Visiting my friend at college: Sex with his crush [MF]

I have more downtime, because of the coronavirus. I figured I would post a new story from my past. Hope you enjoy.

**Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.**

This story happened back in my college days. I believe it was sophomore year. My friend Steve had been asking me to come to his university to visit him some weekend. His school was about a two hour drive from mine. After putting it off for a few months I finally made plans to come down.

It was a Friday afternoon when I made the drive down. I arrived at his apartment, which he shared with three roommates. It was the typical college apartment of three guys. Sparse decoration. Plenty of beer in the refrigerator. Video games and music always being played. I counted about seven guys there. It was unclear to me who lived there and who didn’t. I was promptly handed a beer and I followed Steve out onto the balcony. We were joined by another couple of guys. I found out one of them was a roommate. They were trying to put a party together for that night. I was game for it, but wasn’t optimistic. I’ve seen too many party attempts fizzle and fail. They aimed their sights on texting as many girls as possible. I continued to drink and catch up with Steve.

The next couple of hours consisted of discussion and updates about who was coming and who wasn’t. Again, I was not optimistic. To my surprise, people started showing up. As the sun set there were roughly 20 people in the apartment. It started feeling like a legitimate party. I was pretty buzzed and feeling social, so I mingled around talking to different groups of people. Around that time, a few girls came in together. They immediately went up to Steve and gave him hugs. Steve waved me over and introduced me to them. They were all blondes. They really hit the stereotype of the blonde college sorority girl, but not in an off-putting way. They were nice, but just not really the type of girls I would normally hangout with.

I learned later that Steve was really into one of them. Her name was Jennifer. She was about 5’8″, green eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair, full C cup, average toned ass. She reminded me a bit of Elisha Cuthbert in the face. She was a soccer player on the university team and seemed a little tomboyish. She had on tight jeans, a fairly low-cut t-shirt, and Adidas Sambas. So just imagine the sorority girl looks and friends, but with a tomboyish soccer player vibe.

Throughout the night Steve and I were talking mainly to that group of girls. Over the course of our interactions I clearly observed that Steve’s feelings toward Jennifer were one-sided. He tried flirting with Jennifer here and there, but she ignored it or actively tried to get her girlfriend’s to run interference. I can’t say I was totally surprised. Steve had the sloppy, disheveled, pizza and beer diet look down pat. He was trying to shoot out of his league and I think even he knew it. He looked over at me at one point. I nudged him and he just sort of shook his head in defeat.

We broke off from the group of girls. It seemed Steve gave up and wanted to move on. We went out on the balcony and continued to get drunk with a new group of people. Steve went back inside at some point, but I stayed outside. When the night started winding down I stumbled around the apartment looking for somewhere to sit. There were maybe 15 people still there. There was nowhere to sit. There was barely any furniture in the apartment. I spotted Jennifer and one of her friends still there talking in the kitchen. I went up and joined their conversation. Jennifer joked around with me. She seemed flirtatious. I was a little surprised, but in my drunken state I flirted back. I felt kind of bad, because Steve was into her but I figured it was innocent enough. She asked if I was staying at that apartment. I told her that was the plan. She laughed and asked if I had somewhere to sleep. In my haze I hadn’t even thought about where I would sleep. We walked around the apartment checking bedrooms and beds. There were people passed out in every bed and even on the floor in some bedrooms. The couch in the living area had multiple people on it playing video games with seemingly no intent of stopping anytime soon. Jennifer said, “Come on, let’s go. You can crash at my place.”

I couldn’t even find Steve. I looked all over. I texted him about 10 minutes before as we were walking around and didn’t hear back. I found out the next day he was asleep in one of the bathrooms. I followed Jennifer out the door and down the stairs to her car. Her apartment was only a 3 minute drive from his, but I still managed to pass out in the car for a minute. She poked me and told me to wake up. I was surprisingly refreshed feeling when I woke up. She told me that I needed to get in and go to sleep. I couldn’t quite figure out if this whole thing was a flirtatious effort on her part or if she was just genuinely trying to take care of me.

