[M]y Freshman Fun [MF]

Hey y’all. This is my first story I’m posting here and it took place around September last year. Names are changed for privacy reasons. At the time, I was 18 years old, standing at 5’9″, and average build.

It always seems to start in college, huh?

I was a new freshman in college and I (like any other college student) was bored and scrolling through my university’s subreddit. I came across a post along the lines of a shy girl wanting to make friends but not knowing how to go about doing so. I decided to PM her and the next afternoon she got back to me. We decided to meet before her shift started. I asked where to meet and she told me to meet close to her work — which was sort of a grocery shop that was in the same building as my dorm. I asked her if she lived in the same dorm and was surprised when she said yes. I asked which floor she lived on and coincidentally she lived one floor lower than me. This got me really excited and nervous at the same time. From one perspective, I could be meeting someone who I could potentially call a very close friend and she lives super close. From another perspective, I’m agreeing to meet with a stranger from reddit and I have to trust everything I know about her from what she says online. In fact, I wasn’t even sure I was meeting up with a girl at that point.

Either way, we arranged to meet and I waited outside the elevator entrances on her floor. She only told me that she had pink hair, but the first time I laid eyes on her, I said something along the lines of “goddamn” in my head. She was a few inches shorter than me with soft caramel skin and faded pink-dyed hair pulled back in a high pony-tail. Her eyebrows cleanly accented her sparkling brown eyes and long black eyelashes. I noticed her uniform and knew she was the person I was looking for.

She looked at me in surprise — almost like “What’s a boy doing on the girl’s floor?” I approached her and said, “Hi, I’m Ken. I was going to meet somebody.”

“Oh,” she responded, “Hi,” she muttered quietly. In our PM conversations, I told her my name and that I was white. Later, she told me she was expecting me to be blonde with blue eyes or something — not black hair, dark brown eyes, and half-white.

I asked, “Wait, are you Hi-Chews?” (a name she gave me on our PM conversations.)

“Yeah, well that’s my nickname.”

*Obviously* I thought to myself as I read her nametag on her uniform.

“I’m Maya,” she told me, and that name matched with her nametag.

“Nice to meet you. Should we uh… head down?” I suggested. There was a lounge on the ground floor where her work was located so I figured we could hang out there and get to know each other a little since it was about an hour before her shift started. We took the elevator down. It was a little awkward as both of us were shy and in a new environment — just a week into our first semester on campus. Once we got to the lounge, we sat there awkwardly a little until one of us picked up the conversation. Then we got to talking and it was all fine. We learned the basics about each other and a little about our backgrounds. She was Mexican with a little bit of Filipina mixed in.

I ended up sharing some of my fiction writing for her to read because it came up in our conversation at some point. Our conversation stayed mostly friendly but non-flirtatious. Eventually, her shift came around soon enough and she told me to come and visit her while she worked.

I went back up to my room and just hung out there for a bit. Eventually I decided to go back downstairs and “buy some things” from the shop — in other words, just an excuse to see Maya again. When I came by, I went between a few isles and eventually caught her eye. For what seemed like a minute (but was probably just three seconds), we stared at each other in the eye and a smile formed on both our faces. I faced away because I felt myself smiling like an idiot. Eventually, I went up to her checkout counter and said something like “Hey stranger.”

“Hey you,” she responded. We flirted lightly until someone else came in line. I took my things and told her I’ll text her later. Nothing else happened that night, though. Her shift ended and I decided to accompany her into the elevators; she got off on her floor and I got off at mine. Nothing else happened that night.

The next day, classes went by and that evening I was in my room alone. I decided to text to Maya again. I asked her what she was doing and she said something along the lines of avoiding her roommate — who invited like three guys over to her room. I told her she could come over to my room since my roommate was out doing god knows what. She agreed and I walked over to the elevators, preparing to go down one floor to meet her. But she was already on my floor in front of the elevators. Kinda caught me off guard but I still greeted her like I was unfazed. She was wearing black leggings and a blue bralette-type top and her hair was the same as the previous night.

I led her back to my room and she asked if I had a charger — her phone was at like 18%. I let her use my Lightning cable as we chatted about nothing really important. As we talked, I noticed her body movement becoming more and more flirty. I played along, not wanting to make the first move but also not wanting to act too passive. A few times, I tried playfully grabbing her phone from her hands and unlocking it with her FaceID. She kept turning around and eventually made her way between my arms. I kept angling the phone to try to get a reading of her face and she pressed her back up to my chest and ass against my hips. I tried to ignore my horniness in case she wasn’t really into me, but she kept getting more and more flirtatious.

