Years ago, hell a life time ago, I was in college at a small school, and there was a group of us that became friends and we would play cards together, usually Spades or Uno, in the common area of the dorms. My friend Cheryl would often play and sometimes her roommate Sue would come, but Sue was not a regular. As mixed groups sometimes go, there were hookups within the crew. However, Cheryl had a boyfriend back at home and my girlfriend was at another school so we platonically hung out together, talked on the phone from time to time, and because we clicked so well, we usually partnered up as a team when the game was Spades.
As our friendship grew, Cheryl and I eventually talked a lot about our loves and the intimate acts we missed with them. I remember trying not to get hard as she blushed and smiled while she shared with me the tale about her older boyfriend back home fucking her slowly by candlelight in the bath tub, the water splashing in rhythm with his thrusts. She related how his cock had glistened in the candlelight and how hot his tattoos looked as she sucked him off, how she pulled down his uncut foreskin and assaulted the super sensitive pink head of his tool with her tongue until he screamed as he came.
My mouth was dry and my hands were kind of shaking as it became my turn to share. Something told me it was ok that my cock was hard but I didn’t flaunt it. I knew that her story was going to carry me through several weeks of self pleasure back in my dorm room.
She listened intently, her eyes meeting mine, slowly nodding her head as I described how often my girlfriend had blown me over the summer when we worked at a camp together. From our initial encounter when she became the first person to suck me off and I tasted pussy for the first time to the rapid increase in frequency where multiple times a day we would pleasure each other often to the point where late in the day her pussy would be swollen and tender and I would have nothing left to shoot. I never fucked her, but our oral and foreplay experience grew exponentially.
Interestingly enough, she never swallowed. Watching her spit my cum in the grass or sink depending on where we were fooling around was a thing of beauty.
On another occasion, Cheryl laughed tremendously when I shared the story of how my girlfriend had named my dick Mr. Fred the Head for some reason, maybe because what I lacked in length I made up for in girth. So of course from time to time she would ask me in front of our friends how Fred was doing, shit like that. They had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but the first few times she asked, I would get beet red and stammer out some sort of reply. The devilish look in her eyes and the smile she gave me as she tried not to laugh at my struggle to respond were absolutely priceless.
Our conversations grew more heated over time and one night Cheryl finally made me an offer. “Let’s sneak away together, no one has to know. We can take care of one another and shed a little late semester stress.” My girlfriend had become increasingly aloof when we talked, barely a flippant ‘I love you’ when we hung up and recently she had written me a brief letter that indicated that we “need to talk over Christmas break”, and Cheryl’s boyfriend wasn’t returning her calls anymore and was MIA, so I figured- what’s the harm?
I borrowed a friend’s car and Cheryl and I drove off campus to a deserted area outside of town, in the country, where there was an old barn that college clubs sometimes held parties in, but not this night.
We parked shortly after an early December dusk, the light from an orange security lamp illuminating things just enough, and we starting kissing and gently, tentatively caressing, finally crossing the line from friends to something more and slowly working our way up to speed. I ran my fingers through her blonde hair, her blue eyes open at times staring wickedly into mine. Her lips were soft and her mouth was generous, warm and wet. Lips gave way to open mouthed kisses and tongues entwined, deliciously probing. The windows fogged quickly, and soon her shirt was open and her bra removed.
Her ample, perky breasts filled my large hands and I quickly discovered her nipples were pointed outward rather than forward,. “Wow!” I said in amazement at this variation I had never experienced before or since as I started to roll her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned, and giggled and she said, “Yeah, a nice little surprise for you.” Then I replaced my fingers with my mouth and her light tan nipples responded to my licks and kisses as her hand worked over the growing ridge of my cock, causing a simmering ache to begin in my jeans.
Excitement grew quickly, as I hadn’t touched anyone romantically in months. I worked with her to gain access and I slipped my hand into her pants past the thick growth of a late 1980s era bush and found her gloriously wet and open, her clit raised and craving attention. She pulled her pants down further to accommodate my fingers and we worked together as a well-timed team, my fingers thrusting and her pelvis rising all combined to bring her to climax more than once. The feeling of bringing someone new to climax has always been powerful for me and her vocal and physical responses just stoked that feeling to a higher level.
As we played, the smell of her sex was powerful in the air but far from unpleasant. Even days later after showering and hand washing I would still catch her feminine scent on my finger tips and revel in the memory.
After a particularly strong climax she said in between breaths and kisses, “I think it’s time for me to meet Mr. Fred”. I helped her loosen my pants and pull down my shorts. My 5 inch cut, girthy cock was as hard as marble, the head fully engorged and red, thumping with beat of my pulse and slick with precum. She gasped as it flipped up, freed from the elastic of my shorts and whispered, “Oh damn that’s hot.” A couple of tentative licks of the tip, a few pleasant hums of approval about the taste and then boom, she had me in to the root aggressively and her tongue lapped at my sack.
Parking break, oh shit handle over the window, the steering wheel, the back of her neck, her round, plump ass, her tits- my hands were everywhere looking for some place to grab onto for purchase, desperately searching to find something to hold onto that would give me some sort feeling of control over the pleasure storm that was flooding my body relentlessly.
She came up for air only once, “Just tell me when you’re going to come”, and back to work she went. Her mouth performing miracles as her hands explored my balls and taint, it felt for a second like she might slide a finger my ass which no one had ever done to me, but she stopped teasingly short of that.
And then, all too soon, it started. The tell tale pleasure swell on the horizon that rapidly built into a wave full of potential energy about to crash on the shore. “I’m going to shoot,” I hissed and she kept right on with what she was doing, her pace lovingly and antagonistically perfect. I cried out loudly in ecstasy as I peaked, held it for a spectacularly divine moment of perfection and then the weeks of built up fluids and tension released in a giant fortissimo of pleasure into her willing mouth.
As things subsided, I relaxed in amazement at what she had done to me. I slowly returned to earth from wherever she had taken me, and she popped her head up with a sly, satisfied smirk, she opened her mouth, showed me my seed on her tongue and then swallowed the whole load. She smiled and said, “Your cum is delicious, and You better tell that soon to be ex of yours that oh by the way she’s now the second best you’ve ever had.”
As things turned out, this experience unfortunately was a one off with no repeat. Cheryl became interested in another guy in our group and after things indeed ended with my girlfriend over Christmas, I eventually found someone else too, just as curious and enthusiastic as Cheryl, but much less experienced.
Cheryl and I would still platonically flirt, and occasionally talk about our hook up when we were out of earshot of anyone else, but nothing even close to that memorable night ever happened again.
Well…
Not with her anyway, but that roommate of hers that I mentioned earlier? That is another story…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ub350v/college_memory_mf