had started to fade out, but I still had a light caramel colored complexion that shone particularly brightly on that sunny day.

When I headed to Kit’s room on my own, I was surprised to find yet another tall guy he was hanging out with. We quickly went downstairs to sign him out and smoke a joint and I immediately felt myself relax. The conversation with Kit was pretty generic, but he immediately noticed my outfit. “You look dope,” he said, which is as nice of a compliment someone who makes money selling drugs can give you, I guess. He then poked my belly button surprisingly hard, sending tingles to my sensitive groin. I looked up and met his brown warm eyes, which looked at me with an amusing curiosity: was he *into* me? More importantly, was I into *him?* Whenever I realize someone might be attracted to me, I immediately make up my mind about whether I’d want to see them naked on top of me or not. In this case, it took little time for me to realize that oh yeah, I did. I laughed audibly and playfully pushed him back. We spent a few hours hanging out, watching *Weeds* (classic) and just smoking a little more. Some people came by to get stoned and pick up, so by the end of the evening I was severely baked, which almost made me forget I had dinner plans with a girl friend. I told her to come by as it was getting dark. We then laid on the bed next to each other to cool down. While we were watching movies, Kit had turned the lights off to shine a bright multi-colored neon night light projected onto the ceiling. In the dark, we got to talking: he told me he was from Pennsylvania and on financial aid because his parents couldn’t afford our expensive school, which is why he got to dealing.

“Bullshit,” I said, “you deal because you *love* to smoke,” I said jokingly. He turned to face me, one of the first times he actually looked serious, and I felt the room disappear with the intensity of his eyes. I wonder how much of me he could actually see, and how much he was just imagining in the corners of his mind.

“You’re right,” he said. I bit my lip, finding myself a little too enthusiastic about this boy than I would have wanted. In previous experiences, I had found it true that shorter guys have thicker, bigger dicks—but I could add another sample to the research. I turned to face him, tucking my hands underneath his soft white pillows and folding my legs in a fetal position.

“My friend Gina might be coming by soon. We are going to dinner.” I had to know just how much he wanted me around.

He was still looking ahead but I saw his thick brows arch, “Oh, you’re leaving?”

“Well, I can always come by later,” I said casually, with a feigned vocal fry to mask my curiosity.

“Come through. Phil’s coming too and we’re all going down to the 8th floor.” Phil was the name of the friend who had tripped with him the night we met. I had heard the eighth floor was a renowned hangout for stoners on late nights, but the thought of having more people around was a slight disappointment, not going to lie. I shyly accepted and saw Gina’s silhouette materialize by the door, someone must have let her in before we even realized.

“I_Didnt_Mean_Toooo, what the heck?” I guess it must have seemed a little weird to walk into a dark room reeking of weed and finding me in bed with some guy. Kit introduced himself quickly, and I hugged him goodbye as Gina and I left for our favorite Japanese restaurant. We had a nice sushi dinner and then headed back to her room to drink. Oh, to be young and not have convincing fake IDs.

While we headed out, I felt my leg vibrate and noticed a notification from Kit materialize on my phone. He had texted me, “You better come back later.” I grinned at the screen, contemplating where this was going. Gina must have noticed my wandering eyes and immediately jumped on the bed I had been lying on with a bottle of Vodka. Unscrewing the cap, she asked, “So what’s up with Kit?”

“I don’t know!” I lamented, trying to be as convincing as possible.

“Umm, I think you know,” she said taking a quick swig from the bottle and passing it on.

“Okay, hold on” I said. I quickly turned to sit facing her and proceeded to gulp down at least three full Mississippis worth of booze. When I violently came back for air, Gina was horrified. “Jesus I_Didnt_Mean_Toooo. You’re gonna end up *fucked,”* if only.

“I don’t know, I met him, we hung out…” I said ignoring her comment.

“But do you *like* him?” she asked me.

I frowned in thought and turned back to my screen. When I closed my eyes the twinkles of light from his room and the depth of his eyes came back to me with particular clarity and I flirted back.

“Why?” I texted him.

The reply was almost instant, “Because I really wanna kiss you.” Bam. There it was. I felt a shiver of excitement rush through me and threw the phone at Gina with loud laughter. We both agreed that it was time for me to go and as I headed back I heard her yell at me, “I can’t believe you’re gonna fuck the dealer!”

The walk to his dorm was just a mere seconds. I was moving as fast as I could in an effort not to miss him alone and catch another random tall friend or stranger looking to blaze. When the elevator doors finally opened, I felt another shiver, this time of coldness and watched as my erect nipples poke underneath my top. The blessings of not wearing bras. When I knocked, the door was open and the room was still dark.

“Hey,” he greeted me nonchalantly. Had he just forgotten the last thing he’d said to me?

