He drove 3 hours hoping to hook up with his HS crush [F]. Instead, he got to listen to [M]e crush her pussy.

Ah, teenage love. It’s a fickle mistress.

When I was in college, I hooked up several times with this girl named Abby. She was mostly Irish I think but had a surprisingly dark complexion. Long, black hair. Soft, olive skin (at least in the summer). She was tall–probably 5-10, with an athletic build: thick, toned thighs, a cute ass and modest breasts. Toned arms and gentle features. The type of girl who, as opposed to many on college campuses, you look at and think “In 20 years, she’s going to look just as sexy as she does right now.” She was classy and carried herself well. But she was a bit too timid and passive at times.

After going abroad during the spring semester, she was back in the fall, but I hadn’t seen her yet. I got a text from her asking for a favor.

She explained that a guy from her hometown (whose name honestly escapes me, but I’ll call Ted) insisted on coming to visit her. I guess they had been in mixed company at some point shortly before she left to return to campus. He was quite smitten with her, but she wasn’t interested. As I understood it, she tried to politely diffuse his advances, but he was gung ho on driving from his college to ours to hang out with her.

She reluctantly acquiesced, not wanting to break his heart. Perhaps afraid of the ramifications through her small town back home.

Abby felt comfortable with me and, though we weren’t really dating, she texted me asking if I’d be willing to hang out with her when Ted was there.

I happily agreed, finding Ted’s behavior a bit desperate and distasteful, and figuring it might result in my hooking up with Abby again. But mostly to as a favor to Abby, who was clearly in an awkward spot, partially of her own doing.

When Friday night came, I had a general sense for what my role would be. She was having a “party” at her small off-campus dorm. Three or four of her girlfriends and Ted. A group gathering. Cockblocking from the start and making it clear it was not going to be a romantic night for him.

I showed up to her apartment and Abby looked gorgeous. Her hair was in a ponytail, showing her delicate neck and collarbone. She wore a white sundress and sandals and greeted me with a big hug, standing on her tippy toes to drape her arms around my neck and whisper “Thank you” in my ear.

She introduced me to Ted and it was a short, benign exchange. There were three or four of Abby’s friends there, and it became clear that they were in on the cockblocking routine, constantly trying to divert Ted’s attention *away from* Abby and to them and the drinking game they were playing.

Abby sat close to me and was getting a bit touchy feely, touching my wrist as we spoke, smiling big.

She wasn’t *trying* to be a bitch to Ted. But she didn’t want him there. Had no interest in him. And she and I sort of rekindled our chemistry from 8-9 months earlier.

Before long, we made our way into her bedroom. The “party”, such that it was, was taking place just outside, about 10 feet away, separated only by a thin wooden door with a noticeable gap from the floor. But one friend had already left and it was pretty clear that things were dwindling.

At first we just talked for a good 10-15 minutes. About what a nightmare it was for her to have Ted there. About how happy she was that I was there. As we lay on her cramped twin bed, she nestled up to me, and I lifted my arm to accommodate her. She began to rub her hands across my chest.

Before long, she was on top of me, my hands sliding up and down her thighs as she leaned down to kiss me. Her tender pussy just inches away from me.

I slipped her dress over her head and undid her bra, revealing her pale breasts with disproportionately large nipples. I tossed her dress to the floor. Near Ted’s bag. Marking my territory, I suppose. In a way.

As she leaned down, she moaned softly as I kissed her chest. I slid out of my shorts and pulled my shirt off. The only thing separating my cock from her dripping slit were my boxers and the white lace thong she wore.

We heard stirring outside but barely paid attention to it.

I pulled her thong to the side and began rubbing her rather aroused clit as we continued to kiss. The strokes of my fingertips caused her hips to buckle at moments. She was wet when I started; now, she was soaked.

She grabbed my cock through my boxers and I quickly pulled them down, returning my hand to her slit to continue rubbing. She lay with her eyes closed, mouth open. I went to pull my hand away to grab a condom from my shorts and she immediately released my cock and grabbed my wrist with both hands, pressing *my* hand more tightly against her and grinding her little soaked pussy against it. I rubbed more furiously, realizing she was close to cumming.

“Just cum for me,” I told her, and she let out a loud whimper before clenching her hands into fists and grabbing the bed sheets as she braced for the orgasm.

I’m sure Ted heard.

I later found out that, by around this time, only Ted and one other of Abby’s friends remained.

With her wanton hole still throbbing, I quickly got a condom on and lowered my cock into her, wasting no time in plunging deep inside her inviting hole. She was on her back, and she reached around to grab under her thighs to spread wide for me. When the head of my cock poked up under her rib page, she released this long “ooooOOooohhhhhhhhhhh” moan, and had a slight grin on her face. A look that sort of said “Ah, *there it is*.”

I rammed into her loudly, the smacking of our skin certainly not entirely muffled by the bedroom door.

Long, slow strokes mixed with short, rapid strokes kept Abby’s pussy extremely aroused.

I made raunchy comments about how good her pussy was. She responded with variations of “Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck” and whimpers that were not really verbal. The mattress squeaked loudly the entire time, but mostly toward the end. When I knew I was close, I picked up my rhythm. Abby wrapped her sexy legs around me, forcing me to finish deep inside her womb (albeit with a condom on).

I took the condom off and tossed it on the floor before collapsing onto Abby. Both our bodies panting and heaving. Sheets wet. Room reeking of sex.

Ted knocked on the door, sheepishly and meekly.

“I just want to get my bag.”

And so he did.

Amid a used condom, my boxers and Abby’s white dress, was Ted’s bag.

He grabbed it. But he left his pride.

Abby ran her fingers through my chesthair.

I grinned.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ix9ppr/he_drove_3_hours_hoping_to_hook_up_with_his_hs