The Freshman Experience [MF]

A group of my old college friends are planning a reunion and old stories started coming up. I was reminded of this very long and strange night and thought the story best belonged here. It takes a while to get to the bedroom, but the weirdness and roundabout way that it all happened was interesting enough in it’s own right.

The most bizarre and wild night of my freshman year at college was actually one of the first. I had only been on
campus for about 2 or 3 weeks and was involved in the “Freshman Experience” program in which the
freshmen (men and women alike) were allowed onto campus a few weeks early to get better acclimated
with their new surroundings. There were plenty of teambuilding events planned, social gatherings,
icebreakers, and other goofy stuff during the day. But when night rolled around it was a free for all on a
campus filled with thousands of horny, hormone riddled teenagers running high on freedom, bad
decisions, and a low alcohol tolerance.

While the whole Freshman Experience – or FX as we called it – was kind of a joke, I met some of my best
friends because of it. One of those friends was Jesse. Jesse was a
good looking guy from a small town a few hours away from our university. He was of average height, with a muscular build, He was very personable, charismatic, and a great guy to be around. However, the dude was balding by the time he was in high school so he took to shaving his head. Because of his shaved head, hand to god, he looked like a young Johnny Sinz. To this day, he is mistaken for Johnny Sinz when he goes out to bars on a regular basis.

During the first few weeks of the FX program there was a party going on every night. It was still
technically the summer, but the fraternities and sororities were still in town, and everyone at this party school loved to
get wasted. Because of this there were no issues finding a place to have a great time.

On this particular evening, one of the local fraternities was having a kegger and had an open door to any
and all who were willing to pay. Of course they used this time to try and coerce some of us young and
impressionable males to join them in their brotherhood, as well as try and get laid themselves.

We arrived at the party with nearly 15 people, a hodgepodge of men and women from all up and down the east coast, myself and Jesse included. The fraternity of course welcomed us in with open
arms once they saw we all had money (And women were in our large group of attendees). The fraternity house in question was gorgeous. It had apparently
been a Sorority house in years past and was considered the mansion of the Greek life on the campus. It was
three stories tall and during this party each floor had their own function. The main floor was reserved
for dancing and corroborating with kegs in each corner. The basement was filled with even more kegs,
with wall to wall makeshift beer-pong tables for drinking games. The third floor was
reserved for those who were a part of the fraternity and where they all slept.

That night, like most weekend nights at at this university, was a drunken stupor of a great time. We danced, we drank, we
played Beer Pong, we played Circle of death, we talked to some girls, we partied our asses
off. As the night wore on, our group of 15 dropped to 10, then to 7, then to 4, and then without us even
realizing it, eventually down to just Jesse and I. It was a little after 1am at this point and we were good and
hammered. When we finally realized we were the last men standing we decided to walk home. Our
dorm was a little over a mile away from the fraternity house, and a pleasant walk on a gorgeous August
evening.

Jesse and I reminisced about the night that was, filling in any blanks the other might have missed laughing the whole way back. When we were a
few blocks away from the dorm, we saw a group of three attractive women, a blonde with two brunettes. They looked to be heading toward the dorms as well. In the state of intoxication I was currently in, I had no
issues conversing with strangers, let alone pretty ones. Sober me was, and still is to this day, cripplingly shy when meeting new people. Lucky for me I was drunk. We introduced ourselves to them, and them to us,
and we continued our walk as a drunken blob back to the dorms, laughing and getting to know each
other along the way. As we all talked, we mentioned what dorm we lived in, and the pack squealed with delight.
Apparently, they lived in the same dorm as us. This is when the blonde of the group, Monica, threw
down a question: “Since we’re all going to the same place, do you guys want to come up to my room to play 1,000
sex games?”

Jesse and I turned to each other, wide eyed and in shock, mouths smiling and agape at the same time. We looked back at Monica, and in unison shouted out “SURE!” Monica laughed and lead the way up to her room with Jesse and I high fiving each
other in celebratory silence as we followed.