I got out of the car and felt the cool night air against my skin. It woke me up further. We entered her apartment. It was a small studio apartment. The bed was against the back wall as you walked in with the foot of the bed facing the door and the side pressed against the right wall. The kitchen was to the left and there was small couch against the left wall. She offered me water. I downed a full glass. She said, ” Okay, tall guy. You aren’t going to fit well on that couch. You are going to sleep in the bed with me, but you are going clothes on and I’m going to wear sweatpants and a t-shirt. I agreed and said that sounded good. She was drawing a line and making it clear nothing was going to happen. I was just happy to have somewhere comfortable to sleep and didn’t care much about anything else. It would save me from feeling guilty about Steve anyway. Not that he would believe me that I slept at her apartment in her bed and nothing happened.

I took my shoes off and got in bed. She went into the restroom to do her nightly routine. She emerged about 10 minutes later in a white t-shirt and black sweatpants, just as she had said. I was wide awake, even though I was exhausted. She asked if I needed anything else and then got in bed beside me. There wasn’t a massive amount of room in the bed. It was a full size. My left shoulder was against the wall and my right still rested against hers. I did my best to be respectful of her physical space. I laid there another 20 minutes or so. I was sure she had fallen asleep about 10 minutes prior, but she opened her eyes and said she couldn’t sleep. I apologized for invading her bed and keeping her up.

She asked me to tell her about myself. It hit me that we basically knew nothing about each other. We talked for the next 30 minutes or so, giving broad overviews of our lives. She grew up a church-going girl in the south, played soccer her whole life, and loved peaches. As I was talking to her she had turned on her side and had her hand on my chest tracing lines on my t-shirt. She had been doing that for about 5 minutes. When there was break in conversation we looked toward each other and kissed. It was a light kiss on the lips that lingered. We leaned back in for more. We kissed more intensely for a few minutes, only briefly coming up for breath. We broke free from each other for a second. She said, “We are just going to keep it at kissing.” I agreed. We continued to kiss intensely. She reached her hand under my shirt and rubbed my chest as we kissed. I felt like the roles should have been reversed, but I kept my hands to myself. She was not doing a good job of keeping it at kissing. She grabbed my belt and tugged on it. She didn’t try to unlatch it, but was clearly fighting the desire to. She flung her leg over and straddled me. She was on top of me and I continued to resist touching her. I think her own request of nothing more than kissing was starting to drive her crazy. I could tell she wanted me to touch her. We kissed and she pinned my arms down beside my head against the pillow. She pulled my shirt up and began rubbing all over me with her hands. She kissed my chest and down my stomach. She reached for my belt again, but this time began unlatching it.

It was clear she was not going to comply with her own request. As she unbuckled my belt she felt how hard I was. She pulled my jeans down just enough. She reached into my underwear and began stroking my cock. She said, “I’m just going to jerk you off. Sorry, but we have to leave it at that.” It started to feel like she was just in denial of where this was going. I had not made a single move on her, but she kept breaking her own rules. She kissed my stomach and chest as she continued to work my cock with her hand. She eventually rested her head on my stomach, but facing my cock as she stroked it. Her face was maybe a few inches from my cock. She just watched as she stroked until she snapped and leaned closer to lick the head. She twirled her tongue around the tip. I squirmed, because of the sensitivity. She apologized and then fully went in. She took my cock deep in her mouth and went up and down slowly working her tongue around as she came back up. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this. She just mumbled with her mouth full, “mhmm.”

