I was two knuckles deep in my own soaked pussy when my roommate began to open the door to our shared dorm room. We had only been living together for three weeks now, and despite this exact scenario having happened twice before, my roommate Abbie refused to incorporate knocking into her dorm room-entering etiquette. In fact it bothered her a lot more than it did me, I just didn’t want her boyfriend or any of her theater friends to also walk in with her. I threw my comforter over my bare breasts and turned to lay on my side facing the middle of the room as well as the door. I kept my wet fingers inside myself, knowing that the lewd smell would give me away before anything else. I was also secretly hoping that Abbie would need to leave so that I could relieve some of the throbbing pressure around my pussy.
Before the door was even halfway open Abbie had locked eyes with me and in an instant I saw a half dozen emotions cross her eyes. Surprise, recognition, intrigue, hesitation, disappointment, shame. I felt myself tighten ever so slightly around my fingers when our eyes met. The door slammed shut harder than Abbie intended, the echo audible in rooms all down the hallway.
I used this moment to make myself slightly more presentable, throwing on my oversized hoodie and pulling up my panties from my ankles. We didn’t have a sink so I was forced to resort to cleaning my fingers by sucking my juices off. I really didn’t mind, I think I taste pretty good. I was starting to get distracted with my own tongue in between my fingers when Abbie asked through the door if it was okay to come back in.
“Alex, are you done being a slut in our room so that I can come in?” Abbie exasperated through the cheap wooden door.
I could feel my eyes rolling as I replied “Yeah I’m done”, and jumped off of my elevated dorm bed to land barefoot on our tiled dorm room floor. It was 11am and I was just getting out of bed. My roommate Abbie was coming back from her second class of the day, a fact she was sure to remind me of. Most of my classes were in the afternoon, so I had started sleeping in later.
Abbie opened and shut the thin door quickly, stepping through the doorway and closing it behind her securely. Her head was bent so as to not make eye contact with me, I couldn’t tell if it was from anger, embarrassment, arousal, or a combination of the three. Abbie was a freshman like me, 4-5 inches taller than me and blonde with long hair she kept parted in the middle. She loved to dress “girly” with dresses and bright colors. Today was no exception, she was wearing an oversized pink sweatshirt for a play I didn’t recognize and black leggings. Thinking about turning on my prudish roommate was making me notice her thighs covered in her tight black leggings. Her back was turned to me, and I took my time gazing at her long legs and shapely ass.
“You know, you really should just start knocking,” I said with my arms crossed. “One of these times I won’t be alone and it’s going to make you a lot more uncomfortable than you are now”. I hadn’t been able to find a suitable date or even a hookup since coming to college almost a month ago. I didn’t really want Abbie to know that though.
Despite being the more prudish of the two of us she was the one getting dick on the regular, which annoyed me to no end. Her boyfriend Dylan of two years from highschool had come to our dorm every weekend so far to get oral sex and humiliate himself begging to take her virginity. This had happened 5/5 times I was present during their dorm room romps. In the mornings when I was still asleep I woke up to the familiar deep moans of approval of a man getting his dick wet. I already tended to wake up a little wet, but having all of this happen in the bed next to me was always incredibly arousing. This was always inevitably ruined when Dylan would pause Abbie’s efforts and whisper in a too-loud voice for Abbie to take her panties off so he could fuck her, which never worked. Abbie was raised in a Christian household, and wanted to save herself for her marriage. I had never been around anyone like that, all of the girls I was friends with in highschool had no reserves about fucking around. I thought Dylan was a total asshole, and I had no idea what Abbie was doing with him. I never got the impression that she particularly liked sucking his dick either, and he certainly never reciprocated with going down on her.
Abbie turned around with a few textbooks in her arms “I’d much rather you stop fingering yourself in our room”. She placed the books on her bed. “Besides, masturbation is for guys only, girls don’t like sex that way.” She still wasn’t looking at my face, but if she did she would have seen a smile stretching from ear to ear and a raised eyebrow. I wasn’t going to push her any harder on this today, but I had a feeling that I could change her mind about that.
