The tornado that cockblocked me [FM]

I’m used to being the second hottest girl in the room. I don’t even mean that in a self-deprecating way because I think I’m attractive and my personality is hella charming, but I’ve always had weirdly hot friends which let me fade into the background.

My best friend in college in particular was so hot it was annoying… well it might have been if she wasn’t such a lovely person. She was an athlete with waist length hair who was objectively adorable.

So all that is to say, I was accustomed to dude’s crossing rooms to talk to her.

We were once at a frat party and a dude I had a crush on came over to talk to us. I almost instinctively stepped aside and waited for him to hit on her, but he didn’t make look at her. He just wanted to chat with me.

My best friend smiles and makes a quick exit. She was a very big fan of me talking to guys because I was a tad shy back then.

Ngl, I had had a crush on this man for a hot minute, but we had never talked. He was older and I thought I was too nerdy for him. After chatting with him for a bit he asks if I want a drink.

“I can’t. I’m driving.”

“The pledges can take your friends home. No worries.”

“What? Why would they do that?”

“Because I’ll tell them to.”

“Damn, that’s power. Still, I can’t send my friends home with a random dude.”

“So that rules out a sleepover, huh?”

*Oh snap! This dude is forward.*

“I think that was already ruled out, friend. I don’t sleep in frat houses.”

*That would change with time. I don’t want to brag but I got REALLY good at sleeping in frat houses.*

“You haven’t heard my pitch yet,” he says. “I have a twin sized bed and a roommate. You’re not even a little enticed?”

I was but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Towards the end of the night my best friend pulls me aside and asks *me* to stay so she has an excuse to get a ride home. It turns out the guy she likes is indeed the pledge DD for the night and she wants an excuse to hangout with him. I reluctantly agree to this.

Meanwhile my frat boy overhears this and is a little too pleased with himself. “I think you’re sleeping in a frat house, friend.”

“No! Just because she’s leaving does not mean I’m staying.”

I did. Shortly after this interaction we started making out and eventually go to his room. Plus, at that point it was starting to storm which made for a good excuse not to go home.

*I promise I am less awkward now than what ensues in this next bit…*

I don’t kiss him when we get to his room. I awkwardly stand on the other side and assess his books. I do this almost like a nervous tick. I start rambling uncontrollably about this book he has. It’s like an impulse I can’t help.

“Can I ask you something, V?”

“Yes.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Oh not at all. This is totally a normal Friday night for me. I definitely wouldn’t usually be home reading instead of in a frat house with a dude who is ten times hotter than me.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“That was the wrong thing to say right?” I cover my face and groan.

“You’re adorable.”

“I’m weird.”

“A little, but you’re hot enough to pull it off.”

*This sentence essentially describes me generally.*

“You can relax, by the way,” he says again. “I know you’re not going to have sex with me.”

“Oh… really?”

“Yeah. I just kind of assumed considering you’re a freshman who I never see drink or hookup. I knew where this was heading.”

“Oh.”

Without asking he throws me a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt. He is a little too chill in this situation. It feels very practiced.

“So is this a normal thing?” I ask when he turns around so I can change?

“What?”

“Like having women stay over and sleep with you while there’s a weirdly romantic thunderstorm in the background.”

“Usually there’s not a thunderstorm.”

He strips down to boxers and I let him take my hand and lead me to his bed. When we get under the covers he puts an arm around me and lets me lie on his chest.

“The storm is getting bad,” he notes.

*Lol. It would get worse.*

“So… I think it’d be cool if we made out.”

“Really?” He asks.

“Yep.”

We start kissing slowly and he runs a hand through my hair and lets me put a hand on his chest.

*God damn it, does he live in the gym?*

“Can I get on top of you?” He asks.

“You can indeed.”

He gets in between my legs and I pull him towards me as he climbs on top. He’s hard and I’m still at that phase in my life when I’m amazed men find me attractive enough to get hard for.

*Those days are long gone btw. My body is banging. My husband is a fan.*

We keep making out as he gently starts rubbing himself against me. The storm is going crazy outside and it’s actually really adding to the mood as we descend into something more chaotic. I arch my back against him and move to wrap my legs around his waist. He puts a hand on my thigh and squeezes hard as he pushes me deeper into his mattress.

I cry out just as thunder cracks.

“Can you do me a kindness?” I ask.

“Anything.”

He leans back to look at me and I have to bury half my face in the pillow to even say it. “Could I possibly suck you off?”

“Really?”

“I’ve only done it with a few guys so I might not be good, but I like it a lot.”

*I legitimately do. It’s my favorite thing in bed. I really like giving oral.*

“I’m not going to say no, but would you let me return the favor then?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Could I finger you?”

I’m ok with that and give a nod before getting on my knees and signaling for him to move to the edge of the bed. “You’re just going for it,” he laughs.

I shrug and start pulling down his boxers.

*As a formerly religious person who thought oral was a magical loophole to virginity, I actually am really good at this. My high school boyfriend was a lucky man in hindsight.*

When I put my mouth on him, I don’t take him in right away. I lick him for a while and then play with his head with my tongue. When I finally push my head all the way down, he grabs the back of my hair gently and guides me to the rhythm he likes.

Meanwhile, something hits the window and we hear another clap of thunder. I don’t even think much about it and decide it’s adding to the moment.

I take him in further and go faster.

*NGL, there’s a song a sing when I do this to keep rhythm. I’d tell y’all, but I’ve disclosed this to too many people and it would risk my anonymity.*

I move my head up and down as he starts gasping above me. He pushed me down and holds himself in my throat for a couple of seconds before he tells me he’s about to come.

“I can pull out,” he breathes.

I shake my head and let him finish in my mouth. I swallow just as something else hits a window a little louder this time. We also hear the sirens go off.

*Idk man, I’m a child of the South. Storms don’t scare me, even with a tornado siren I’m just not that concerned.*

He lays me back on the bed and starts pulling is boxers down my legs. I am about to get finger fucked by this dude I’ve literally thought about as I got myself off. He’s hot AF. I’m shaking with anticipation at the concept as he moves his hand between my legs. He’s about to get to the entrance when a damn window in the next room breaks.

*Oh fuck.*

He stops and gives me a panicked look. “Oh shit. Are we like about to be in a tornado? Fuck, we have to get down to the basement.”

“I have to change,” I say quickly but something else hits the window. He looks apologetic as he reaches for my hand and pulls me up.

We do not have time.

Another window blows out and as we run to the hallway and we see papers start blowing around us. The house even shakes.

*This is a huge house. It should not be shaking.*

We run down three flights of stairs and into the basement. At this point the lights are out and we’re stumbling through the dim lighting of the generator.

So let me paint this picture… I am in boxers and a frat T-shirt. I am barefoot and my hair is a mess. We are the last people to arrive as apparently everyone else took the siren seriously and did not prioritize getting finger banged over safety.

What I’m saying is, 50 pairs of frat bros suddenly turn to see me running down the stairs and get a front seat to my sheltering of shame.

They all clap for us.

One of my friends comes up to me with a huge grin on his face and hands me a bottle of whiskey. “I think you need this.”

“I’ve had a crush on that guy all year and the moment I’m in his bed a tornado hits. I think this is a sign the universe doesn’t want me to get laid.”

“Nah, it’s a sign to get really drunk.”

I did get that part down. For two hours I got drunk with frat dudes and nearly forgot about the fact that it looked like I had just been fucked.

As it turns out, the damage wasn’t horrible, but by the time we cleaned everything up and got to bed, the two of us just passed out from exhaustion.

Yes, he finger banged me later, but we never got our moment in the storm.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u809fc/the_tornado_that_cockblocked_me_fm