I thought I’d share one of my favorite memories from college. I hope you enjoy!
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Summer break from college was always a drag. I missed my friends, going out to parties, staying up late, and drinking too much—even sharing my shitty too-tiny dorm room where I slept in a lofted bed.
Despite the joy of spending three months homework-free, I wanted to get back to my life as a 19-year-old exploring my newfound freedom for the first time.
At home, I was bound to early curfews, church services with my deeply religious parents, and absolutely no boys allowed. My parents were always overly strict and hated the idea of me even going on a date, which meant the summer would be long and tedious if I didn’t get creative with breaking the rules.
“What time will you be back?” my mom called from across the living room.
I looked up from tying my running shoes to find her poking her head around the wall of our kitchen. The sound of daytime television created a comfortable hum of noise as she prepared our lunch.
With my father deployed and my younger brother off at college, it was just mom and me at home. Without the added distractions, she had even more time on her hands to keep tabs on me.
“Uh, probably in a couple of hours. I’m going on a long run.”
My mother hummed in agreement and went back to chopping a head of lettuce, accepting my lie.
I was an athlete. Track and field in high school. Cross country, then club rugby in college. Daily runs were a normal occurrence and one that often provided the perfect cover when I needed to step out of the house for any reason outside of my mother’s liking.
In my pocket, my phone buzzed.
Where should I pick you up? I’m here, the Snapchat read.
At the front gates. Be there in 10, I responded. I scrolled through my photos and found a cute picture of me in just my sports bra I took in the bathroom that morning, then hit send.
Hope you don’t mind waiting, I added for good measure.
It was my first time meeting up with Ryan, so I felt bad for making him wait. A couple of weeks beforehand, we met on Tinder and quickly hit it off. He was in the military, and had a girlfriend back home. I was fresh out of a relationship and needed a distraction.
I knew my parents would never let me go on a date while living in their house, but finally, after many nights of sending each other our most depraved sexual fantasies, he was able to get a morning off from work to meet me.
“If you need anything, just call me. I’ll be home!” my mom said as I finished lacing my shoes and made for the door.
“I should be fine, but I’ll let you know.”
I waved at her then pulled the door closed behind me. Outside, it was a warm July morning, still early enough in the day that the oppressive humidity of the south hadn’t quite settled in the air. It would have been perfect weather for a run if I intended on going on one.
Instead, I broke off into a light jog, weaving through the streets of my subdivision until I reached the front gates of our community. In one motion, I leaped over the low iron gate and rounded the corner to find a white pickup truck idling at the end of the street.
In the driver’s seat sat Ryan, waiting patiently as I hoped. I was relieved to see that he looked exactly like his photos online. Obviously tall, from the way his head nearly touched the ceiling of the cab. Thin and muscular with a broad chest, dark hair cropped into a standard military cut, and huge hands that I had imagined wrapping around my throat multiple times since we started sharing our fantasies.
He was sexy and exactly what I was looking for.
“Hey there,” I said, walking up to the car. “Can I get in?”
Ryan reached across to the passenger’s seat and pushed the door open, a sweet smile spreading across his face.
“Yeah, of course. Hop in.”
Excited, I climbed in the truck, and we took off down the road. For a moment, he was silent as he drove through the narrow roads of the dense North Carolina forest.
“You look just like your photos,” I offered, breaking the silence.
“You too. You’re so sexy. Even better than your photos,” Ryan said, slipping a hand on my thigh. He turned and winked before massaging circles into my skin. The piercing blue of his eyes gave me goosebumps, and I felt the familiar tingle of my clit starting to swell.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked coyly, lacing my fingers into his and pulling his hand closer to the heat between my legs. It was forward, but I didn’t want to waste time with pleasantries. The tension in the car was thick, as it was clear we both wanted each other.
“No, it’s great. You never know when you meet people online. But wow. I guess I got lucky.” With one hand still on the wheel, he gently pushed my legs apart and found my slit through my pants. Against his touch I could feel myself getting wet, and my nipples harden.
After a moment, he found my clit, pressed down hard with two fingers, and started to roll the sensitive muscle in circles. The sudden intense sensation pushed a moan through my lips, and I felt heat reach my cheekbones.