My phone buzzed with the familiar notification that I had a match on one of the many dating apps I was active on. I felt my thoughts spin out from a semblance of modesty into the slutty needy thoughts that had been the catalyst for my craven morning masturbation meditation. After more than a month-long dry spell, I was wet with anticipation of what might await. I hadn’t gone this long without sex since losing my virginity years ago. I kept getting lots of matches on the apps, but none of them had yet to progress past sexting and sending nudes. I love taking pictures and sending them to guys. I love receiving their attention and thinking about how hard their dick gets thinking of me. I take good care of my body, I’ve been playing volleyball for as long as I can remember. My legs are long and thick and in the spring and summer I like to keep them smooth and soft. They’ve always gotten me the wrong type of attention from boys and men, but most of the time I enjoyed feeling noticed. My two 32C breasts certainly aren’t doing me any favors in that department. My breasts were nice and firm, but men always gravitated much more towards my legs and ass as the object of their attention. That was just fine with me, I love how they look too. I could hardly blame them, I would try to sneak a peek too if our positions were switched. I could still faintly taste myself in my mouth, sweet and sexual and so utterly womanly. As much as I craved the touch and attention of men I had also recently discovered I was just as malleable to the attention of women. Playing volleyball had its perks. I was decidedly much less experienced sexually and romantically with girls, but I was hoping to change that in college. In my current horny needy mess my pussy was practically begging for attention from anyone, indiscriminate of gender. I hoped that Abbie would leave soon so that I could tend to the distracting throbbing wet that kept crawling into every one of my thoughts. What was I talking about?
“Did you want to get lunch with me and Hannah and Skyler?” Abbie asked after a few seconds of silence. “We’re gonna meet at Oakland Hall in half an hour” I perked up a little at the thought of hanging out with Hannah and her roommate Skyler. Hannah and Abbie had known each other in highschool, and both held similar ideologies when it came to sexuality. I think they had been in some church youth group together. That made me a lot less interested in getting to know her, and I had gotten to know Skyler more. We had taken to getting lunch with the two of them since there was social safety in numbers, and we hadn’t gotten on too well with the other girls on our dorm’s floor. Skyler was Hannah’s roommate, a short girl with black hair that was majoring in Computer Programming. I thought she was cute, but she was awfully quiet and I didn’t have any indication she was anything more than a cute straight girl. I was a little hungry, but I was in desperate need of alone time.
My phone buzzed a second time, pulling me back to reality. I pulled it out of my pocket quickly and with my hand obscuring the view Abbie might have if she turned around. I had received two messages from a man I recognized as someone who I had creeped on when their profile showed up last night when I was swiping. His name is Joseph, and his thick muscle-y arms had driven me crazy last night when I came across them. Joseph was tall and he had that twinkle in his eye that made me want him to make me his little slut. He looked vaguely ethnic, with skin somewhere between olive and bronze and dark curly black hair. As long as he wasn’t too creepy or weird, my pussy would finally get release. His profile said he was 23 and a senior at my university. I read the two messages in an excited instant, my heart skipping a beat.
The first message was a selfie he had taken in the mirror, shirtless with
white tapered sweatpants. HIs hand held the outline to his impressive cock, clearly erect and visible through the pants. His smirk was barely visible, but it was obvious he knew the effect this would have on the repressed freshmen women looking for their first college fling.
His second message was a text: “You up for some extra-curricular gender studies and human sexuality?”. I smiled down at my phone thinking about how forward I wanted to be with him.
“Did you want to come or not Alex?” Abbie asked less patiently, turning and facing me. “Hannah is asking because Skyler will only go if you do too”.
My brows furrowed, not wanting to tell Abbie I was going to ditch her and her friend for a dick appointment. Sometimes a girl just has needs.
“Naw, I have to meet up with that guy from English Comp before class to talk about our presentation.” I said, still looking at my phone. This was technically the truth, I did need to meet up with him. But he could wait, we could talk about our presentation later or he could just do it by himself.