We arrived at the dorm around 1:45 or so with the impending visiting hours coming to a close. The
floors of our dorm were separated by gender (Men on 1 and 4, women on 2 and 3), and the opposite sex
was not allowed on either’s floor after the time of 2 am. If caught, you would be written up and made to
write an essay about the evils of sex or some stupid shit like that. It was a pretty dumb rule and my
night was not about to end due to some arbitrary curfew. One of the brunettes retired to her own room, leaving
Monica, and who I assumed to be her roommate, alone with me and Jesse. I was sitting next to Monica,
and it became quite apparent quickly that she had no interest in me whatsoever. Her eyes were firmly
affixed to Jesse. Jesse had played football in high school and you could tell; the dude was ripped. I on the
other hand, was a scrawny kid who had just hit puberty a year earlier: gangly, gawky, and very pale.
While I am by no means ugly (“cute” is the word I heard most often thrown my way), Jesse definitely had the upper hand in the looks department even with his head as bald as a baby’s ass. I looked towards the brunette who was falling asleep on the other bed across the room. Rather than be a scumbag to a girl falling asleep, I too feigned sleepiness and excused myself from the room knowing full well what was about to transpire for my friend. As I exited their room at 2:01, I saw Monica literally
pounce on Jesse as I closed the door behind me. I smiled knowing that even if I wasn’t about to have any fun myself, my friend was going to have a fun night. Good for him.

I quietly walked down the hall towards the stairwell, making sure I made very little noise in case an RA was
patrolling the halls. When I turned the corner, I saw what looked like a small pile of laundry in the middle of the floor near the stairwell’s doorway. As I walked closer, I realized that the pile was actually a girl with auburn hair hunched over
talking on her phone with her back to me. By the time I reached her, the situation had become quite clear: she was drunk, and she was upset. Trying to process the situation in my drunken haze, I calmly expressed my concern. “Heyyyy, are you alright?”

The girl turned around. She had big bright blue eyes and full, pouty lips. She was wearing an oversized T-
shirt and a pair of cheerleading shorts. Her bright blue eyes had been crying and her lips were quivering.
She was cute, very very cute actually. Definitely a girl I would avoid talking to when sober due to my awkward
nature. She looked up at me from the ground and said “I’m talking to the man that I love…
But you’re cute too”.

Having just recently been passed over by Monica in favor of the muscle toned Jesse not even 5 minutes
earlier; this was a big ego/confidence boost for me. Hearing those words from a girl as attractive as
her instantly did numbers for my self-esteem. It didn’t matter that she was drunk, she thought I was
cute! I chuckled, even in my current confidence boosted state, my bashfulness around women
snuck through. “Ha ha, thank you! I really appreciate it, but is everything okay?” I asked again.

“Yes, I’m fine. Have a good night cute guy!”, and with that, she went back to her phone conversation,
but not before shooting me a beautiful smile with a seductive glint in her eyes.

I reached the conclusion that she had recently had an argument with her boyfriend, but things had been resolved. The smile she shot at me seemed genuine, so I was happy to leave her be and avoid any visitation citation that I might
obtain by being caught on the women’s floor. With my ego now fully intact, I descended down the
staircase to the 1st floor of the dorm in order to catch some sleep and recover from the fun night
that I just experienced.

At least that was my intention…

When I reached my floor, I opened the stairwell door to see a group of my friends standing in the middle
of the hallway just outside my room. I approached them
thinking that I would just say hey and head to bed, but when I got closer I saw how much fun they were
having and decided to join their discussion. They asked me about how the rest of the night went after they left the party and I told them about how Jesse was upstairs with Monica and how he was probably about to get laid. They hooted and hollered in excitement. Unfortunately our noise attracted some unwanted attention as our RA poked his head out of his room and told us to keep it down and go to our rooms. Our little group begrudgingly disbanded to their respective
rooms muttering obscenities about the RA. Before heading to bed I walked around the corner to the bathrooms to take my pre sleep leak and brush my teeth.

After I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom to hear a new, even more boisterous group of young men down the hall from where we had just been standing. I shook my head knowing full well that our RA would be on them soon enough and walked towards my room. I rounded the corner and to my amazement, there, in the middle of the hallway, stood the
pretty, blue eyed, auburn haired crying girl from upstairs. Taken aback, I looked at her puzzled until our eyes met, and a smile
beamed across her face. “What are you doing down here? It’s past curfew, you could get in trouble.” I
said to her with a concerned tone.

“I came looking for you!” She replied, smiling and biting her lip.

Her subtle cue flew over my head as I stood there in stunned silence. I snapped out of my confusion
when I heard the yell of a drunken guy from down the hall and around the corner. Without thinking I ushered the girl into my
room saying “Just come hang out here for a while, you might get written up if our RA catches you.” I
swear that my intentions were pure, I did not want this girl to get in trouble and I did not want to be a
home wrecker by hooking up with her. That wasn’t me and the type of person I was.

