My first two years of college I had a pretty decent sex life.. I was a college athlete, a slightly above average player on a small school soccer team. While I was by no means a big deal, I was in really good shape and looked it. I usually met women at bars or parties and ended up either at their room or mine, which meant that we were always working around roommates and often least a little drunk.
The beginning of my junior year, I met Cary in, of all places, the library. We were both 20yrs old. At a party I probably wouldn’t have noticed her. She had a skinny, boyish figure and wasn’t head-turningly pretty. But Cary had a beautiful head of glossy, black hair, and big, intelligent, black eyes. She was engaging and very smart. Best of all, she was extremely funny, one of the funniest people I’ve ever been around, and her humor always came with a very cute smirk. She’d joke about absolutely anything. She made me laugh a lot, usually by poking fun at me, which I loved, or at herself.
I liked her so much that I took the radical step of bringing books and studying so I could sit with her in the library. Hi, handsome, she’d greet me, giving me elevator eyes and that smirk. It was fun, but it was also kinda hot. Before long, we were kissing in private corners of the library. More accurately, she was kissing me. I loved this, too. I’ve never been bold like this, especially with a really attractive guy like you, she said, but you make it pretty easy–that’s a complement, by the way. One time she kissed me, then took a step back. Take your shirt off, she said. I pulled my shirt over my head. She gave me the elevator eyes and a hmph of grudging approval, then we started back for our table. It was funny and weird, but also really hot somehow, and even flustered me a little. Hey, handsome, she said as we walked back, smirking again, you might want to put your shirt back on. I was completely captivated.
She’d catch me looking at her while we studied, smirk at me, and tell me to get back to the books. Her smarts and wit were sexy as hell, made her really exciting. Just hanging around with her was terrific fun. I really enjoyed the frank way she looked me over. I’d had women tell me I was attractive before, but liked it much more from her. She also made clear that her schoolwork was important and would regularly tell me to shut up and do my homework so she could do hers.
Let’s take a study break, she said one afternoon. She led me to her apartment just off campus. I wondered what was up till she casually informed me on the way there she’d been on birth control for about a year. My heart started pounding. We kissed in her kitchen. Can I take you to bed? she asked a little less confidently than usual. I could only nod dumbly. My heart was pounding. Her chest and face were flushed and pink. We were both clearly very nervous. Seeing her slender body naked and her shy for once was incredibly exciting. I wanted her so badly I was panting. We climbed in her bed and fucked missionary. Her muscular little pussy made me grunt in surprise. I went super slow at first or I’d have cum in 3 seconds. The pleasure on her face was beautiful. When it became obvious I was going to cum, she pulled me down, wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed me with her pussy. As she kissed me, I came as deep inside her as I could get. Then we had a happy, chatty walk back to the library. The whole thing took about an hour. It was great. We did this again a day or two later. We weren’t so nervous and it was even better. On the way back, she looked at me. I know you’ve done this more than me, she said. I wasn’t sure what to say this. In fact, she said with that smirk, the past couple days I’ve doubled the number of times I’ve actually needed birth control. In my goofy well-fucked state, I couldn’t figure out what she meant. She took my arm, laughed at me, and said, in the past couple days I’ve had sex twice, so that means I’ve now had sex four times total, handsome. Try and keep up. I about died laughing.
This was my first semester living off campus. To afford having my own room, I had to live in the next town over, where I’d rented the small top floor of an old New England house from Susan, a very nice but eccentric elderly lady. She gave us a long, stern lecture on birth control when I introduced Cary, shook a finger in my face and told me to always be a gentleman, then said with a big smile it would be nice to have some lovemaking in the house. On a Friday after practice, I took her there for the first time. For once I got to make fun of her when I discovered she’d packed a flannel nighty in her book bag. She turned red and defensive, but we both laughed and laughed over this on the bus to my neighborhood. As we walked from the bus to my house, she said something I’ll never forget. You know what made it easy to just kiss you? Laughing. It puts us both at ease. You laugh at yourself, you laugh at me, you laugh with me, and you make me laugh. Laughing is sexy, and laughing so much with you made me crazy to have sex with you.