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**SEX STUFF BEGINS HERE**

Eventually, after we both failed at invading the other’s privacy (her by looking for my search history on my laptop — which I delete constantly — and me trying and failing to unlock her phone), I asked in the least creepy way possible if she wanted to get on my bed. She agreed. It was a loft, so we had to climb a ladder. She got up first — quite eagerly might I add — and I got up second. She got on her phone while I got situated next to her. At this point, I knew something was up but I still didn’t want to make the first move in case it would have put me off as too forward. We kept talking about more stuff I can’t remember and she ended up putting her phone down. We were talking about how I’ve not dated anyone or had even an affectionate hug since around December the previous year. She said, “You know, humans need seventeen touches per day to feel normal?”

“Well I guess that’s why I never feel normal,” I responded, casually pushing my arm above her head on my pillow.

She moved her hand to my shoulder and tapped it, counting each time. “One, two, three, four, five,” she started at a normal voice, decreasing in volume at each number. “…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen,” she ended with a whisper. By that number, my face was awfully close to hers and she turned her head. “Better?” she whispered. Before I knew it, her lips were on mine and she was kissing me. I kissed her back.

We kissed for a good little while before I decided to turn it up a bit. I started exploring her mouth with the tip of my tongue and she started to exhale a bit more. My hand wandered from her cheek to her neck and collarbone. By now, I was making out with this stranger from reddit I met just last night. I placed my hand on her chest over her top. I pulled away from the kiss slowly and asked if she was okay with what was happening. She nodded and pulled me closer to kiss again. I obliged and moved my hand lower, groping at her left breast while laying my lips on hers again. I slowly moved my kisses from her lips to her cheek and down to her neck. I moved my hand under her top and started grasping her breasts over her bra.

It was at this point where I decided being side-by-side on my bed wasn’t doing it. So I got on top of her with my body between her legs. I kept kissing around her neck, slowly moving to her collarbone. By now, she was moaning quietly, urging me to continue what I was doing. My hands moved back to her stomach and explored every inch of her upper body, slyly moving her top up and bra with it. I took both nipples and rolled them between my fingers while my lips slowly moved down to meet with one of her breasts. By the time my mouth was over one of her nipples, my hand started making its way down to her leggings. Her heavy breathing synchronized with my movements. I listened to her pleasure and took joy in the fact that I made her feel this good.

I put my hands at her hips and tried wiggling her leggings off, but she had to help me with that. They were off enough to give me access to her panties but still on in case my roommate throws open the door and busts in. My fingers made their way over her panties and massaged the insides of her thighs — just to tease her a little. Her breathing came heavier and quiet moans came from her soft lips. I pushed my fingers along her pussy over her moist underwear slowly. Then I moved the panties away from the prize and slowly rubbed at her very wet lips. She was already squirming a little at this. I experimented a little and pushed my middle finger in a little. She gasped at this. All the while, I was still licking and biting at her nipples.

We kept going like this until I gave up with my hands. I had to taste her. I pulled off her panties to where her leggings were and got my face between her legs. She was breathing heavy in anticipation. I slowly extended my tongue to lightly touch her clit. At this, she angled her hips and pushed her body into my mouth. From there, I licked and fingered and rolled her nipples between my fingers. I took in her taste and listened to her quiet moans, I moved with her squirming and was loving every bit of it.

Soon enough, I heard her start to moan louder and louder, her breathing quickened and became shorter each time. I increased the pace and pushed further into her with my fore- and middle-fingers. I licked quicker at her clit and I felt her hands combing through my hair, pushing my head into her more. I squeezed at her nipples and grasped at her breasts more. And suddenly, she let out a loud groan and started shaking. Her legs and arms were shaking and she pushed my head away from her pussy. I slowly moved my hands away until she started to come down from her orgasm. Then, I slowly moved back in to kiss her again — and help her back into her clothes. “I guess we’re a thing now?” I asked.

“If you want us to be,” she giggled quietly.

“I think we should see where it goes,” I said before reaching out and squeezing her boob. She squeaked at that and giggled a little. Eventually, she said she had to get back to her room. She left and not five minutes later, my roommate came back. I was chilling on my bed on my phone. I was glad the windows were open, or our room would’ve been smelling a lot different.

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This is only the first time with Maya. Let me know if you want to read the rest of the stories with her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fc9gaf/my_freshman_fun_mf