As per standard decorum, no real names are used.
Amy and I met at a mutual friend’s housewarming party. She was adorable – around 4’10 with dark curly hair that bounced with every move. She was wearing a plaid skirt, pastel crop top, and my favorite part – no bra (gotta love college). Her friend Kate was the life of the party, but Amy had no trouble keeping a smile on my face. We, along with about 5 other people, were stuck in the kitchen, blocked in by a rambunctious conversation that spilt out into the hallway. Eventually, Amy and I get to talking, as we’re both not huge fans of the yelling going on about two feet away. We had a great conversation about everything and nothing at all that lasted through the night. And while nothing happened that evening, I left with her number and we quickly got to texting, trying to match our schedules so we could get together. I remembered that she had been planning on visiting a local art museum at some point and we agreed that it would be a ton of fun if we went together. We set a date for the following weekend.
The day arrived; I met Amy outside of her place and gave her call, letting her know I was outside. She basically bounced out of the front door in a grey knit dress that hugged her in all the right places – but to my dismay, it was cold out, so she covered up with a jacket. I called us an uber and we headed out to the museum.
To be truthful, the date started off slow. I’ll take the blame for this though. I had been up late trying to get some work done and it cut into my sleep. But one strong cup of coffee later, and we started hitting it off again. We spent the next couple of hours walking around, both admiring and making fun of all the art that we saw. By the time we make our way out of the gift shop, there’s a palpable tension between us. Now, I knew my roommate was home and he was not a fan of me bringing home company while he was there. But before I could come up with a solution, Amy invited me back to her place – sweetening the deal by saying that she had a bottle of wine collecting dust.
Of course, I agreed.
At the time, she lived in a campus apartment with a roommate of her own. But since classes hadn’t started yet, her roommate wouldn’t move in for a few days. We got back to her place and before the door clicked shut, we were against the wall. Outer layers and shoes flew off, scattering the floor. My hands find the back of her neck and hips while hers are wrapped around my head; lips locked. We do the classic make-out-travelling-shuffle over to her couch, landing with her straddling me. Her dress rides up just enough for me to start pulling it all the way up and over, coming off completely. This is when I finally get an eyeful of the perkiest set of tits I have ever encountered (no bra again – god bless). I trade in the eyeful for a handful, and they’re every bit as soft as they look. My lips make their way down her neck, chest, and soon I have her nipples in my mouth; kissing, sucking, the occasional soft bite. All the while, Amy’s hands are unbuckling my belt. Once that comes off, she slides down onto her knees, hands groping my cock through my jeans. The pants come off, and Amy swallows me whole. Her head is bobbing up and down, lips meeting the base each time. When she comes up for air, she grips my cock like a vice and jerks me off, using her spit as lube. Without stopping, she flicks her tongue around the head, taking extra time on the bottom of the tip. It’s fucking magical what she’s able to do with her mouth. I feel myself start to get close, but I don’t want to cum yet, so I stand and move her to the couch to return the favor.
Her black panties are off before I could even try to remove them off myself. One arm around each leg, I take a good look at her now dripping pussy. It hits me that she must have been playing with herself while she was blowing me and I’m all the more eager to keep her going. I dive in, licking in long strokes to make sure I hit every spot before focusing on her clit. I take a couple of fingers into my mouth to get them wet and slowly start finger fucking her. It’s tight. I can get one finger in easy but when I added the second, I could feel her walls applying pressure back. Taking my time, I find a rhythm and get to work. I feel Amy start to buck so I hook my other hand under her right leg, holding her stomach down to the couch. I’m not sure what I did, but I feel her walls constrict around my fingers and right after she lets out the loudest moan I have heard in my life. Honestly, I was so taken aback I stopped and looked at her to make sure everything was alright.
“Oh, yeah. I’m a moaner when I cum. I should have mentioned that.” Those were the first words spoken since we stepped inside her place.
Right after, Amy stands up, turns around, kneels, and bends over onto the couch, putting her pussy level to my cock. “Well come on, fuck me.”
With no hesitation, I slide myself in. Holy hell is it glorious. Now look, I don’t have a massive schlong, but – fuck – her pussy might as well have sucked me in, it was so tight. To say it fit like a glove would be an injustice. I don’t have the necessary words available to me to describe the godpussy that I had just entered. I take a moment to find my breath, grip her waist, and start giving her backshots as best as I can. As soon as I think I find a pace, Amy starts fucking me back. At this point, she’s buried her face into the couch to keep her moans from getting too loud. I can’t take it anymore and tell her I’m close. It’s now that I realize that I have no fucking clue if she’s on the pill and I have no plans on becoming a father anytime soon. But it’s too late to stop, I’m seconds away – so I make the decision to pull out. The moment I do, I cum all over her back. 4, 5 ropes shot out, landing up and down her spine.
Amy let out a small laugh and looked back at me. “Next time don’t make such a mess. I’m covered,” she said as she pointed to the implant in her arm.
“Next time?”
Yeah, ‘next time’ ended up being 30 minutes and one bottle of wine later.
And that was the beginning of the best FWB I would have throughout my entire time in college.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ey4fak/the_start_of_a_college_fwb_or_the_perks_of_making
Great story!