We had a tremendous time the rest of that semester. We studied together nearly every day, had a half-hour study break fuck in her place a couple times a week, and studied and fucked for hours in mine on the weekends. Sometimes she’d ask to watch me make myself cum–it’s so awesome, she said, you’ve got such a great body. When we fucked missionary, sometimes she’d brace herself against my headboard, open her legs wide, look up at me and say pound me pound me pound me. I turned her over once to put her on her hands and knees. She wasn’t sure what I was doing at first, then looked back over her shoulder at me. I’ve never done it this way, she said. This made me want to fuck her really well, so I fucked her long and slow as long as I could. Oh yeah, she began to say, oh yeah, looking back at me, oh yeah. Then she went down to her elbows, spread her knees apart, and arched her back hard. Go harder she said, go deep, I’m gonna cum. I started fucking her hard. Oh yeah, go deep go deep go deep, she said Her torso and ass flexed, her pussy clenched several times, I pulled her up off her knees and into my dick and came super hard. This was the first time I ever came with a woman like that. It was incredible. We collapsed in a pile of sex.
She asked me one Saturday afternoon about sex I’d had before. I was reluctant at first, but she coaxed me into talking. She was really interested in my experience with a high school girlfriend with whom I’d spent 3-4 afternoons a week for [an entire summer](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/koqojf/the_summer_of_sucking_dick_and_eating_pussy_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) getting each other off with our hands and mouths. She questioned me seriously and in detail. You taught each other how to do it? Did you do that thing, you know, 69? Is this why you like putting your face between my legs so much? She sat for a few when she’d finished and I worried she’d not liked something I’d said or was jealous. That is so cool, she finally said, to my relief. It must have been so much fun showing each other how to do that. She took me straight to my bedroom and told me to take my clothes off. I’ve never made a man have an orgasm with my mouth, she said. Teach me how. Once again, she made my heart pound, this time so hard I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. I could barely speak and I shook a little. I sat on the edge of the bed and she looked up at me from her knees. Tell me what to do. Tell me how. I want to make you cum. If we hadn’t already had sex a couple times that weekend, I’d have cum just from hearing this. Suck it, I said, lick the head, squeeze my balls, suck it deep, lifting my hips off the bed and lightly thrusting. I’m gonna cum, I soon said. Tell me what to do, she said, tell me what to do, just tell me, let me suck it out of you. Suck it deep, I said, suck while I cum, swallow it so you can keep sucking. I came as she sucked me in deep. She swallowed my cum and kept sucking, then looked up at me. Oh wow, she said, I loved that, oh wow, that was so sexy. I thought I would die of pleasure. We took turns going down on each other regularly after this and, of course, she mixed in some occasional comedy. As a woman and a feminist, she said one time, I’m not sure how I should feel about this. Huh? I said. Well, I’m on my knees in front of a man, servicing him, she said. Seems kind of subservient. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Then she squeezed my balls with one hand and the base of my dick with the other, licked from the base to the head while looking me in the eyes, and then sucked it in deep as she knew I liked till my head rocked back and I moaned. On the other hand, she said with that smirk after I’d gathered my wits a little, looks like I’m the one who’s really in control here. I laughed, but only until she started sucking again.
I’d had sex before, but with Cary it was totally different, the first incredible, mind-blowing adult sex I ever had. She was an enthusiastic and thrilling sex partner. We both marveled at what we were doing. It was simple stuff compared to some of the adventures I’ve had since, but it was as good as any sex I had till I got married. We loved fucking. We really loved 69. I loved wrapping my arms around her hips, pulling her pussy into my face, and eating her pussy until my jaw got tired. I loved fucking her from behind and watching her muscles tense when she came. I couldn’t get enough of her strong, skinny body. I loved her sucking my dick to get it hard after we fucked so we could fuck again. I really loved fucking missionary while she looked at me with lust in her eyes and called me handsome. We often told each other how much we loved all this. I’ll never forget her looking up at me from her knees as she sucked my dick one Sunday morning and telling me at length how much she loved sucking my dick and swallowing my cum. And just as much as the sex I loved sitting in the library and having her say things like listen, handsome, some day you’ll be old and you won’t be able to get by on your pretty face and nice body, so maybe you ought to do your homework. The pleasure of matching wits with such a bright, funny woman might have been the best part. As a bonus, because of all the studying I’d done to have an excuse to sit with her, I got outstanding grades that semester, which was a huge shock to my faculty advisor.
