Like wow, wipeout [MF]

University O Week. [Hoodoo Gurus](https://open.spotify.com/track/7BzPr3MtXDu5cuPIqFylKf?si=5635ae496ed64541) play the refectory. 

It’s late summer, humid as fuck, 300 bodies are crammed into a concrete and glass box with10’ ceilings.

She’s 5’3”, short dark hair dyed red, white shirt, frayed denim miniskirt, Converse high-tops, red lipstick, braless A Cups, nipples on high beam. She’s smoking hot and knows it.

Second hour the humidity inside is 98%.  Clothes cling to saturated bodies. Precipitation drips from the ceiling.  The crowd is going off.

In front of stage she’s been jumping into me, bouncing off me as the crowd surges, her shirt, transparent, clings to her body, make up a mess. She’s as hot as when the night began.

The finale in full swing, we grab eachother. Everyone grabs eachother to belt out well known lyrics…

*I love the way you talk…*

The crowd screams “*Ah-ah-ah*”

*You walk…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*You smile…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*Your style…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*Like, now…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*Like, wow…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*Wipe-out…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*No doubt…*

“*Ah-ah-ah!*”

*That I was gone the moment I laid eyes on you…*

I hoist her onto my shoulder above the heaving crowd.

She’s going off.  

Show’s over. I lower her to the ground. It’s less a kiss, more an attempt to eat eachother’s mouths.

We spill into the night air.

I grab her hand. We run to the botanical gardens.

We kiss.  Hands feverishly explore bodies through sodden clothes.

She grabs at my jeans. My hand goes up her skirt.

She turns around, her skirt around her hips.  She pulls her panties aside.

We fuck. 

It’s primal.

It’s quick.

Breathless, she cums, I cum, we kiss, we go our separate ways.

I watch her leave.

She looks back, smiles, and waves.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/spmau5/like_wow_wipeout_mf