She stopped for a second to take her shirt off. She didn’t have on a bra. Her tits were gorgeous. Very full, but perky. She continued to suck me and would occasionally kiss up my stomach and rub her tits against my balls and up my cock before lowering back down to continue sucking. She intensified her approach by alternating between sloppily sucking my cock to stroking me vigorously. The combination built me up to a point where I was close. I told her I was about to cum. She switched to just stroking hard and then I began shooting cum all over my stomach and her hand. She giggled and said something like, “wow.” She licked my stomach a few times, licking up some of the cum. So much for keeping it at kissing, I thought. She was clearly still very horny. She took my cock back in her mouth and licked the rest of the cum from the tip. She went down further and just continued to suck my semi-hard cock. I twitched and moaned at the initial sensitivity. After a couple of minutes I was rock hard again. She stood at the foot of the bed briefly and took her sweatpants and underwear off in one motion. She was completely naked. She pulled my pants and underwear completely off. She got back down between my legs, kneeling with her ass in the air, licking up the length of my cock and kissing down to my balls and taking them in her mouth as she stroked me with her hand.

I said, “I really want to fuck you.” She responded, “Okay.” I got up onto my knees on the bed. We both were on our knees and kissed. I groped her ass with my right hand and took her breast in my left. I turned her to lay her down onto her back as we kissed. She went part of the way down and then mumbled something trying to communicate resistance. I let go and she got up on her knees and bent over on all fours with her elbows in the bed. Her ass and pussy were on full display in front of me. Apparently, she really liked it from behind or just really wanted me to fuck her from behind in that moment. She started fingering herself before I could even get my cock in. I helped her for a minute. She was soaking wet. I grabbed her hand and stopped her from fingering herself. I put my hand on top of hers on the pillow as I slid my cock into her pussy with my other hand. I rose up grabbed her waist with both hands and slid slowly back and forth in and out of her. I noticed old soccer pictures and trophies on the wall in front of me just to the left of the bed. It was a little weird seeing her younger self as I was fucking her older self. She told me to fuck her hard. I slapped her ass as I fucked her harder. She screamed out in approval. She was completely curled up with her left shoulder and side of her face now down on the bed. Her thighs were nearly pressed against her chest. She looked back at me as I fucked her. She moaned loudly as I went in and out of her pussy and slapped her ass. I was getting close. I pulled out and blew another load all over her ass. I watched as some streams began to roll down her ass to the middle of her angled back.

She was playing with her clit as I finished and seemed close to cumming. She wasn’t stopping, still bent over playing with herself. I felt inspired. I kissed and licked her ass cheeks. I wiped the cum away and licked her pussy and ass from behind as she worked her clit. She squirmed and writhed as she got closer. I was licking her asshole and fingering her pussy as she started cumming. She screamed out and moaned. She shook and fell to her side, continuing to touch herself and ride out the end of her orgasm. She seemed exhausted after and just muttered a few words and motioned for water. I gave her some water. She pulled the blanket over her and I got back in bed. She fell asleep in that same position, completely naked after only an hour or so earlier telling me to leave all of my clothes on. I slept in my underwear.

The next morning when I woke up she was already up and moving around. She asked me if I had fun. I obviously said yes. I asked if she did. She said that she did. She said, that she had only had sex with two guys before me, both of which were boyfriends. That’s why she was somewhat hesitant at first. She was trying to work through her feelings in the moment. She said she knew when we left Steve’s apartment that she was going to have sex with me though. That’s why she told me to come stay at her place.

She dropped m back off at Steve’s apartment. Steve asked where in the fuck I stayed that night. He was confused, because I obviously didn’t knew anyone from his school. I was just honest with him and told him I crashed at Jennifer’s. I told him nothing happened, because she asked me not to tell him what we did. He interrogated me, but I never cracked. I said that I just fell asleep on her floor and she drove me home this morning. He believed me and we moved on. We just had guy time the rest of the weekend. I never saw Jennifer again. We texted a few times over the next couple of months, but it never turned into much. I heard through Steve that she started dating someone about 6 months later.

***Also, if you are a female and live near me you should send me a message. Might be a long shot, but would be cool/interesting to have sex with someone that enjoys my stories and then becomes a story. Of course, we would have to actually meet up after this pandemic ends, but send me a message anyway.***

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fttbg6/visiting_my_friend_at_college_sex_with_his_crush