Starting [M]y 20th with a bang in the track team locker room [mf]

The fall semester was in full swing. I was bummed to still be living on campus as a junior, even worse, I had a random roommate. However, my group of friends agreed to hold my birthday party at their apartment. Adding to the excitement, it would be the first big party we would hold that year. The theme was BET vs. CMT. As someone with no shame, I yeehawed in head first, making myself a cut-off tank top and a pair of comically short daisy dukes to go along with my American flag bandana. The party began as expected, too many guys and no one was drunk enough. After about two hours of platonic conversations, I started to lose hope. But that’s when Rae walked in.

We met the previous day at a new members event that my club was hosting. It wasn’t easy balancing my obligation to professionalism as an officer of the club with my recently acquired upperclassman bluster. After chatting for a bit, I was knocked down a few pegs back to reality. I couldn’t tell if she was shy or disinterested. Adding to my disorientation was her looks. Rae was the Schodinger’s cat of people, existing in multiple states simultaneously. Combining the ordinary: 5’3”, chest length brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin; with the intriguing: slim thick, a small D bust, an aura of mystery/intimidation, and a devilish look.

I let some time pass after her entry, making my presence known indirectly. Eventually, I walked up to her and asked if she wanted to dance. Given her age (18), I was surprised by how well she moved her hips and her overall comfort level as she pushed her deceptively large ass into my denim covered cock. I felt my way around her curvy body cautiously, moving my hands from her waist to her ass to just below her tits, gauging her interest. She must have gotten impatient with me because she soon turned around and we started to aggressively make out. I pulled her close, one hand behind her head and another on her waist. The first time she bit my lip, I took it as a challenge to my dominance, quickly biting hers back. This was a mistake, but more on this later. We made out and groped each other for what seemed to be forever (most likely about 30 minutes), while my friends did their best to cock block me, taking pictures, taking off my head band and putting on a straw hat, taking off the straw hat and putting on a beanie. Enough was enough and I asked if we could leave, to which Rae agreed.

Knowing my room would be occupied, I scoured my brain for other possible locations. First on the list was the football stadium. I had snuck in many times before and knew the press box should offer us enough privacy as well as a great story. Luckily the gate was open. Unfortunately, a police officer kicked us out. Next to the stadium is the athletic support building. Having tried out for the track team my freshman year, I knew the code to facility and that there was a couch in the men’s track locker room.

Upon entry, we tore at each other’s clothes. I bent her onto all fours and began to play with her dripping pussy, one hand on her clit, the other inside of her. I went at her like this, in addition to spanking her and pulling her hair until she loudly came. Not wanting to be outdone, Rae pushed me back onto the couch and began sucking me off while playing with herself. After having her fun, she mounted me and we continued our voracious assault on each other. I’d choke her, she’d choke me. She drew a little blood on scratching my back, I returned in kind. In the middle of this swirling tempest, I thought about the consequences of our actions. We weren’t using protection. I didn’t know if she was on birth control. I assumed if she would do this with me, she was probably pretty sexually active. However, I buried these thoughts in the back of my mind before I stressed myself out too much. I told her when I felt myself getting close and she instructed me to cum on her tits. I listened and painted her tits like it was going into a gallery.

When we were done, we cuddled in and on top of our sweat and fluids for a bit, before dressing and going our separate ways. The next morning, I awoke to a swollen, bruised, and cut up lip. Hickies on my neck and chest that implied I was a vampire’s fuck toy, as well as bruises and scratches up and down my body. This was the 1st of 3 times together. I can’t remember exactly why we stopped, but I want to say it had something to do with me wanting me and the difficulty of arranging our meeting. Prior to her, I thought I had a good grip on what “rough” sex was like. Rae blew away those notions and taught me that casual sex can be fun, exciting, and passionate while also being respectful of each other.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fcjns2/starting_my_20th_with_a_bang_in_the_track_team