We continued on with this the following semester, during which I had a class two evenings a week that ended at 9pm. Getting back to my place afterwards meant a late-night bus ride and walk in the cold, so Cary said she’d ask her roommate if I could stay over those nights.
Their place had a really small kitchen and sitting area, one bathroom, and a single, very large bedroom they shared. The beds were in the two most distant corners. I’d stayed overnight a few times already. No sex allowed. Karen was a good roommate, quiet and even more serious about schoolwork, so serious that she’d ditched a boyfriend mostly to study more soon after I’d met her. They were a perfect roommate match and Cary didn’t want to screw it up. I did learn, though, that Karen had a fantastic body. The way she usually dressed made it hard to see, but one morning as I laid in bed with Cary she walked through the room in a very short bare midriff t-shirt and plain white panties. She was a knockout–a mix of athletic and curvy, long, beautiful limbs, a firm round ass, flat stomach with a little hint of six-pack, and big, firm, round breasts with nipples poking up through her shirt, easily the nicest breasts I’ve ever seen in person. Isn’t she gorgeous? Cary said in my ear, kinda like having a beautiful painting or something.
Karen had no problem with me overnighting regularly after class. We meant to keep the no sex rule, but almost immediately Cary and I started fooling around in the middle of the night. We’d try to be quiet, stifling moans and sshhing each other as we tried to fuck without Karen knowing. We thought we were pretty clever. We weren’t.
When I got out of class one night a couple weeks into the semester, Karen was there–no surprise, we’d walked down to the apartment together before. Cary really likes you, she said, you guys are really sexy, I like being with the two of you, you’re really hot together, I like it when you stay over. It seemed she was getting at something, but whatever it was went over my head. When we got to the apartment, she continued talking with both of us. It was more of the same. My attention drifted a little, but Cary looked at her intently with out saying anything. I still didn’t get what was going on. Then Karen said I’m going to bed, I’ll leave a light on.
OMG, said Cary. OMG. What? I said. She wants to watch us have sex, said Cary. What? No way, I said. Why do you think she says it’s romantic and sexy and she likes it when you stay over? Why do you think she told us we’re really hot together? Why do you think she’s leaving the light on? said Cary. She probably wants to read, I said. (Yes, I really said that.) OMG, you muscle brain, Cary said, sometimes you are SO STUPID.
We went in the bedroom. Karen looked at us from her bed, covers pulled up to her chin. We stood there for quite a while. Then Cary turned and kissed me. We undressed and stood there naked as Karen looked at us, lingering on the outline of my hard dick in my jeans. Then Cary kissed me again, I turned her around and put her hands on the foot of her bed, bent her forward, spread her legs. She looked at Karen and then me and stuck her ass out. I put my hand between her legs and she was really wet. We fucked standing up for the first time. It was quick and hot and we got in bed. Karen got up, said good night, and turned the light off.
The next morning Karen was gone before I got up and I had to go to class before Cary got up. In the library she said hadn’t seen Karen yet and was a bit nervous about it. Then she looked me in the face. I really liked that, she said suddenly. I really liked it a lot. I don’t know why, but that was such a turn-on. I know, I said, it was strange but I liked it too. Well, handsome, she said, I guess that’s what they mean by kinky. Turns out we’re a couple of perverts.
I talked with Karen last night, Cary said the next day. She said I can have sex in my own bedroom if I want, but it’s her bedroom, too, and she can watch if she wants. I don’t want you to have roommate problems, I said. I really want to do this, she said two or three times. She has no problem with us having sex, I think it will be OK, she said, I don’t know why but I loved it, it was so exciting, I want to do it again. I was all for it. In truth, I’d have done just about anything Cary wanted.
Karen walked back with me again after my next night class. I was too nervous and excited to talk much. Under my coat I was already hard. They had re-arranged the bedroom, moving the two beds just a few feet apart. Karen was in hers as before. As we got naked, Cary and I were panting in arousal like we had when we first fucked. I sat her in a chair facing Karen, got on my knees, pushed her legs up and wide apart, licked her pussy, and clit while she held me by the hair, ground into my face, and moaned. Then we switched places and she sucked my dick while I lifted my hips off the chair and thrust lightly. Locking eyes with Karen while Cary sucked my dick was incredible. Then we got up on the bed and fucked doggy style. Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah, Cary said, as we both grunted with pleasure and Karen watched us intently. We both came and came hard, then laid down spooning facing Karen, who gave a quiet mmmm before she turned the light off.