It just so happened that I had the room to myself that weekend because my roommate went home to see his parents. I sat the
girl on his open bed, and finally introduced myself. “I just realized I never got your name. Hi, I’m Tim” I said as I plopped onto my own bed.

“I’m Melissa” she said smiling.

I looked at my alarm clock. 2:34 am. “What are you doing down here so late?” I asked again.

“I told you I was looking for you!” She replied

“But why?”

“I don’t know, I got off the phone and I thought you were cute so I wanted to talk to you some more.”

I broke eye contact and grew red in the face. I was starting to get embarrassed around her. I was starting to sober up. It was just as well, I would need a clear head to get this girl out of my room without either of us getting in trouble.
“Well I’m flattered but you said you were on the phone with your boyfriend and I don’t want to get in
between that. You’re more than welcome to hang out here until those guys out there calm down or get
busted.”

We sat and chatted for a bit about this and that, the usual college introductory conversations. What’s your
major? Where are you from? What do you want to do? Yadda yadda yadda. She even told me about
how the guy on the phone was a Marine. At that point I was thrilled I hadn’t made a move. I would
have been murdered by a Marine! Thank god for low self-esteem.

After the small talk was out of the way, I kicked my feet up on my bed and turned on my TV. Before I
could offer to change the channel to something she might like, her phone rang. She answered it and
began talking to the guy she was on the phone with earlier. I did my best to focus on Adult Swim and not
eavesdrop, but still managed to catch bits and pieces of their conversation.

“Hi John…”

“Yeah I’m okay”

“… No no it’s fine”

I turned my attention to the TV and focused on watching Robot Chicken. A few minutes passed of
watching TV and hearing a muttered hush tone in the bed across from me. It was at this time I heard the
following exchange between Melissa and the guy on the phone.

“Oh really?” she said seductively “Would that make you jealous?”

My attention had been seized. I looked over at Melissa and saw her staring at me biting her lip again.
“Uh-oh”, I thought to myself.

“Does it make you jealous that I’m in Tim’s room right now? … No? … What if I told you he was really
cute…”

She stood up from my roommate’s bed and slowly began walking towards me. As she glided across the floor towards me, I noticed that her nipples had started to poke out from under her oversized T-shirt.

“… What if I got into bed with him, hmm? Would that make you jealous?”

She began to crawl into bed with me. At this point my eyes were wide and I couldn’t say anything. I was
utterly confused and in shock. She snuggled up next to me on my tiny single person mattress, shoving
her ass into me as I lay on my back trying to make sense of this entire situation.

“I’m rubbing my ass on him John… does that make you jealous?” And with that sentence, she began to
gyrate her hips, slowly and sensuously grinding on my leg. She started to moan.

“MMM, yeah, I’m grinding on him John. Are you jealous now?” She then reached her hand behind her
ass and began massaging my dick through my shorts. At this point I was absolutely rock hard.
“I’m rubbing his cock right now John… It’s so big and hard… I might just suck it”.

The thought through my head at this point was “Well that’s certainly flattering. I
mean I’m a slightly above average but… Wait a minute what the fuck?” and with
that, cooler heads prevailed as I asked for the phone and began to plead my case for this marine to spare my life.

“Dude, I don’t even know what’s going on right now. I found this girl in the hallway and she was about to
get written up so I said she could hang out in my room.” As I was pleading my case Melissa was rubbing my dick as I
unsuccessfully attempted to remove her hand from my erection. “I would NEVER cheat with a girl, I don’t do that to
people. You have nothing to worry about man. I’m not going to touch your girlfriend.”

Until the day I die, I will forever remember this man’s response.

“She’s not my girlfriend dude.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say she isn’t your girlfriend?”

“Yeah man, I just know her from our hometown. I guess she likes me but nah, we aren’t dating, have fun
tonight man.”

