[MF] My first day of University ends with getting to know my friend’s stripper housemate.

A title so sensationalistic, there’s no way it could be true, right? Well, there’s only one way to find out.

This story happened quite a few years ago now, but with plenty of free time on my hands, and the memory distant enough to feel nostalgic for, I figured it was a good time to share. I wasn’t long out of high school, freshly 18, and after graduating, I handled the absence of routine and structure, the lack of everything I’d know since I was a child quite poorly; combine this with losing a vast majority of my friends for one reason or another, and I wasn’t in the best state of wellbeing. I’d pulled myself together however in preparation for starting University at the beginning of the year, with a ferocity and vigour that only youth can produce, and a reinvigorated sense of purpose and direction. High on confidence and self-belief, I set out on the first day of my tertiary education experience.

The day itself was rather uneventful as I wandered the campus attending various classes, and attempting to navigate this strange new world which I found myself in. Before I knew it, the clock ticked over to 5pm, and my last class for the day had finished. One of the few friends remaining from my time at school, Sarah, happened to be studying at the same university, and had moved from our small town into the city. Not wanting to drive all the way home, only to come back the next day, I’d organised to crash at her place. A short walk from the campus, I found myself at Sarah’s new place, the sort of old house you’d expect a bunch of students to be living in. While some might have seen it as decrepit, for someone striking out on their own for the first time, for a teenager, it was a symbol of freedom and independence.

Sarah greeted me with a smile, and an embrace. This was the first time I’d seen her since we graduated, only talking over text in the months prior to today. I wouldn’t say we were overly close, but in a small town, the “arty” types, which we both were and are, stuck together. We caught up as old friends do, both relaxing after an overwhelming first day in our new lives. Sarah told me about the interesting group she now shared a house with, but the one that interested me most was Lilly. I didn’t know much, other than the fact that she was 20, worked as a stripper, and had a penchant for the wild side of things. It was around about 8 or 9pm, and after getting some takeaway, Sarah and I were unwinding on her porch, when in walks what was at the time the most beautiful girl I had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

There aren’t enough romantic clichés in all the songs and stories in the world to begin describing Lilly and the way she made me feel, which I suppose is a cliché in and of itself, but it’s the honest to God truth. When she emerged from the house clad in a short dress and boots, and clutching a bottle of Jägermeister by the neck, I was left speechless and stunned. Looking at her, sitting next to her, and talking to her made my skin tingle, my heart pound, and made time stand still on a night I wish had lasted forever.

After spending the last five years of my life at the same small town high school, surrounded by the same girls year after year, Lilly was a welcome change. She, in comparison, seemed so mature, intelligent, and worldly; she was a woman in a crowd of girls, and as someone who’d always found himself feeling too old for most people, she was a dream come true.

Slim, pale skinned, impeccable make-up, with gorgeous raven hair, Lilly was like nothing and no-one I’d ever encountered before. If you’re the type who enjoys a visual comparison to accompany your stories, Evelyn Claire is almost a spitting image.

She looked to Sarah and I, and asked with a grin “Would the two of you care to help me drink this?”.

Sarah declined, stating she had classes tomorrow morning, and whilst I was set to start at 9am the next day, I accepted her offer with unbridled enthusiasm.

We spent the whole night at one another’s side, talking, and drinking. Sarah leaving for bed at some point in the midst of it all. By the end, I’d lost count of how much we’d had to drink; far more than I usually would, but the warm evening had turned to a cold night, and the harsh air and my pounding heart were keeping most of my senses sharp. We spoke of foreign cinema, of our favourite authors, of art and life, while names like Orwell, Kafka, Nabakov, and Fitzgerald echoed into the darkness. The flame of Lilly’s lighter the brightest spark, illuminating the two of us huddled together on the couch.

I wasn’t sure of the time at this point, having drank a considerable amount. Lilly and I had finished the bottle, and she went inside to find more alcohol. Upon her return she asked me if I wanted to accompany her to the park down the road; I think she said she liked to go for a smoke there at night We were both considerably drunk, me especially so, but I happily accepted the invitation once again, and off we went on our merry night time adventure. We sat down and carried on talking, her smoking, me drinking. I had her packet of cigarettes in my pocket, and each time she finished, I’d hand her a new one. It was weirdly romantic. I remember it was a full moon that night. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. We sort of got closer and closer, she’d touch my arm, I’d touch her leg, we’d hold hands as we walked. I thought nothing of it, or maybe I did, I was very drunk.

We sat on the playground where we both continued to drink, and Lilly lit up another cigarette. Generally, I abhor smoking, and despite the fact that Lilly burnt through what must have been almost a full packet in the span of a night, I didn’t mind in the slightest. There was one of those little spinning boards, that you play naughts and crosses on, so we played that, with the loser having to take a shot. We played for a while, she won some, I won some, we both drank more than our fair share. Eventually though, as does happen in that game, we reached a stalemate. I looked at Lilly, and she looked back at me.