I paused for three beats then wrote my reply to Joseph. “If you’re the professor I can walk there now”. The perfect combination of eager, willing and horny that would certainly lead to his dick stretching me out in all the right places. I could feel myself getting wet again on my panties.
“That’s too bad, I’ll let Hannah know” Abbie said, turning back around and looking back through her things.
I started to look through my own belongings for things for a shower. I wanted to clean up quickly and make sure I smelled nice for my new suitor. I grabbed a tight athleisure shirt and leggings to change into after my shower.
The next twenty minutes passed in a blur and I found myself walking to Joseph’s off-campus apartment with my bag. We had texted a little more, and I was enjoying our banter and textual foreplay. I arrived outside the door he had texted me, and before I could knock the door swung open revealing the same tall boyish man I had seen in the pictures I received. He was wearing what he had been wearing in his selfie to me, only those white sweatpants. I hadn’t even been trying to steal a look but I could more than make out the outline of his erect cock through the pants.
Speaking of making out, before I could say hello or make small talk, we were. He held out his hand, offering me entrance into his apartment. In one motion he took my hand into his, and moved me closer to his body. I had stepped from the outside into his arms, and now the cold chill of early fall had turned into his warm embrace. Our lips touched in greeting, my eyes closed trying to savor this moment. His body was warm, and I could feel the radiation from his chest. He hulked over me, almost a foot taller than me. One of his hands was on my cheek, holding me close. His other hand had started on the small of my back, but was slowly creeping down in a move that I instantly recognized. I rolled my body slightly, helping his hand find its place on my ass.
Our lips were still locked, but his had started to spread slightly in an offer of his tongue into my mouth. I needed all of him inside of me, and I could feel that he needed me. My own hands had started their own journey south, feeling his stomach and playing with the waistband of his pants. My eyes were still closed, but I could find my way just through touch. I could feel myself getting soaked. Our tongues now shamelessly and needily tasting each other’s mouths made my nipples poke through my shirt, revealing that I did not wear a bra.
Joseph must have opened his eyes because as if on cue he grabbed my breast cupping it and squeezing it in a way that made a warm moan escape right into his mouth. He started to pull at my shirt, wanting better access to my two breasts. I loved how in charge he was. We hadn’t said a word yet, the only communication happening through our bodies. I pulled away from his lips, locking eyes with him as I raised my arms and discarded my shirt. I could see the excitement in his eyes as I revealed my two breasts. He moved his hands onto one squeezing my nipple and rolling it slightly. I felt myself start to leak out of my panties from all of the wetness. I let another moan escape as he moved his hands to my other breast. We had started towards the couch in his living room, the closest place that we could get hot and heavy. He was staring at my chest with a look I could only describe as ravenous. He sat on the couch and I followed, straddling him. Our mouths locked again, and I lost myself in his taste and musk.
As soon as I got used to the sensation of his thick manly hands on my small breasts he moved his mouth to my nipple, breathing warmly on it. He didn’t hesitate before licking a circle around my nipple, getting his and my saliva all over. I felt my nipple harden in anticipation from his teasing. He tasted my whole breast, ending with him lightly holding my nipple in his mouth. He began to fondle it with his tongue, making me squirm with pleasure. I had been ogling him from above, appreciating him as he appreciated me. I couldn’t think about anything other than this man making me his. His enthusiasm for my body was making my pussy pulse with anticipation, I could feel my throbbing in my stomach. It was deep and primal. I needed him.
My hand had made its way under his pants, even through his teasing on my breasts distracting me. What I found was his extremely erect 7 inch cock dripping already with precum. It was almost hot to the touch, and it twitched slightly as I wrapped my hand around it. Joseph immediately stopped his teasing and I smiled knowingly as our eyes locked again. I kept stroking him as I leaned in to taste his mouth again. I wanted to feel him get harder and throb as he tasted my slutty teen mouth. He let out a moan that sounded so needy, and all I wanted to do was to take care of his problem.