“Hi,” I greeted back, sitting on the side of his bed. When he turned to look at me, I felt more dazed than I could imagine. Weed, alcohol, and hormones gave my face a particularly sultry look that caught him off guard. I finally got a chance to scan him from top to bottom and noticed his bulge through his khaki shorts. *Damn.* I knew I was right. If that’s what it looked like normally, I wonder what happens when he goes to town. His whole demeanor, quiet, discrete and confident, even the slow yet loud way he moved across the room approaching me made me purse my lips. I wanted him.

He headed over to me, in that slow, deliberate pace of his, dragging his feet across the floor as I stared at his deep, dark eyes. He finally leaned into me, “So, can I?”

I couldn’t even talk, “Uhm, uhm” I said, as he finally grazed my lips with his. Our first peck wasn’t anything more than taste of each other, but I was already breathing heavily. Maybe it was the lights, but I felt fireworks as he held my waist. I took a look at him, desire overtaking me as I leaned back into him and kissed him again. I sucked on his bottom lip, delicately teasing his tongue with mine. I put my elbows on his shoulders when we finally gave in. Our tongues circled each other with passion, swirling around in our mouths. We turned our heads as the speed and depth of the kiss intensified, and I pulled him in an embrace. I slowly pulled away, needing some air and saw him. As soon as I took one look at his pensive, boyish face I leaned back in, this time with hotter, shorter kisses. I couldn’t get enough of his tongue on mine. Our kiss was wet, raw, and inevitable. We just wanted each other. He eventually moved to nuzzle my neck and I let out a little moan. I can’t help it, I’m a loud person.

That was enough to ruin the fun as I felt him chuckle into my collar bone.

“Hey there… there’s time for that babe” he said, rubbing my leg. Fuck, I wanted that time to be now. He collapsed into my knees and pushed himself back up, “I wanna smoke you out first,” he said.

I nodded, and in perfect timing, Phil emerged into the room wearing a baseball hat. He was also from Pennsylvania, I learned as conversation ensued. We then proceeded to head down to the eighth floor, where the supposed party was at. The four guys there were sitting in a circle, passing around an elephant-shaped pipe. Kit introduced me to everyone there and I quickly got the hang of the conversation.*

(*Interesting Side Note: These people went on to become some of my best friends through my time in college. It’s wild)

The person’s whose dorm room—and pipe—it was was a kid named Chip who played soccer and was of African heritage. Chip spoke with the deepest, slowest voice I heard. At first making out what he was saying was impossible, so I focused on not getting too stupid and catching glimpses of Kit here and there while we talked. I was glad when it finally was his turn to smoke: I finally had a reason to justify staring at him uninterruptedly for at least a couple of seconds. He held the pipe with his left hand and lit its hole with a lighter. When he started sucking on the pipe, inhaling loudly for what seemed like an eternity, I finally could make out his features in concentration. He looked so confident with that pipe in his mouth, looking like that and doing what he does. He held it in for a few moments before exhaling a dense cloud of smoke all around us.

I whiffed in as much as I could of him and demanded the pipe be passed to me despite it not being yet my turn. Kit handed it to me with a sly, crooked smile and I grabbed it like lightning. I lit the bowl looking straight at Kit, who had captured my eye in some sort of cannabis spell. I wanted him to know what I could do, both with weed and with my mouth. I rimmed the pipe tightly, pressing my lips around it so they would peek out slightly, and took my hit. I could tell Kit was trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but the smoky look in his eye said otherwise. He bit the inside of his lip before partially parting his mouth. When I felt I couldn’t hold in more smoke, I blurted it out curving my lips. As I passed the pipe to the next recipient, I noticed Kit’s khaki shorts in my field of vision, which instantly drove them to his now protruding bulge. It was starting to look significantly different than back in the room: bigger, thicker and slightly curved. I looked up, letting him know I **knew** and he smiled. I couldn’t wait to test him again.

About an hour later, Chip wanted to go to sleep, so we all left. Kit and I were not alone in the elevator, so controlling my desire to kiss him was particularly difficult. When we were finally back in the room, he seemed very collected.

“So how did you like Chip?” He asked me.

“He’s great. Everyone’s great.” **Your dick must be great,** I thought to myself. This time I avoided going straight for the bed and instead paced around his room, looking through his colorful collection of paraphernalia. I was admiring a pink bong when I felt his hands around me. I Immediately turned to him and we kissed. It was just as addicting as before, with the plastic rim of his glasses denting my nose. We completely swallowed each other and I felt his hands move down to my butt. He copped it lightly before I let out another faint sigh. We emerged a handful of minutes later, but it felt like hours. As he hopped on the bed, he said.

“It’s like 3am, I don’t mind it if you crash here,” Fuck. I’d been with him *twelve hours*?

