I’ve shared stories in the past and felt like diving back into my college days for another fun memory. I tend to be long-winded so feel free to skip to the “————“ for the sexy part!
As a man in a long-term relationship, I occasionally reminisce about my single days back in undergrad. Recently single and moving into a freshman dorm at a school of over 30,000 undergrads, I knew that I’d have my opportunities for some luck with the ladies if I played my cards right. I figured my best chances would be to do the usual: go to football games and parties and try to meet girls the usual way. I didn’t expect to make anything happen with people I lived with in the dorms. My floor was uniquely close-knit and there was an agreement against the idea of “floorcest,” which would fuck up the fun dynamic if drama flared up from people getting involved with each other. I ended up breaking the cardinal rule pretty quickly thanks to a girl named Demi.
Demi was a knockout from the second I met her. A short girl, with jet black hair, an obscenely tight body, an ever-expanding collection of appropriately-placed tattoos, and a perpetually mischievous look had me entranced from the beginning. At first, I abided by the rules of the floor and figured she was off-limits. My roommate was taking his best shots with her roommate (who was herself an absolute stunner, and Halloween narrowly missed being an unbelievable experience with her, but that’s a different story…), which made me think that I might as well see what chemistry I had with Demi. We bonded over mutual love of local bands, tattoos, and cheap whiskey, and before I knew it we were linking arms to head out each weekend to find a basement party with the group.
Despite this arrangement, I never felt like I was on the verge of a breakthrough. Demi was all too eager to go talk to whoever we’d come across when we went out, so I figured she was doing her own thing and I should act accordingly. I danced and flirted around as usual and while we’d gravitate back towards each other, I never thought we’d advance beyond just casual flirting and the rudimentary freshman sexual tension. That all changed in the span of one pre-game.
It was your typical college scene: cheap vodka and mixers, a crackly iHome speaker, and a huddled mass of barely adults slamming back hard liquor like prohibition was about to make a comeback. Demi and I were having our usual BSing as everyone worked up their usual buzz when she asked if I wanted to go out to grab a cigarette with her. I was the prototypical “I’ll only smoke when I’m drunk” smoker, so I followed her to the gazebo near our dorm. As soon as we were out of sight of anyone we knew she huddled close to me and lit her cigarette. We kept up small talk for a minute or two before she took a heavy drag, sighed, and through slightly slurred speech said, “it would be nice to get fucked sometime soon.”
My heart about stopped. I collected myself and tried to be suave, but probably stammered like an idiot before she made it clear she wanted me to be the corrector of her problem. After a little bit of making out she cooed “later” and marched back upstairs with me immediately in tow.
From then until we got back from whatever party we wound up at was a blur. We danced, we drank, we made out, I tried to sneak an ass grab or two in before getting playfully pushed away with that telltale “later” siren song from Demi as I blue-balled myself into oblivion. By the time our group started to break apart around 2:30am, everyone was sufficiently hammered and Demi split off with some girlfriends and shot a text that we’d have to rain check. Impatiently, I agreed.
This routine continued for a few weeks with my ever-increasing frustration starting to mount. Was she just fucking with me? Was I a fallback option? Did she actually want anything with me at all? I figured maybe it was just something that happened when we were partying and that it didn’t amount to anything, so I started talking myself out of it and figured it wasn’t worth my time. A weekend came and went without speaking to Demi hardly at all before a random Tuesday before class where I got a simple text at 11:00 in the morning: “Come to my room alone whenever you’ve got a few minutes.”
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Obviously I could have interpreted this message any number of other ways, but thankfully I took it the way a horny 18-year-old would and slipped a condom into my pocket before strolling down the hallway to Demi’s room. On the first knock the door was open, and by the time the door was shut her tongue was down my throat and her hands were reaching for my belt. “My next class is at 12:00, fuck me before I leave.”
I didn’t bother questioning the how or why, I just started tearing her clothes off as fast as I could. I kissed down her neck as I unclasped her bra and her tits were exposed to the late fall air. Demi’s nipples were hard from the light breeze coming from the only window in the room and I was quick to take one in my mouth, fondling and pinching the other with my free hand as the other hand worked on peeling her yoga pants off her plump ass and down her toned legs. She squealed and moaned into my head as I sucked her nipples and squeezed her ass with her down to just a lacy pale orange thong, and she worked quickly to pull down my jeans and pull off my shirt.
I quickly moved us to the bed and moved her thong to the side, kissing quickly back up her legs and diving into her freshly shaved pussy. Demi moaned loudly as my tongue made its first long lap from the very bottom of her hole up to the top of her clit, her soaked pussy glistening in anticipation of what we’d both known was weeks in the making. Ordinarily, I’d take my time to eat her to orgasm at least once, but one glance at the bitch of a clock that said 11:35 told me I’d better keep moving.
As I spent a few minutes eating Demi out and running my hands up and down her sides, I had torn open the condom I’d brought with me and slipped it on as I knelt on the edge of the bed. I kissed up her stomach and got face to face with her before whispering “do you want me to fuck you before class?” to which she whimpered “mmhmm” and immediately I thrusted my cock into her now drenched pussy, causing her to gasp loudly and wrap her legs around me. I knew time wasn’t on my side and my sole goal was to fuck her as hard and fast as I was able to.
Demi whispered filthy things in my ear to egg me on as I pounded away at her, before I reached around and teased her ass with my finger to get her closer. She dug deeper into my shoulder and told me to fuck her harder, so I picked up the pace and slammed myself deeper into her tight pussy. I had barely noticed her sneakily slip her fingers between us to rub her clit as I pounded her before she croaked that was was about to cum and clenched down hard on my cock.
As she came, I felt myself starting to cum as well, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pinned us both against the bed and picked up my own pace, catching the back end of her orgasm with the beginning of my own and shooting rope after rope into the condom while still buried inside her. As our orgasms subsided, I returned to briefly sucking her nipples and kissing back up her chest before nibbling her neck and giving her one deep kiss. As our breathing softened to normal pace, she glanced up at the wall clock.
“11:51, not bad. Now get up, I’ve got class.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9wx8n2/weeks_of_teasing_lead_to_the_hottest_quickie_i