The three of us started to do this all my class nights. We all loved it. We’d get into the bedroom and get busy as soon as fast as we could. Cary and I were habitually a little talkative during sex, but we started being really vocal and nasty in front of Karen. I want your face between my legs, I want you deep, Cary would say, I love it from behind, it makes me cum over and over. I didn’t talk as much, but I was less genteel, which Cary and Karen both liked. I love fucking you. Your pussy so tight, so strong. Your body is perfect for fucking, you make my dick so hard, I love it when you look back over your shoulder at me when we’re fucking, I love it when you cum, I love it when you move around to get me deeper inside you. Whatever we did, we always finished doggy style, or even just did doggy the whole time. It was our favorite way to fuck and it gave Karen a good view. One memorable night we really tried to put on a show. I’m gonna make you cum with my mouth tonight, Cary said, I want to get on my knees and suck your dick, which from her far more polite mouth was very dirty in a really good way. We put the chair within a couple feet of Karen and turned it so she could see Cary’s mouth and my dick close up and clearly. Oh yeah, suck my dick, suck it, god you can suck dick, suck on my balls, lick my dick, suck the cum out of me. We took our time. I love getting on my knees for you, I love it when you push your dick into my mouth, I love your dick twitching in my mouth when you’re going to cum, I love swallowing your cum. She sucked me deep and kneaded my balls as I came. I came so hard I saw stars.
We soon realized Karen often masturbated after the light went out. It was only rustling and occasional quiet moans, but it was obvious what she was doing. One night Karen woke us both with about 30secs of clearly audible moans. We whispered to each other and giggled a little, which she must have heard. The next morning she was embarrassed and apologized if she’d disturbed us. We assured her it wasn’t a problem. Can we watch? I said, honestly just joking to break the tension. Hey, Cary hit me in the arm, stop it. I’m just kidding, I said. Well, it is your bedroom too, said Karen, that’s not unreasonable. We didn’t take the conversation seriously and it didn’t go any further.
The next night I was there, Cary and I again had sex while Karen watched. When we were winding down, Karen pushed the covers aside. She had one hand in her panties and one under her shirt. Cary and I laid on our sides spooning while we watched. She rubbed her pussy and one of her nipples for a few minutes till she came, then got up and turned the light out without saying anything. That was cool, Cary said in my ear as we went to sleep. The next time or two she just watched us, but then one night she pushed the covers aside again. This time she pulled her shirt off and wiggled out of her panties. She put her feet on the floor, leaned back against the bed. She spread her legs and started fingering herself and pinching a nipple, breathing hard and grinding against the hand between her legs. She massaged her breasts, holding them up to us with her hands under them and kneading them while a finger circled each nipple, then took each nipple between a thumb and finger, pulled hard and twisted them, shaking her breasts by the nipples, and moaned, openly showing them off for us. She switched between her pussy and her breasts for a while, then sat back on the bed, pulled her legs up high, roughly fingered her pussy while she pinched a nipple really hard, and came loudly. Watching this stunning woman get herself off for us was just spectacular. Oh wow, Karen, Cary said, OMG, that was amazing. Thought I ought to get in the spirit of the thing, Karen said with a little laugh, that was fun. After this, we watched her make herself cum most nights after she’d watched us.