I lifted my leg up from around him, and dropped to my knees on the floor in front of his couch. I looked up at him, into his eyes. I could tell he was admiring all of me, how eager and whorish I was for him. How we hadn’t yet said a word, and here I was about to have his cock in my mouth. I pulled at his sweatpants, dropping them to his ankles. His dick bounced up to attention, proudly standing. He remained sitting, which was just fine with me. This wasn’t my first rodeo, so without hesitation I grabbed him with a touch of authority and started stroking. He was entirely clean shaven, I could tell he had showered recently which I appreciated. The smell of his cock was addicting, I knew I was about to wrap my mouth around it and try my hardest to take all of it. I cupped his testicles, feeling them in my hand and massaging them. I gave his penis one final shake before moving in to taste his thick meat.
I tilted my head down and opened my mouth slightly, sticking my tongue out making sure he could hear the wetness in my mouth. I plunged my head onto his cock savoring his salty musk as I inhaled taking it all in. I could taste his precum leaking from the tip as I swirled my tongue around his head. I started to slowly bob my head on his cock taking him further into my throat. I kept my tongue moving along the underside of his cock. I had learned that from a friend of mine who was very popular with the boys. It seemed to be working because Joseph let out another moan. His hand moved to the top of my head, applying pressure lightly to help me take his cock into my throat. My mouth was salivating just as much as my pussy was. My body was screaming at him that I was his dirty little fuck thing. I kept bobbing my head down on his cock with an effort sure to leave my jaw sore later. I loved every second feeling like a slut for this man. I stared down his shaft, noticing as I crept closer and closer to his stomach as I took more and more of his dick into my mouth. I could feel the shake of his balls from his shaft as it was tightly wedged down my throat. My tongue reached almost to the base of his cock, I could almost tickle his balls. I could hear his moans in the back of my head encouraging me to go farther and deeper to be a good little slut and take the whole cock. His fingers on my head dug slightly into my scalp and pushed through my hair. I let him use my mouth for as long as he wanted.
I felt his whole body shift and his cock tense up, I knew he was about to cum. I locked eyes with him again, the first time since I began sucking him. I looked at him with the best doe eyes I could manage. His hands moved to my cheeks and chin as I burrowed his cock as deep as I could down my throat. I exhaled slightly as Joseph’s cock started pumping warm cum down my throat. He let out the loudest moan yet, a manly whimper every slut recognizes as a satisfied man. His dick was still pumping as I pulled him out of my throat and back into my mouth. I kept all of his cum in my mouth to show him before I swallowed. After six or seven final throbs of cum I took my mouth off of him and showed him the cum I had in my mouth. I closed my mouth and swallowed all of it, savoring his taste. I opened my mouth again showing him I had swallowed the whole load. He bent over and kissed my open mouth for what felt like minutes cleaning my mouth and swallowing all of my fluids like an even bigger whore than I was. After a minute of us making out even more he silently excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he left I stared at his cute tight butt still naked from our romp.
I realized since he had cum I would probably need to come back later to get my nut off. I liked oral good enough, but what I needed was some dick. This had satisfied me enough for now. I had a feeling Joseph liked me enough to invite me back, I bet I could come back later tonight even if he was free.
While Joseph was still in the bathroom I realized we had never actually spoken. As soon as we met we threw ourselves at each other lustfully and we never got a chance to do the small talk. I thought that was hot enough to continue, and I hoped he thought so too. I looked around for a pen and paper quickly, and jotted a short message.
*Gotta go to class,*
*Wanna do some more studying later?*
*I want your cock inside of me so bad*
* *Alex*
As I ran to make it on time for my English Comp class I felt another vibration in my pocket. I snuck a peek and blushed when I saw it was Joseph.
“I’m free all day, just text me when you’re on your way”. This lecture I had to go to could not end soon enough. I saw my English partner Toby across the courtyard and jogged up to join him.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t00pk3/university_fun_as_a_slutty_bi_girl_part_one_mf