I let out a deep breath and handed the phone back to Melissa. My head was spinning. It was a strange
mixture of confusion, excitement, and horniness. It took me a while to come back to the present, and
when I did so, I noticed that Melissa was still slowly but firmly rubbing me out through my shorts. She was off the phone
now and turned towards me. I hadn’t noticed the phone conversation had ended. Lying on our sides, face to face, she shot me a look that put Nala from The Lion King to shame. She leaned her face in to mine and started to tease me by barely making contact with the lightest kiss and then pulling away immediately, beckoning me with her eyes to chase after her plump, pouty lips. She was in complete control of me at this point. I was under her spell and there was nothing I could do. She was
driving me wild and I was loving every moment of it. I began to lean in to intercept her advances, only to have her retreat the moment our lips brushed against each other. After what seemed like an eternity of her cat and mouse kissing game, I had finally had enough and lunged forward pressing my face into hers, forcing her to
kiss me. Her lips were ridiculously soft and full and every bit as soft as they looked. She kissed me
deeply, and passionately, and bit down ever so slightly on my bottom lip preventing me from pulling myself away from her
mouth’s embrace. I may have been drunk earlier in the night, but that moment was completely intoxicating. The passion each kiss she came at me with was something I had never experienced before.

I reached my hand up to squeeze her breasts, but before I could, she abruptly pulled herself away, sat up and said “I need to go to bed. Thank you for everything”. With that she got up and put her shoes on. I laid in bed flabbergasted and unable to move due to my ridiculously rigid and throbbing erection. The lack of blood flow to my legs prevented me from moving. I was being blue balled. She poked her head out of my dorm room to check to see if the coast was clear, looked back at me, blew me a kiss, and disappeared into the hallway.

What. In the fuck. Just happened?

I waited for the blood to leave my dick so I could actually move again, and when it finally dispersed
properly, I sprang out of bed and walked across the hall, knocking on my neighbor’s door. I had to tell
someone about what just happened. It was too ridiculous, bizarre, and sexy. They shuffled out into the hallway and I frantically detailed what the hell had just transpired in my room minutes before. When I caught them up to speed they laughed with me, and then gave me some good natured ribbing about not having sex with her. This is the moment that Jesse came strolling down the hall with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen in my life. Having already been informed of Jesse’s whereabouts and escapades earlier in the
evening, my neighbors immediately accosted Jesse to hear about his experience. “Did you have sex with her?” I
asked, shooting him a grin.

“No” he replied with a devious smile. “But she does have titty-rings”.

We all erupted with laughter, but quickly ducked into the neighbor’s room to avoid any issues from the
sith lord RA. We each patted Jesse on the back and then I got my chance to tell him my side of story after
I left him alone in that room with Monica. He was as happy for me as I was for him. I looked at the clock.
3:04 AM. I needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was Saturday, and another fine day to drink and party more. I said my goodnights and headed back to my room to get some sleep. I climbed into bed and turned off the light of my dorm room. My head hit the pillow and I closed my eyes with a smile on my face.

Five seconds later there was a frantic knock on my door. Annoyed, I rolled out of bed to
answer and tell whoever it was to fuck off. I turned the lock and threw the door open and on the other
side was a panicked Jesse. “What’s up I thought you were going to bed” I said to him.

“I was but I don’t know where my keys are! Did I have them when we came into the building?”

“Man can’t you just knock on the door and have your roommate let you in?”

“No I can’t he left for the weekend. I’m locked out of my room.”

“Well fuck Jesse, way to go.” I stood there with my palm raised to my forehead and thought while I cringed for him.

I thought back to when we got back from the party. “You did have your keys, I know you did because you were the one who unlocked the door for everyone when we got here” I told him.

“Well where are they?” he asked.

“Did you try Monica’s room yet?”

He looked at me embarrassed. “No…” he said, “I don’t remember where her room was and I don’t want to
go alone…”

“God dammit dude I just want to go to sleep.”

“PLEAAAAAASE? Come on dude, I’ll owe you one…”

“Fine! Christ. Alright, I remember what room it was, I’ll get your damn keys with you.”

I reluctantly grabbed my shoes and my own keys and headed back upstairs to the place of Jesse’s new friend. We
made sure the coast was clear and quietly snuck up the stairs. I tip toed up to Monica’s door with Jesse
in tail, and lightly knocked to get her attention. Monica answered the door with a smile on her face.
“Hey” I said, “I think Jesse left his keys up here. Have you seen them? She smiled at Jesse and extended
her hand. In them were his keys. He reached for the keys but before he could grab them, Monica seized
his arm and pulled him into the room for round two.

“Come on in Jesse!” She said with a devilish smile.

Well Damn, I thought to myself, Jesse might just get laid after all. I began to turn to walk away when a familiar voice called out my name “TIM!” I heard it exclaim. I turned back towards the room to see none other than Melissa staring me down with those bright blue eyes of hers. At this point I had no idea what was going on.