Karen became a part of our relationship. Her watching us and us watching her became the most natural thing in the world, just three young people having good, hot fun. It was kinky, but it was also kinda nice somehow. What we were doing seemed just perfect. Taking it further never crossed our minds. This really suits me right now, Karen said, it’s sweet and fun and a lot less hassle than a boyfriend. If she got home late on a class night, we’d wait for her. She was sitting in the kitchen one day when Cary and I arrived for an afternoon study break. Hey, Cary said, as we went back to the bedroom, come on, you’ll like this. We had a quickie missionary fuck like we did on those occasions and Karen watched with a hand in her jeans. Can Karen come out to your place with us on a weekend? Cary asked at one point, it’s a great place to study. I’m serious, it is, she said when I started laughing. One of the first times she joined us there, Cary asked me to make myself cum, which she liked now and then. They watched as I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my dick, taking my time and trying to make it as good for them as I could. Why don’t you get yourself off? I said to Cary when I’d finished. She’d done this with me only once or twice and she turned bashful in front of Karen. We really want to watch you, it’ll be hot, Karen and I said. She started a bit shyly. Karen encouraged her. You’re beautiful, Karen told her, it’s easy to see why he likes sex with you so much, you’re so sexy, your body’s pretty, make yourself cum, I really want to watch you cum, look, he loves watching you, you’re making him hard. This helped Cary overcome her shyness completely. She got on her elbows and knees with her ass towards us, spread her legs, and fingered herself deeply, making herself cum 2 or 3 times, rocking and grinding her hips and gasping with pleasure. This gave us something new to do, and we started masturbating together once in a while. Cary, of course, made us laugh as we were getting ourselves off together one weekend afternoon. I don’t think this is a circle jerk, she said. Only one of us is actually jerking.
The following summer, the two of them took classes and I worked. Our three-way life stayed great. We had a little more time than during the school year, and we filled most of it with sex. We’d alternate fucking and sucking for Karen with watching Karen have a splendid orgasm or two for entire afternoons. We out to a dance club once and had a great time dancing together and turning some heads. Neither of them drank very much, but they both had a few this time. Towards the end of that night, Cary and I were off to the side of the dance floor. She was a little tipsy and we were making out while grinding and humping on each other. Karen, who was more than tipsy, was dancing with someone while looking at us occasionally. Suddenly she popped up right next to us and said, breathing heavily, let’s get out of here and get naked. Fine with me, I said, but what’s gotten into you? I’m fucking horny, that’s what said Karen. We rushed back to my place. Cary and I tore our clothes off and started fucking doggy style. Karen, who usually only talked a little during sex, got vocal and nasty. Fuck her, she said with a hand in her shorts, fuck her good, pump her full of cum, work that tight pussy on his dick. Make it good, fuck for me, I’ve got something for you when you’re done. We found this quite inspiring and had a great fuck. When we got done, Karen took her clothes off, told us to go sit on the couch, and climbed on the bed. She got upright on her knees and massaged her breasts, hefting them in her hands and rubbing her nipples. Cary, she said, give me my bag. She pulled out a bottle of oil and started massaging it into her breasts, circling her nipples and flicking them with a finger. You like this, she said, you like my tits, don’t you? I know this is your favorite. I love playing with my tits while you watch. She worked her way down her abdomen to her pussy. You love watching me cum, too. You guys watching makes me cum hard. I love cumming like this while you watch, it’s so sexy and hot. She put a couple fingers in her pussy from behind and rubbed her clit with the other hand. Oh yeah, watch me cum, yeah, I’m gonna cum, and she had a very impressive orgasm. The three of us, a little drunk and very sex-drunk, after lolling around and some making out for Cary and I, fell asleep in a heap on the bed.
Nothing lasts forever. Karen was finished with school and moved to the west coast. Cary and I took her to the airport–this was before airport security was so rigid, and we went down to the gate to see her onto the plane and watched it leave. Cary was leaving a couple weeks later to study overseas. She’d told me all along, so it wasn’t a surprise. We took a little trip to the mountains together just before she left and spent it fucking and chatting, our two favorite things. Then she left. We kept in touch for a few years, but I haven’t seen her since.
This year made a huge difference in my life. My relationship with Cary was extremely healthy, something that was rarely true for me when I was younger. The healthy relationship is why we could have such outrageously marvelous sex. It was also why we could include a third person the way we did and make it work. All three of us knew what we wanted and what we didn’t. The watching and being watched became a real fetish for me. I’ve only had the opportunity a handful of times since, but it makes me hotter than hell. Really good sex also became closely associated with studying. I discovered there was a lot of upside to getting good grades and kept studying after they’d both left, which really helped me later on. And I learned how great it is to laugh with other people and at yourself. Laughing is sexy.
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Damn that sounds awesome
That sounds perfect. Where’s Cary now?