[MF] The time I fucked my college teammate

I was a XC and track athlete in college. I’m a decent but not great runner. I spent a few years trying to walk on to a team that was out of my league before transferring to a program that was better suited to me. I showed up in September before school started in the best shape of my life and ready to prove myself. There are pictures of me in my post history. I was much fitter than any of those. I’d worked manual labor the previous 2 years on top of 80 miles a week of running.

(Fair warning, this is a long post. Skip ahead to the sex if you prefer.)

The new school was a big move. 1000 miles away in a place that couldn’t be more different. I’d visited the previous year and fell in love with it. A few of the guys had taken me on a run around some of the local trails, and I realized the transition would be easy. Runners are a strange breed, and they’re the same kind of strange everywhere. I felt at home with these guys before I even knew them.

Back to September. XC camp is traditionally held before school starts. The men’s and women’s teams stay a week in the woods together to train and bond. I moved into town the day the teams left, and it was my first chance to meet everyone. I pulled off the road by the men’s XC house in my ’92 Toyota Tercel and parked. I had been following a pickup for the last few minutes that also pulled in.

Out stepped the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in real life.

Shoulder length straight dark brown hair. Pale skin. Almond eyes. Average height, way above average body. Wearing a tank top and short shorts that showed off well-toned arms and legs and a flat stomach. Not the muscular or ultra-emaciated look you see sometimes on serious female runners. But fit.

I’ve never seen anyone who looks quite like her, so it’s hard to describe her looks. The closest celebrity I can find is Alexa Davalos. But better looking. Picture [Alexa](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/28/71/56/287156206d6668023b33db78bd1945a9.png) at 21 with a less square jawline, no chin dimple, higher cheekbones, and eyes that tilt up a bit more. Similar eye color, surprisingly.

In any case, I was smitten. She was gone in a flash. Grabbed her bag out of the pickup bed and disappeared in the house.

Over the course of the season, I made it my goal to get to know her. I’ll call her Alexa for this story, just for fun. It was clear she had a thing for one of my other teammates. But he was in a relationship. I worked my way in. When the team took a long walk down a beach during camp, I found a way to her side and did the get-to-know-you dance. She was a junior, 21 years old, and laughed easily. As the season wore on we grew closer. I was falling for her.

After our conference championship later that fall, I found myself talking with her outside our hotel rooms. We found a cozy corner somewhere in the hotel and talked nearly all night before retreating to our own rooms. She was glowing. Her grey-green eyes sparkled. At that point I knew there were feelings in return.

I went home for Thanksgiving and determined I’d make a move when school resumed.

When it did, I invited her over to watch a movie. By that point we had hung out a few times one-on-one, so a movie was a little more intimate a setting but not out of the blue. Instead of lounging on the couch we laid out blankets on the floor. Queue the sexy time soundtrack.

I don’t remember what we watched. But I reached for her hand fairly early on. Alexa has the smoothest skin I’ve ever touched. The feeling of her hand sent electricity through me. We held hands and snuggled but otherwise watched the whole film. When it was over, I propped myself up on my elbow and looked her in the eyes. My heart pounding, I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back.

**SEXY TIME**

If I thought her hands were smooth and soft before, her lips showed me what soft really meant. Two smooth pillows that embraced my mouth. Our tongues met. Slowly our kissing grew more passionate. I began to run my free hand over her hip and stomach, enjoying the feel of her flat tummy. I slipped a hand under her shirt and again marveled at her smooth skin. Maybe it’s strange to keep bringing it up, but aside from her amazingly good looks, her skin is definitely one of her defining features. I haven’t felt anything like it since.

I slipped her shirt over her head. Damn she looked good in jeans and a bra. We kept kissing and feeling each other up. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me. Shifted a little more of my weight into our pelvic connection. I unclasped her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Her breasts greeted me in the dim light. Her boobs are on the smaller side, which I tend to like on a fit body like hers. They suited her. Smallish areolas that I sucked in my mouth. Her lips parted and she moaned in response. She pulled my shirt off and I marveled at the feeling of her bare chest on mine.