“What now?” I asked quizzically.

In response, she lent in, held my face between her soft, cold hands, and kissed me. The taste of cigarettes on her breath was intoxicating. She was so beautiful under the light of the full moon.

This continued for a while, moving around the park, we’d kiss, we’d talk, and she’d tell me that she liked me, and I grinned like an idiot, unsure what she even meant. To a young, naïve, drunk me, it was the best compliment there was. I was happier than I could ever remember feeling. I loved her so much, there and then, and I was so convinced she loved me too. I could taste the smoke when we kissed, it stuck in my mouth; normally I’d despise that, but it was so romantic then, it was a connection, it was beautiful.

She grabbed my hand, and we began the walk back to the house, it was so very late, and we were both so very drunk; had it ended there I would’ve been more than content, but Lilly had other ideas. Letting go of my hand, she slid hers down the front of my jeans and took hold of my cock, which I swore had never been harder, (a testament to how sexy she was, and the power of youth, given how much I’d drank) and stroked it slowly, whispering into my ear seductively “We’ll be sure to take care of that when we get inside”. I could’ve cum there and then. We stumbled back into the house, careful not to cause too much noise and wake the rest of its occupants, and failing miserably, before eventually finding ourselves in Lilly’s room where we collapsed in a heap on her bed. I was fighting a losing battle against sleep, when Lilly appeared on top of me. I was lay on my back, and she straddled me, slowly leaning down to kiss me again. Our shoes had come off at some point, and as she pulled the dress over her head, she revealed a perfect petite body, with skin as soft and as white as snow. I sat up, taking my shirt off as elegantly as I could manage, as she assisted me with my jeans. The clothes continued to come off, her tits were small and perky, just about a handful, and her pussy was clean shaven, and so entrancingly beautiful. I ran my hands all over the goddess whom I was looking up to, and uttered an attempt of how sexy she looked. She smiled mischievously, before leaning in to kiss and bite at my my neck, and then my chest, slowly working her way down my body.

She teased me with her lips, as I squirmed underneath her with anticipation, and I felt her tongue glide along the bottom of my shaft and swirl over the head of my cock. I felt her hands rubbing my legs and playing with my balls, and then, without a word she swallowed my dick whole, and as it was enveloped by her mouth, the warm sensation left me in ecstasy. She stroked my shaft as she sucked, working her tongue all over; it was wet, sloppy, and masterful, Lilly knew what she was doing, and knew how to suck a cock. As I reached a point of struggling to contain myself, and could feel my orgasm arriving, I let out a moan of “Oh God, I’m cumming!”. She didn’t skip a beat however, and took me in, sucking my cock the whole way, as I exploded into her mouth. I was certain I’d never come so much, and for so long but Lilly swallowed it all and kept playing at my sensitive and exhausted dick, before looking up at me with her cunning smile and kissing me softly once more. I took a short time to recover as she lay beside me and I played with her soft and gorgeous tits, caressing her nipples, and then running my lips over them, flicking them lightly, and biting them gently, which drove Lilly wild. I then told her to lay down on her back, just as I had been, so I could return the favour.

Her pussy was the prettiest pink colour, and looked so very inviting; Lilly was already dripping wet, and I dived in head first with previously unknown enthusiasm, embracing an adage I once read about beginning like a butterfly kissing a dandelion, and finishing like a bulldog eating a bowl of oatmeal. I’d never tasted anything so good as her, as I licked and sucked at her clit, Lilly writhed on the bend, moaning with pleasure and grabbing a fistful of my hair as I kissed at her thighs, and ran my lips and tongue all over her. Between breaths she began to beg “Please, please get your fingers in me”. With one hand I began to rub her clit, and with the other I slowly inserted two fingers into her wet cunt as she let out a gasp. I fingered with ferocity and little grace, and treated her clit to similar treatment, as Lilly struggled to stay still biting and clawing at the sheets and almost screaming in pleasure. Her pussy tightened and her legs squeezed together, whilst her whole body trembled as she came, much to my surprise and sense of triumph. I collapsed beside her once more, our naked bodies pressed against one another, our limbs intertwined. Our hands traced over one another, before drifting down as we both began to play once again, me tracing the outline of her pussy, her rubbing my balls and once again hard cock, but the shenanigans, alcohol, and the fact that the sun was soon set to rise had caught up to us, and not long after we fell asleep next to one another, clothed in nothing but the faint, warm light, radiating from a bedside lamp.

I woke up the following morning, a hangover on my mind as the faintest rays of sunlight penetrate the slits in the curtains. Lying on a bed that wasn’t mine, in a room I didn’t recognise; the smell of alcohol and stale cigarettes filled the air. Lilly lay beside me, as beautiful as I remembered. She awoke and I kissed her, and I told her how much I didn’t want to go, how much I wished I could skip my classes and stay with her. I wish I had done. I wish that moment had lasted forever.

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