“Thanks, I’ll take you up on that.” He didn’t even have to ask me twice before I laid down next to him and realized I had pants. “Can I borrow something of yours to sleep in? I don’t wanna mess up my clothes.”

He nodded and came back with an enormous white t-shirt that I didn’t think belonged to him at all. I raced to the bathroom to change and found him also in pajamas on the bed.

“Thanks again,” I said.

He faced me and smiled before pulling me in for another kiss. I felt our chests bump into one another and wished I *hadn’t* asked for another layer between me and his hot skin. His hands traveled, from stroking my neck to feeling my stomach. Fuck, my nipples were so hard. When he finally found one with his thumb, he flicked it rapidly, forcing me to pull away and let him kiss his way to my neck as I laid there, consumed by lust. He sucked on my neck and moved his hand down, down. When he reached my underwear, I couldn’t have it anymore and guided him under it. He was quick to speed up his kisses before pulling away and looking at me with raw desire. He teased my vagina, stroking it a little before getting the first finger in. I moaned and proceeded kissing his chest, unable to control how much of him I wanted.

“Oh you’re so wet,” he said, mildly amused. He began slipping the finger in and out, increasing intensity and pace. I began to shake, feeling completely taken by his touch. I felt the pressure increase when he stuck two more fingers in there and rocked me fast. I panted at every pounding, filling me more and more with pleasure. I pulled his head into mine and forced him into a kiss as he continued fingering me. I felt completely and utterly consumed by him, and kissed him with my characteristic urgency. I stroked his hair, forcing his head into mine from the back of his neck. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled back again to find him baring his teeth and looking straight into me as I moaned, moaned and moaned. I started kissing his biceps again, slightly sucking on them and feeling all of his back.

“Fuck,” he said, slowing his pace down, “do you feel this?” he whispered in my ear and I began feeling something poking through my sides, “I’m so hard babe.” I then felt a fourth finger going in and humped his rock hard dick. We ground on to each other, syncing our rhythm. I was in heaven: the head of his dick was poking my clit as he fingered my pussy like there was no tomorrow, I felt his fingers splash through my juices when he suddenly stopped and went in much deeper than before. I opened my eyes to look up at him and I noticed his hand had disappeared inside of me. He fisted me hard and I began biting down his arm again, the only thing keeping me from screaming. Within seconds there was no hope and I felt my back arching as I climaxed in pleasure with a loud orgasmic whimper. I was always lucky enough to have multiple orgasms during sex, and I was glad this was no different. My desire was nowhere near gone though as I felt him harder than ever before.

He let his fingers out of me and stuck them in my mouth to lick. I imitated the same expression I made earlier on the eighth floor and sucked on each and everyone of his fingers, “Mmm…” I said. I couldn’t help it anymore and reached for his dick, unbuttoning his shorts and pulling away the underwear.

He looked at me, mesmerized at what I was about to do. I let go of his last finger and started gliding my hand on his thick shaft. He then lied back on the bed, where I could see his cock in the neon lights. Hot damn, it was huge. At least a good 8 inches and half or more. And it was *thick* too. When I began to pull at his skin again, faster and faster, turning my wrist around, he started breathing very heavily. His serious sexy expression never left his face even when he throbbed with precum. I alternated between rapid, light strokes and deeper, longer ones that made him sigh under his breath.

“Can you blow me?” He asked.

Despite my promiscuity, I had one single rule: no head until vaginal sex had occurred.

“I don’t do head until I shag,” I said, not stopping once to jerk him off. He seemed not to say anything say for a few moans. I looked up at him to see he had parted his lips again and thrown his head back. His arched neck looked so sexy I couldn’t help myself not to suck on it. At least *that*. I found the spot I had wanted to mark with a hickey before and went to town. *Now* he was moaning. I tasted him with a lust I didn’t know I could have for him. His dick was so thick and strong in my hand, I wanted to rub it around me everywhere just to hear him moan some more.

“That’s too—bad,” he responded after a while.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” I whispered back in his ear, biting on his lobe before giving him a sloppy, wet kiss. I felt him starting to pulsate in my palm and used my other hand to cup his large ballsack. I don’t know why, but I love balls. The effect a simple touch can have on them is mystifying, and Kit wasn’t immune to it. Within a minute of my new addition I felt him get larger and larger until a shot of hot cum squirted in the air, through my hands and on his pajama shirt.

I smiled, “Now that wasn’t too bad now, was it?” I said with a cheeky grin.

Kit kissed me and ran to the bathroom to clean up and lose the shirt. I wasn’t expecting him to be a shirtless sleeper, but his warmth embraced me. We spooned for the night and I left in the morning.

I went back to see Kit a few more times and can write more about that if you guys are interested, but there is so much more that’s happened to me that is even more interesting than this. Let me know if you’d like me to share:) (and yes it does involve sucking dick).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vz24t/sleeping_with_my_dealer_mf