I took the rest of her clothes off piece by piece, until she lay naked on my living room floor.

“You got my clothes off me way too easily,” she laughed.

“And yet they’re off.”

She paused and looked up into my eyes, studying me. She was the only one naked here. She hadn’t removed more than my shirt, hadn’t felt for my cock, hadn’t initiated any sexual contact other than grinding into me. It was a mixed bag of signals I was hoping would sort itself out in the next few moments.

“We can’t have sex tonight,”

Fuck.

“Oh. Cool. Yeah, no, I’m really enjoying kissing you. And your body… I mean, it’s just ridiculous. You look fantastic naked,” I stumbled out. My pillow talk is really something. She looked a little bashful.

“It’s just… supposedly I’m waiting for marriage, you know?” I did know. She’d told me before. It’s an easier conversation to have when she’s clothed and my cock isn’t straining at my jeans. She wasn’t a virgin, I knew that too. The desire for chastity was something of a recent resurgence in her.

We continued to make out and talk for a few hours. Ultimately I drove her home, returning to my apartment around 3 am with blue balls. Yet I was on cloud nine. This was good, definitely good.

Fast forward a few days. The term was over and in a couple days we’d each be heading home for the holidays. We had spent nearly every day together. We went on a couple real dates, went to a team party as what appeared to be a couple (were we?), and continued making out heavily every chance we got. She was a great kisser.

That night we were at my apartment. My roommate had already gone home for the holidays, so we had the place to ourselves. We were in my room, on my bed, kissing heavily, and I let my hand wander under her shirt again. The shirt came off. Then the bra. She started to take my clothes off as well, and in no time we were both naked except for her panties and my briefs. I was on top of her grinding hard into her pussy. Her breathing was heavy and grew more ragged as we ground into each other. I kissed her neck, sucked on her nipples and ran my hands along her hips, grabbed her ass, and played at the edges of her panties.

I felt her hand reach into my underwear, and that smooth skin wrapped around my cock. God, what a feeling. This woman was made of velvet.

I slipped my briefs off, and she wrapped her legs around me while we continued to grind into each other. I lined up my cock on the outside of her panties and let her feel the gentle pressure of my cock at the opening of her pussy. She gasped, wrapped her hands around my ass and pulled me in, increasing the pressure against her panties. I pulled back and began to thrust slowly and rhythmically into her, dry fucking the thin fabric keeping us apart, my precum and her wetness soaking it. My cock was lined up, I could feel the folds of her pussy through her panties. It was hot, and we both looked hungrily into each others eyes.

I pulled back again and went back in for a gentle thrust, only this time I felt my cock slip a couple inches into her soft, wet pussy. I gasped and froze. She had slipped her panties to the side without me noticing. She looked at me invitingly, trying to read my expression, and I responded by slowly pushing further inside her. She was so wet I glided easily in until my body rested heavily on her mound. I was balls deep inside her. We breathed hard into each other’s mouths as our lips met again.

We kissed, deeper and harder as we fucked slowly and passionately. I was drunk on her body. Could not get enough of feeling every inch of her. Her pussy was god tier. Tight, soft, soaking wet, and eager. As we fucked I kissed every inch of her I could reach with my mouth. She clutched my back, legs gripped my sides, and delicious moans leaked out of her. I don’t remember how long it lasted, but it wasn’t long enough. I came in her, emptied my frustrated balls into her bare pussy, and felt a level of intimacy I’ve rarely achieved with a woman. It was like our bodies melted into each other.

We lay there kissing, my spent cock still inside her, for a long while. We finally untangled and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

This was the beginning of a short, but passionate relationship. I was amazed to find out this “waiting for marriage” college girl was adventurous and open to exploration. Those are stories I plan to share here down the road.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h8pai0/mf_the_time_i_fucked_my_college_teammate