“I’m glad you like what you see,” I said, blushing as I placed my hand on top of his, intensifying the pressure. He smirked and continued rubbing me through my pants, and I spread my legs wider, letting myself give in to the feeling of pressure.
At 19, I had been with my fair share of partners while partying at school, but Ryan was something else. He was older than me by almost ten years and exuded confidence in a way that left me desperate for him.
My pussy ached from the teasing in a way I’d never felt before. Other guys played with my clit before, but never like this. Never so relentlessly.
By now, I was soaking wet and ready to cum. Sensing my need for release, Ryan pulled off of the main road onto a dirt trail.
“Is it okay if we find a spot in the woods? My girlfriend is home,” he said, eyes on the road as he continued to swirl his fingers on my clit.
“Yeah,” I sighed, breathless. We couldn’t go to my place, and the nearest town was over 20 miles away. The woods would have to do.
We drove around for some time, looking for a spot until finding a makeshift road that led off into a secluded area.
Satisfied that no one would find us, Ryan cut the engine and turned to me. He leaned across the center console, took my face into his hands, and then gently pressed his lips against mine.
Shivers ran up my spine as the kiss deepened, my fingers grabbing at his short hair. My breath quickened before he broke away to look me in the eyes.
“I want to make you cum,” he said, biting my lip.
Just the words made my pussy throb, and I nodded, sliding my hands under his shirt. Before I could object, he crawled across the console and pushed me back against the passenger door. I felt his lips break away from my mouth, then move down to my chest, where he lifted my sports bra and pulled each of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting at the skin. His hands tugged at my running pants, and I slipped them down to my ankles.
I bit my lip as his hands found my clit again and resumed playing with the swollen bud. Holding back a moan, I pulled his head up for another kiss. This time he broke away quickly and shoved two fingers into my mouth, making me gag.
Obediently, I sucked both of them down, letting his long fingers graze the back of my throat. My heart thumped against my chest as I choked and gagged, swirling my tongue.
Finally, Ryan pulled his hand away with a slick pop, then slid his wet fingers into my burning pussy, immediately grinding against the tight spot inside of me. He locked eyes with me, pumping in and out over and over again until I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Lost in pleasure, I desperately searched for something to hold onto, finally grabbing a fistful of his shirt and hanging on as he slipped a third finger inside.
The feeling of my pussy stretching from the addition was all it took to send me over the edge. As my pussy clenched down on his fingers, I let out a scream, grinding my hips against his hand in ecstasy.
Ryan worked me through my orgasm, kissing my forehead, my lips, my neck, and whispering how much he loved my pussy in my ear. When I was done, he leaned back in his chair and licked my wetness off each of his fingers.
The sight made me desperate to cum again. But this time it was his turn.
“Lean back in your chair,” I said, untangling my feet from my underwear and pushing my bra up completely, so my tits were completely exposed.
“What are you going to do to me?” he teased, that million-dollar smile spreading across his face.
“Just do it,” I ordered. With a wink he slid the driver’s seat back then leaned the chair to an angle.
By now, my mouth was watering with just the thought of his cock. Licking my lips, I leaned down, reached into his pants, and pulled his throbbing prick from his shorts.
I started by swirling my tongue around the tip, suckling the thick head between my lips. I kissed the tender skin of his shaft then opened my mouth, letting his hard cock slide across my tongue. He was a lot bigger than I was used to, but I was determined to take every inch of him.
My eyes welling with tears, I grabbed his hands, shoved them in my hair, and braced myself as he began face fucking the back of my throat, thrusting his hips up and gyrating into my mouth. With every violent thrust, he shoved my face deeper into his groin, losing himself to the pleasure.
When my throat was spent, he pulled my mouth off of his cock, his hands still tightly wound in my hair. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and kissed me frantically, tasting himself on my lips.
“Let me fuck you,” he said, breaking away from the kiss.
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/krf4mq/true_story_hot_summer_fun_sneaking_out_19f_to_get/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
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Awesome story. I can’t wait for part two. ?