I (22 at the time) made my ex’s sorority sister (20 at the time) her “eskimo sister” [MF]

One night, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. I almost ignored it. “Hey, it said. Are you still living in DC?” I had recently moved to DC after college for a job, but even so, I figured if it was a number I didn’t recognize, it was just a coincidence and they meant to text someone else. “This is Tara, by the way. From Kristen’s sorority. I’m in town for a few days. Was hoping for a tour guide.”

Kristen was my ex. She had a “little”named Tara. I didn’t really get to meet Tara or the rest of Kristen’s sisters that frequently. But I did remember her. She was cute, a lot shorter than Kristen and *very* curvy. There was apparently a joke in their chapter that they looked like the number 18 standing next to each other. Out of curiosity, I checked Tara’s facebook page. Sure enough, the last post was about being excited about being in town for a conference related to her major.

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“Hey, been a minute, Tara,” I texted back. “Yeah, I’m still living in the area.” We texted back and forth for a bit. I ended up asking her if Kristen would be upset if she and I hung out.

“No, she actually gave me your number!” she sent back. Which was maybe a bit surprising. I mean, things didn’t end poorly with Kristen. But would she really try to set me up with her sorority sister?

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I suggested a bar for Tara to meet me at in the neighborhood she was staying in that night. I figured worst case scenario, I hear some gossip about how things are going on campus, and get drinks with someone. It’s not like I had plans that night. Best case scenario? Well… I would like to refer you to the number “8” above.

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When she arrived at the bar, Tara was definitely not dressed like someone out for a casual hang. She was in a low cut navy blue blouse and distractingly tight black jeans. I’m honestly not even a breast guy, but I swear I didn’t realize she had straightened and dyed her hair since the last time I saw her for a almost a whole minute when I saw her. She was a natural brunette, but now she had a kind of caramel ombre going on. Additionally she was wearing heels, maybe 3 or 4 inches high. Which was fine by me, I’m 6’4, I don’t like towering over people *that* much.

I called her name when I finally recognized her across the bar and then came over. She gave me a big hug. “Great to see you again,” she beamed. I said likewise. “You look fantastic,” I blurted out. Because I am a smooth criminal. Her smile got wider. “Thanks. Honestly, I needed to hear that. Randall and I broke up.” My honest reaction was “who the fuck was Randall again,” because, honestly, I did not remember any details of Kristen’s friends’ personal lives. But instead I said, “sounds like his loss. Let’s get you a drink and you can tell me about what brings you to town.” Because sometimes I can actually be smooth, I guess.

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Despite their physical differences, Tara and Kristen had a few things in common. The first I noticed is they could really knock back their liquor. I asked Tara her drink of choice and she told me anything with vodka in it. So we ordered a few anythings-with-vodka-in-them and caught up, mostly about things going on back on campus. After we had a few drinks, I asked her if maybe she wanted me to show her around town a bit.

“Or you could come back to my hotel room,” she shrugged. I almost choked on my drink when she said that.

“look,” she said, “Kristen and everyone else back home insists I need a rebound. And she always said what a great lay you were,” she put a delicate hand on my thigh. I am glad I put down my drink, because I would have spilled it if not.

“um.. wow.. .Kristen is okay with you and I….”

“She was weirdly ok with it.” Tara laughed. “She’s the one who gave me your number.”

And so we called a cab. By the time the cab arrived we we already making out. Even with the edition of the heels, I was almost a foot taller than Tara, so I had to lean quite low, her well manicured hands laced behind my neck as she pulled me in. My tongue moved quickly in her mouth, my hands finding their way down to her hips, then to her thick backside. I’m glad the cab came when it did because I had half a mind to earn a public indecency charge. We kept kissing in the cab.

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Back at her hotel room, the moment the door was closed she untied the front of her blouse. Her breasts were even more impressve than I had at first envisioned and my eyes must have visibly widened. “E cup, if you were curious,” she giggled. “Most guys end up asking. I lifted her onto a counter by the hotel door, biting her neck as I unclasped the bra. I was already hard, and she must have felt that through my jeans and hers. “wow, someone really liked what he saw” she teased.” I carried her over to the bed and playfully dropped her. Then I began undressing myself. She helped, her delicate hand finding its way to my belt.

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She slid down onto her knees, and greedily took me out. Her small hand on my thick cock, stroking it. She looked up at me. “Kristen always said you had a nice dick”

“how’s it hold up to expectations.”
She didn’t answer that with words. Instead she slowly took me in her mouth, getting maybe halfway down before needing to come up for air.

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Honestly Krisen was better at head. But she must have taught a thing or two to her “little,” because Tara was no slouch. She worked slowly, stroking me with her hand as she bobbed her head on me. Once I was fully erect I growled “can I fuck you now.” She seemed very enthusiastic about the prospect and climbed back on the bed.

I pulled her jeans and her thong down in one quick motion. Checking with my fingers I found her to be already wet. So I got a condom out of my wallet and positioned myself, entering her slowly. She begged for it deeper. At first I enjoyed making her beg, but I obliged. she was insanely tight, so I wasn’t able to thrust too hard. But I’m not complaining. Gripping her hips tighter I pressed deeper and deeper, loving the way she reacted. Kristen was prone to be quite quiet in bed. Tara was the kind of girl that when she is having a good time, the entire floor of the hotel hears it.

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She came, trying to press her own face into the mattress to muffle it. I wasn’t going to have any of that and pulled her hair back so I could hear.

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“What do you think” I teased, pulling out, “Worth it.

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“I think you need to fuck me more,” she laughed, rolling over onto her stomach. I obliged, pulling her legs closer to me. I pinned them up toward her chest, slowly reentering her. Biting her shoulders as I worked, careful not to leave marks that others at the conference would find too noticeable tomorrow.

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I finished and collapsed next to her, my eyes closed. When I looked up she was sitting up in bed, doing something on her phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked, more to make conversation than out of genuine curiosity.

“Texting Kristen I’m so glad she was okay with me being her Eskimo sister” she laughed.

She went to take a shower and told me I was free to join her, or to hang around a bit if I thought I could go for round two later. I opted for the latter. I don’t know how much the rest of her body got clean, but I’m sure her nipples were fucking spotless when I was done scrubbing them. By the end of the shower I was hard again. When we turned off the water I lifted her onto the sink and fell to my knees, grabbing her hips and slowly licking her pussy. I moved my tongue in quick motions, mirroring the bucking of her hips. It wasn’t long until she came. I looked up at her and she gasped “Randall hated doing that.”

“Good thing he isn’t here” I teased back.

We went out to the bed again. Good thing I had another condom in my wallet, because she had only packed the standard size, and they often cause me to lose erections. I lay on my back this time and she mounted me, facing forward to kiss me as she took me in. I let her take control, her body shaking as she slowly rocked herself back and forth, finding a depth she found particularly enjoyable. She came again and then I took that as permission to get rougher, pulling her hips down to me and lifting my back quickly to thrust up at her until I could release again.

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I got dressed after that, kissed her on the cheek, and offered her a real tour tomorrow if she had free time. She told me she might, and either way I should come back and visit. So I did.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/blua6r/i_22_at_the_time_made_my_exs_sorority_sister_20