I lost my virginity the summer after my senior year of high school. Two months later, I had a sexual experience that I think about to this day. Hey, I’m Bryce. I’m a 25 year old grad student who thinks writing about sex sounds like more fun than writing about “science”. A little bit about me: I lift weights often but drink beer more. I’m 6’3 with thick brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a love of talking to new people. Somehow, I still couldn’t pick up a girl at the bar if you offered me a brand new GPU. Just enough shy and oblivious to cancel out the other things. Luckily, I’ve still managed to find girls that like me, so I’m here to share some of the laughs, lessons, and not-always-perfect-lovemaking I’ve taken part in over the past few years. I’ll try to keep the bullshit and tangents to a minimum, but don’t quote me on that. Feel free to reach out with writing tips, I’m used to writing for literal robots, not people.
I had my first kiss a month before I graduated high school (barely 18). Her name was Claire. We dated all summer. After three months, I said “I love you”. After seven months, I said we were through. Three months after that, she sends me a picture of a hot naked girl riding a hot naked boy with the words “just friends” over top. We had been fucking the whole time. Our (mutual) first time was short, awkward, and over within a minute. We were just testing the waters. Eventually, things got hotter. She was a dancer with attachment issues. Absolutely gorgeous with jet black hair, perfectly tan skin, green eyes, and the body of a dancer who loves what she does. After we learned from our rocky beginnings, Claire and I fucked all the time. We got in trouble with our roommates, and somehow my mom found out. Horrifying. Anyways, there’s a moment that I am particularly fond of, because it kicked off the best, albeit rather short, period of our relationship.
This story begins with alcohol, like so many good stories do. We got back to our dorm after a party around 2am, both excited to finally have some alone time. The only problem was, both of our roommates were home, and both were parts of very religious organizations. Aka they didn’t want us fucking in their rooms while they were there. And since we shared, we had no choice but to comply. After striking out with both rooms, we stood next to each other in the hallway. That’s when she had a stroke of genius.
(this conversation is done in *loud* whispers)
“How about the study room!?” she says.
“And fuck on the table? Or the chairs?” I respond.
“No no, the other one, it has a couch!”
“Fuck yeah, but I don’t think the door locks!?”
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Claire looked at me blankly, then grabbed my hand with hers, and whipped around, pulling me towards the study room. Who cares about locks at 2am, she tells me. She opens the door, and verifies that the room is empty. Immediately, she pushes a stool in front of the door. The lights in the room are off, it’s late, but that stool isn’t stopping anybody. These thoughts barely registered before I looked back to Claire. She was standing in front of me, black tank top and bra tossed on the floor, shimmying her shorts down as fast as she can move. I step toward her and wrap my arms around her back, locking her lips into a sloppy smooch. She tears at my shirt, pulling it over my head. I slip my jeans down. Her hand shoots to my dick, grabbing it through my boxers. “I love your dick” she moans into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. Tingles. I return the favor by biting her neck, squeezing both of her ass cheeks with my hands. I pause to fish a condom out of my pocket, fumbling it onto my dick in the dark, barely getting it on before Claire slams into me. I fall back onto the couch, her on top.
I grab my dick and slowly tease the entrance to her pussy. She moans into my ear. I grab her black hair in my hand and pull her head back. I hickey the left side of her neck, which causes her to push my arms above my head, so she can return the favor. As she does this, I thrust my dick into her. She’s already soaking wet, but she screams out at suddenly being filled up. She gazes into my eyes with animalistic lust, rocketing her hips into me, pushing my torso back into the couch cushions. Did I mention this girl was a dancer? I take a breath to steady myself, and look over her shoulder. Our clothes are all over the room, and the stool isn’t doing shit about the door. Better make it fast then, I think to myself. After roughly one second to myself, my dick reminds me about the amazing things going on outside of my head. I focus back on Claire, locking lips once again to tongue-dance with her, one of my favorite things we did together. We basically taught each other how to make out, and obviously developed a lot of the same techniques. Anyway, I could feel the orgasm quickly building in my balls, surprising with the amount of beer I drank. This is way too fucking good right now. But Claire had a certain way of doing that to me, I guess. I was moaning as quietly as I could (not easy), and she was matching me with her own muffled moans. We both slowly got louder and she rode me faster and faster. I grabbed her waist in both of my hands, pulling her towards me on the down strokes. I was almost to the edge.
“I’m close baby, pleeeeease don’t stop” Claire moans out.
Normally, I’d be desperately trying to hold back. Not this time, I’m completely lost in the moment. Two gunslingers, fucking in the dead of night. Nothing but the slap of skin on skin and ecstatic moans being held in. My dick starts to pulse, so does her vagina. Perfectly synced. It was incredible. We groaned together, reaching the peak at the exact same time. I came, no joke, probably 10 gallons into the condom that night. Just a cowboy and a cowgirl, lusting into each other on a study room couch. What could be better?
To tell you the truth, nothing. I’ll never forget thrusting into her as hard as I could, feeling the music build. I’ll always remember what it felt like to cum at the same time. Something animalistic in both of us awakened after that. From then on, we were insatiable. That girl could fuck, and I could give it to her. Routinely cumming at the same time, and cumming often. We were tuned to each other. We would fuck hard and fast. Faster and faster it got, until we could both cum under 60 seconds. Efficient ecstasy. Eventually, we broke up. All we were was fuck buddies. We continued as fuck buddies for way too long after. It got ugly, but the sex stayed wonderful. As bad as the relationship was, the physical part showed me what sex could be. I was hooked.
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