In October, I go to visit the boys at their college. M has been my friend for a decade and a half now so he owes me a dance. His roommate W is a friend of mine and we tease each other on occasion due to the lack of fifteen years of friendship. Their best friend is a girl, V, who likes M. We’re all a good gang, and they owe me a dance.
We go to the school’s fall dance in fine fashion, the boys in their dress uniforms, V and I sitting on their laps in our fancy gowns, all holding hands and teasing words.
The tension grows with our physical contact, especially because I haven’t seen M in person in years. He’s prettier now, stronger, more confident and self assured. He looks really good in uniform.
After the dance ends, we tramp back across campus to the boys’ room. We have big plans to get drunk, so once we get back to the room, W and V take a lap to get our vices.
This leaves M and I sitting there together on one of the two central-facing couches. I’m cold from the walk across campus, and I need to change clothes.
He helps me remove my dress and I put on one of his flannels over my bra and panties. It’s new yet familiar to be so exposed in front of him, and I like it.
He’s devoutly religious, no sex before marriage. But both of us need this. We pretended to be married as kids, so maybe I’ll pass this off as a self-fulfilling prophecy. I look into his eyes, a bright blue, and we decide to make a poor decision.
I slide into his lap and we kiss and grind for a while, his hands in my hair and on my neck. He’s never touched me like this before and it drives me crazy. I knew he had it in him from seeing him kiss V during Zoom calls, but it’s new to me. Then he starts touching my thighs, and I start begging for more.
He strokes me off, still in his lap, while kissing my neck. This continues until W comes back with alcohol.
We pull apart as innocently as possible, and I move to sit across from M next to W. He knows what happened. He has to.
The three of us drink, W and I exchanging increasingly inappropriate glances and comments as we get more and more drunk. Memories of late night snapchat conversations with W push to the forefront of my mind, sharing our kinks and stories. He knows what I like. He knows what I want. I know the same for him, plus that he’s packing. His usual nonchalant air is now giving way to something slightly more dangerous.
W comments with lidded eyes that he would take me if not for M’s presence. I’m getting more drunk by the minute, but with it comes the desire to be touched, played with, even.
Then M, near drunk and his eyes dark, makes a gesture with the bottle meaning “go ahead.”
W slides closer to me and wraps one arm around my shoulders and lifts my left leg over his right, spreading me open in front of M. He runs his hand in between my legs and feels how wet I am and teases me for wanting to show off for M. I’ve never been more in shock in my life. I feel dirty. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. Then he pulls me into a filthy kiss just as V enters the room.
V sits across from us on M’s lap and her eyes are locked on us. Her red hair has come out of it’s formal updo and curls around her neck. It’s a pretty sight. Pity I’m not paying more attention.
W pushes me down onto my back. M’s flannel is coming off one shoulder, and I am sure that I look wrecked. W looks comparatively well put together, his suit still mostly intact.
Then W pulls my panties aside, slides two fingers into me, orders me to look at V and M, and lowers his head in between my legs.
I start moaning loudly at the touch and his voice but we’re in the dorms, so V bends over and covers my mouth with her own. It’s our first kiss, and it’s heated. We’re showing off at this point and we know it. It does the job of stopping my loudest moans, but now I’m making little fucked out sounds into her mouth.
M is looking overwhelmed, leaning back in his seat with his collared shirt undone, undoubtedly courtesy of V. There’s a pleasingly thick bulge in his dress pants. He looks out of place in this new den of iniquity, but he makes no attempt to leave.
I start shaking, overstimulated, and push W and V away. W comes up with a wet mouth and a smirk. He puts his fingers in my mouth and tells me to suck my own taste off of them. I swirl my tongue around the pads of his fingers, sucking lightly. He moans, just barely, and it comes out as a deep rumble that goes straight to my core.
As I’m complying I see M and V kissing with his hands on her neck. She’s making soft, satisfied noises, urging him on. My voyeuristic tendencies love this. I moan loudly around W’s fingers and he pulls them out of my mouth and chokes me lightly with that same hand.
W then moves to stand over me and has me undo his belt and pants so his dick is straining through only his underwear. I pull myself into an upright position so I can suck him off, and I wrap my hands around it, newly freed from cloth and warm to the touch. It takes both my hands with space to spare.
Behind W, V has her gown off and is sitting on M. His mouth and fingers are tracing the blue veins in her chest. I know she loves it, she’s told me about it before. Another late night conversation. The two of them are a sight to behold as she rocks her hips up against him ever so slightly whenever he covers a particularly sensitive spot.
W gets impatient and steps away from me so he can flip me over into my front, facing M and V. He pulls my panties down over my ass, slaps it just enough to make me squirm, and glides his cock between my legs so I push back against it desperately. He finally slides it in to me and I let out a loud moan at being filled up.
W looks over at V and says “go put her mouth to good use.”
V smirks back at him, says “yes Daddy,” gets off M, and lays on her back in front of me so her thighs are on either side of my head. W pushes my head toward V and I try my best to eat her out while having to hold myself steady against W fucking me deep from behind. She’s wet and hot too, driven near the edge already by the environment and M.
M watches for a moment as his roommate rails his oldest friend as she eats out his FWB. His blue eyes are nearly black and his cheeks and neck are pink with blush.
Then he comes over, slides his fingers into my hair, and leans over V to keep touching her breasts.
The fucking gets too deep for me to bear and I start whining against V’s pussy. W grabs my hips and goes even better somehow, and through all the overstimulation I start coming on his cock.
This sets him off and he leaves red marks on my hips as he comes all across my body, some even getting onto V. He pulls out and collapses on the bed next to the rest of us, reaching out to stroke my tits and ass and other sensitive parts of me that make me shake again.
I focus all my remaining energy on just my tongue and fingers between Vs legs, a single goal keeping me from fading into some fucked-out ether.
I hear M above me say something rough against her lips, and then I feel her contracting around my fingers and riding my tongue until she comes too.
Now all that’s left is M, who looks like he’s seen a ghost, or maybe multiple ghosts. He pulls back and watches the three of us, glowing slightly with sweat and pleasure. He grabs a bottle and hands it to us after he takes a swig.
While W is taking his drink M sits down between me and V. He looks overwhelmed but his eyes are still dark.
We look at each other, us girls knowing we want to see M fall apart under us. But we do not want to do anything (else) to cross his boundaries.
We start making out with him and each other, trading in kissing his mouth and neck, stroking down his arms and thighs, rubbing over the bulge in his pants that’s only grown since earlier. Finally he starts against our hands, and we feel his hips move. He buries his face in my neck.
We lay down next to him, me between M and W with V on M’s other side. We look around at each other in our varying states of dress and dishevelment and start laughing at how the night turned out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ls1a5d/mffmfffmfmfm_night_in_the_dorms