“Where are you going?” she said and pouted those soft plump succulent lips.

“Melissa? What are you doing here? I thought you went to bed.”

“This is my bed. Don’t you want to come in and see it?” and with that, she reached out, grabbed my
hand, and pulled me into the room as well.

I had done literally everything I could to be a good person to the pretty sad girl crying in the hall. I actively tried not to take advantage of her. Little did I know what I was getting myself into.

The girls began to giggle as Jesse and I looked at them, then each other, and then back at them. They
continued to guide us to their respective beds. This was the craziest coincidence I have ever been a part
of. This night’s series of events were no longer coincidence. They were fate. Before I could think any further, Melissa pulled me in and began to make out with me. There was no teasing this time. She was aggressive and she knew what she wanted. Once again I was under her spell and she was in complete control of me.

Melissa fell back onto her bed pulling me on top of her. She slid her legs apart to bring me in closer
to actively feel my dick against her. I was so hard that I could shatter diamonds by this point in the night. I was
incredibly turned on. I was putty in her hands as she pulled me in closer, rolled me onto my back and giggled. She sat on top of me and removed her oversized T-shirt revealing her perfect picturesque pair of milky white, C-cup breasts. Due to the baggy and oversized t-shirt, I did NOT know about the absolutely perfect pair of tits she was hiding from me. It was quite a
pleasant surprise. She then pulled her bed sheet up over herself and came in close to kiss me. She then
shimmied her way underneath the covers, pulling my shorts off along the way. With my view
obstructed, I soon felt my cock embraced by her warm wet mouth. I moaned in ecstasy. I lifted the
covers to find Melissa’s perfect lips wrapped around my fully erect member. Her eyes closed when her lips
wrapped around the tip, and then rolled into the back of her head as her mouth slid down my shaft. She
sucked my dick with such reckless abandon and fervor that I had never experienced in person before. It was like I was
being blown by an actual pornstar, and it was fantastic.

I had only been alive for 18 years and the ecstasy of that BJ made me feel like the rest of my existence was all downhill from there. In that moment I was ready to die, and I would have been completely content. I’ve mentioned how sexy and full her lips were on numerous occasions at this point, and the main reason I keep doing it is because she obviously knew exactly how to use those things to their fullest potential. Staring down at her as her head slowly bobbed up and down she made me feel empowered even though I was powerless since she held complete control over me. She sucked my dick like she worshipped it. With the intensity and enthusiasm she had for sucking my cock, she made me feel like a god.

At one point, I heard a moan in the bed across the room where Jesse and Monica were.
Instinctively, I turned to investigate, but was quickly refocused by a verbal command as Melissa barked at me. “HEY!” She shouted. “Look at me… Look at ME… only me…” she snarled the words and showed her teeth like she was about to bite my dick for not paying enough attention to the show that she was putting on. I listened and did as I was told as she brought my dick away from her teeth and slid it between her lips and began to sensually kiss the tip, almost to apologize for threatening it. For the next 10 minutes, neither one of us broke eye contact as her head slowly bounced up and down.

Eventually she crawled back up the sheets and started to make out
with me again. “Fuck me.” She whispered and moaned into my ear “I want you to fuck me right now.” I could feel her dripping wet pussy on my leg beckoning me to enter her. “I’m on the pill.” she said, “You don’t need a condom.” While
those words were incredibly sexy to hear, clearer heads prevailed and I was able to convince her to
let me put one on. While I had no doubts the experience would be amazing, she was still a stranger, and
possibly crazy based on earlier events of the night. You still need to be safe.

I found my wallet and fumbled with the condom I had stashed away for a few minutes. When I finally
entered her, she squeaked with delight, and I nearly came there and then from the noise I made her produce. She rode me like I was a mechanical bull. Her hips gyrated as she continued to kiss me, preventing herself from being exposed by throwing her covers over us both like a tent as if to keep the entire experience for me and her alone. It was our own private show, no other viewers were allowed. It was incredibly intimate and incredibly hot.

About 30 minutes into it, I remembered that Jesse was still in the room when Monica rose up and sighed in relief. “Good job buddy”, I thought to myself, but I was far from finished.

