When I was a junior in college, I dated Katie (not her real name), a ballet dancer who studied Theater Management in the College of Fine Arts. She was a beautiful young woman, short and thin with a pixie haircut and engaging eyes. Katie was raised Catholic and was pretty conservative when it came to physical expressions of love. For the first eight months of our relationships, it was lots of nudity, but no sex and no blowjobs. I was in love, so I went along with it, but I was always looking for the way to crack the safe.
Every year before Spring term finals, the students of the CFA held a “mock prom”. It was a semi-formal dance with an unusual theme. That year was the “Mock Prom of Cruelty”, which promoted S&M undertones. Given her upbringing, I wasn’t sure if we would be going, as it really didn’t seem like type of Katie’s thing. But Katie was insistent that we go. I chalked it up just to being supportive of her department.
A couple of days before the mock prom, Katie called me and asked if I had a padlock. I had one that I had used to lock up my bike before getting my U-lock. Katie said she was working on a project and needed to borrow it for a couple of days. She borrowed a lot of things from me for her theater projects, so this didn’t seem out of the norm.
I stopped by Katie’s dorm to pick her up for the mock prom. Katie said to dress normally, but “rough around the edges”, so I wore some worn out jeans, an old, raggedy t-shirt, and a jacket I kept in my car for when I needed to change tires or other basic maintenance. Katie had decided to wear jeans with a black turtleneck and a denim vest. However, in place of a belt, Katie had a chain looped through the belt loops, fastened with my padlock. As I walked into her dorm room, Katie was fastening a black choker necklace. Well, I thought it was a choker necklace.
“Here, I need your help,” she said. “Clip this onto the back of my collar.”
It was a black leather leash, which matched the collar. Both had silver studs, which matched the color of the chain she had looped around her waist. Katie had decided we would go as a Dom/Sub couple, and she was going all out. I did as she asked, and clipped her leash to the collar. “You’ll need this,” Katie said as she slipped something into my hand. It was the key to the padlock. Then she finished her makeup and hair, slipped her ID in her pocket, and off we went. We weren’t going to get carded, so her ID was only necessary if we ended up at my dorm after hours. My roommate Jay was away all weekend for his Army Reserve weekend, so I had my place to myself.
We showed up at the Theater building and joined the crowd. Some of the theater students went all out with the S&M theme. Whips, chains, studded leather jackets, lots of skin showing. Some of them wore theater makeup bruises. I knew most of them pretty well, a fairly liberally-minded group, and even then I was still shocked by how people had embraced the theme. “Wow, this is crazy,” I whispered in Katie’s ear as we grabbed a drink. “I’m surprised you wanted to come.”
Katie turned to me and smiled. “It was my idea,” she replied with a wink. My eyes fluttered. Katie had never shown any side to her other than that of a somewhat private, introverted college freshman. The word “dumbfounded” fails to describe how I felt for the ten minutes as we made our way around the party.
As we circulated through the party, Katie realized she needed to go to the restroom. She went off, and then quickly came back. I had the key to the lock. I teased her that she needed to give me something for it. So she gave me a deep kiss and stared me in the eyes and said, “oh, I will.” Once again, my eyes fluttered as I fumbled getting the lock unlocked. She went off and came back, already locked up, slipping the key into my front pocket. Her fingers fanned out as she let go, a couple of them glancing against my cock, now a little more at attention than it had been a few minutes ago.
We drank and danced, mingling with the other attendees. She was right; the S&M theme was pretty hot. The students in the Theater department were pretty comfortable fraternizing with each other. This took that up a notch or two. There were couples that were “expanding horizons” with other. There were a few girls making out with other girls who had been as straight as a ruler not more than an hour or two earlier.
After another hour, Katie needed to use the restroom again. This time, she didn’t ask for the key. She simply reached into my pocket and fished around. It became clear she wasn’t exactly looking for the key with urgency, as her hand spent most of the time rubbing the shaft and head of my cock. After stroking me a couple of times, Katie pulled out the key and pulled me close to her. Staring me in the eyes, she whispered, “Do you like my outfit?” “Yes,” I said. “It’s very sexy.” “That’s not the half of it,” she replied with another wink. “I’m not wearing anything underneath.” And off she went.
My head spun a little. As a dancer, Katie often wore her leotards with nothing underneath. But this was the first time she had told me she had nothing on under her regular clothes. My cock was now straining against the front of my jeans. Loose fit or not, I’m sure Katie would notice when she came back.
As soon as she came back, she slipped the key back in my pocket with her right hand and she rubbed my cock through my jeans with her left. Once more locking eyes, Katie said “It’s getting late. We should probably go. Is your roommate home?”