Hearing Monica sigh I think pushed Melissa over the edge. She rode me increasing her speed until her legs began to shiver, she squealed “I’m coming!” and collapsed into my chest. I could feel her heart beating faster as her sweaty breasts pressed up against me. I had not come yet (Thank you condoms and alcohol) and Melissa bit my ear, then whispered into it that she needed a break. She got out of bed stark naked, and I finally got a decent look at the whole package. It was quite an impressive sight. Her ass was tight and her tummy was flat. She stretched her arms as her bare breasts lightly bounced up and down. She then leaned back over the bed to give me a kiss. “We’ll be right back”, Melissa told Jesse and I as they walked out the door to the bathroom as we laid in the respective beds across the room from each other.

“HOLY SHIT!” I whispered exasperatedly at Jesse.

“DAAWW I KNOW” He replied. I leaned out from the bed and he did as well, as we high fived each other
while butt assed naked in the room alone with each other. “Dude… that was my first time” Jesse said to
me.

With one eyebrow raised I looked at Jesse in confusion. How he had made it to college looking the way
he did without banging anyone was beyond me. I could only muster a “WHAAAAAAAAAAT?” in
response. I was happy I helped him experience it.

Soon enough the girls returned, and wanted to go another round. I really don’t know what happened
with Jesse after this point because I was basically ravaged by Melissa the moment she got back. It was amazing and I didn’t get back to my room until 6 in the morning. In that time, I tried damn near every position that I could think of from
every porn I had ever seen. I was even able to turn the tables on her. I took control while on top of her, and instead of methodically thrusting, I pulled my dick out and rubbed her clit with it. I then began to ever so slowly inch my dick into her wet pussy, and then pull it back out before fully entering her completely. I now held the power as she begged for more “Please, put it in. Slide it all the way in, oh my god I want all of your dick right now.” She moaned.

I just smiled never breaking eye contact shaking my head no. This was the first time I ever teased a girl with my cock. The power was intoxicating. Soon after that I had finally reached my climaxing point. I asked where she wanted me to come, and she told me what every man wants to here “Where ever you want” she said.

“In your mouth” I replied.

I think she took pride in hearing that because her eyes began to sparkle. I slid off of her and onto my back as I removed the condom. She went back down to the bottom of the sheets and proceeded to use her mouth to her fullest capabilities. In seconds, I let loose a massive load deep into her mouth. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t move. She just slurped it down and maintained eye contact the entire time. After she swallowed a load so big it would make the real Johnny Sinz jealous, she cuddled up next to me and rested her head on my chest. I had had sex before college. It was with a friend, it was clumsy, and it was just us trying to get it over with before college. But this was different. This was a whole different level of passion and intimacy.

The confidence that Melissa exuded that night was nothing I had never experienced from any other woman up to that point in my life. She knew her body, she was confident with it, and she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She was like a
cougar trapped in an 18 year old’s body and I was too young and naïve to appreciate it fully at the time.
There were plenty of other things that were said or we did that night while we explored each other for hours, but the entire situation was so incredibly surreal that the other details escape me. I wish like I hell I could completely recollect the entire experience, but it has been far too long to get any other memory of it back.

Before I left, Melissa and I exchanged numbers. I was all too willing to do that again. Unfortunately, I was young, immature, and not good with women while sober. I only hooked
up with her 3 other times, due largely to the fact that I was awkward, and a self-
centered prick. She really liked me, even when I was sober and shy, but I was too much of a goober to
make any commitment to her. While it would have been nice to enjoy that kind of night on the regular, I
was young, stupid, and looking for other women to experience. Hindsight being 20/20, I shouldn’t
have been such a dick and I should have locked that girl down. She was the best lay of my entire
freshman campaign. I was a fool to think I could get something better. I should have appreciated what I
had when I did.

Life went on for the both of us. As far as I know, she is married with a kid and living in Europe. I am
married myself and very much in love with my wife. Every once in a while I remember Melissa
with her long Auburn hair and piercing blue eyes. I remember how thick and pouty her lips were as she
teased me in my bed. I remember the looks she gave me while she was under the sheets blowing me. To this day, I have a fetish of fooling around with my wife on the phone, as well as teasing and controlling my wife’s orgasms. I tie that directly to this night. I remember the confidence she brought to the bedroom and that crazy night we shared together when
we were 18 and each time I do, I get a dumbass smirk across my face.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vh6ehu/the_freshman_experience_mf

3 comments

  1. Fuck, that’s one hell of an experience freshman year! Really a shame you and her didn’t have much of a longer term thing.

    How you resisted a woman wet and ready, begging for you bare with birth control sorted out, is beyond me. Hope you got to feel her without a condom on a subsequent hookup.

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