“He’s gone all weekend,” I replied. “Great,” Katie smiled, “your windows are bigger than mine.” I had had a few drinks and wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but I knew that we were going to break new ground. As long as I didn’t screw it up, that is. Summoning all of the swagger I could muster, I leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss. “Let’s go,” I whispered in her ear.
We rushed over to my place. As soon as the door was closed in my dorm room, we were all over each other. I removed her collar, unlocked her “belt”, and pulled the chain from around her waist. She stepped back and pulled off her vest. Even though it was really dark in my room, her nipples stood out atop her small, firm breasts. I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her hips. Her black turtleneck, it turned out, was one of those tops that buttoned at the crotch.
Katie pushed me back before I could unsnap her. She walked over to the window and threw the curtains open. Now my sixth floor room was visible to every room in the upper half of the building across the way. The only light in my room came from the streetlights outside. It wasn’t bright, but it was definitely enough to see what was going on inside my room.
Katie quickly dispatched my jacket, t-shirt, and pants and threw me on to my bed. She dragged off my underwear and socks and climbed on top of me. I unsnapped her and pulled off her top. Finally free of her clothes, Katie was breathtaking. She leaned down and kissed me. “What do you want?” she asked, recalling my “payment” had come due.
I thought for a second. I didn’t have condoms, and sex was not in the cards yet, anyway. Katie had let me go down on her a bunch of times, but never while sitting on my face. I figured that if I put her in a 69 position, she might go down on me while I went down on her. So I went for it. “I want you to sit on my face.”
Katie smirked. She crawled up and positioned her pussy in my face as I commanded, although not as I intended. I had access to her clitoris, but her labia were a little too far for me to access, which gave me my opportunity. “Turn around,” I said. “I can’t reach.”
Katie complied without hesitation. As soon as she had her knees beside my ears, she lowered her pussy to my mouth, and I went to work. And after about a minute or two, Katie lowered her body into a 69 position. Every time she arched her back, I could feel her nipples glancing across my abdomen. Then I felt her belly resting on my chest, and her breasts pressing against me.
I kept to my business, partly out of my love for it and partly not to spook Katie. After another couple of minutes, I felt her hand glance over my cock. Then she stroked it. Then a kiss. Then a lick. And finally, I felt her lips wrap around the tip. Another moment later, she started bobbing up and down.
This was Katie’s first blowjob, and she was picking it up pretty quickly. She had started using her hands, stroking the shaft, fondling my balls. It was having the desired effect. It seemed like we were both reaching the point of no return, and quickly. When I had made Katie cum before, she would start shaking, just a tiny bit at first, then progressively to a full-body shudder. And I could already feel her start to shake.
It was this point when panic set in. I was almost ready to cum myself, presenting a dilemma. I couldn’t surprise her with a mouthful; I’d never get a blowjob again. But I didn’t want to tell her, because she might stop going down on me. I had about 10 seconds left to decide when Katie decided for me.
“I’m going to cum. I want you to come for me,” Katie begged. “Give it to me. Now.”
That was all I needed. She took me back in her mouth, and after about three pumps, I unloaded in her. A mouthful of cum put her over the top, and she started shaking frantically. As she writhed, she kept going down on me as best as she could, occasionally breaking to breathe and pant. Then she stopped. For about thirty seconds, the room was silent.
“Well, that was thicker than I thought it would be,” Katie said, breaking the silence. She turned around a laid beside me. For the first time since we entered the room, I realized the room was a little chilly, so I covered us with my bedding. Sorry, everyone across the way who had happened to be watching, but the show was now over.
“You’ve been thinking about that?” I asked. “Since when?”
“Well, I’ve been wondering about it for years,” Katie replied. “I decided in high school that I would be a ‘swallower’, but I never had the opportunity. The idea of a blowjob freaked me out a little bit. Then when I first felt cum after giving a handjob, I was not in a rush to go down on someone.”
“So what do you think?” I asked, begging for a positive response.
“I liked it a lot,” she said. “The pulsing and the feeling of it squirting onto my tongue was really hot. It tastes a little strange, but not bad. It’s just really thick.”
“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked. “Would that help?”
“That would be awesome,” Katie replied.
I offered her the bottle of Coke I had in my min-fridge. “You know,” she said, “this would probably happen a lot more if you had Dr. Pepper instead of Coke.”
From that point forward, I always kept three bottles of Dr. Pepper in my mini-fridge. Two, as it turned out, never seemed like enough. Katie’s class schedule complemented my and my roommate’s schedules in such a way that we were 69’ing in my room during the day at least three times a week. And always with the window curtains wide open.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ffk4xf/leveling_up_in_relationship_with_my_college
Very well written and so hot!