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College parties are always fun, am I right?
There’s an outdoors area on my college campus that hosts parties promoted by any of the multiple student groups pretty much every other week. Each group is usually associated with a specific major.
Near the end of my second semester in college, my major’s student group organized one such event. Parties usually started right after classes (around 6PM) and ended whenever people decide to leave. There’s always background music, a large barbeque, lots of beer, and a plethora of other drinks people can pay for.
I came to the party wearing a flowery, loose strap dress, that reached down to the middle of my thighs. It wasn’t anything flirty or provocative, I had worn it for classes just before that. It had a wide neckline, but not deep. There was no cleavage in sight, my breasts were hinted at rather than shown in any way. The days were already hot by then, and I had the “cute but fresh” look rather than the “dressed to kill” one.
The sun went, the moon came, and after a few hours at the party everyone was already moderately into their cups. That included me and this other guy, let’s name him G.
G and I had been kinda-talking-kinda-flirting for the past few weeks. Neither of the two had really invested a lot of emotional energy into it, but we texted often. I’d call it the lazy flirt. Though we were from the same year and major, we had different groups of friends, so we didn’t interact all that much face-to-face aside from the occasional college-related-talk. We mainly texted.
“So, are you finally inviting me for a drink?” he approached me for the first time that night, even though we had been exchanging glances and the occasional ‘I see you’ head nods throughout the party. That was the line he kept tossing at me during our texts. Dutifully, I had always pushed back on it. I had never said yes, but I had never said no either. Usually, I always made a comically overblown excuse not to invite him for drinks so we could both laugh about it. It meant “not yet”, rather than “no”. By then, I hadn’t been able to decipher if I liked him, even though I was decidedly *into* him. Do you know what I mean? In my mind, he was in the ‘I’d not hug you, but I’d bang you’ zone. (Spoiler, we ended up becoming great friends)
I looked at him, and those conflicting feelings erupted in me. His smug smile made me want to say both yes and no at the same time. Truth was, I needed a refill, and he looked good on a white shirt, so nodded. A yes, at last.
G was a large guy, tall and on the heavier side. He had a handsome face, with a nice smile and an ever-present playfulness in his eyes. More than anything about his looks, he exuded confidence, and naturally took up space whenever he went – not in a demanding, loud, or inconvenient way. Looking back at it now, he just naturally drew people in, and made people laugh without trying. It was hard to make him flinch. He always had an answer ready. His smugness came as a flavor he added in his flirts.
We both grabbed new beers and found somewhere to sit. He sat first, and I sat closer than a platonic friend would. The game was on, but none of us rushed into it.
I wish I could remember the details of the following couple of hours. They were the most time we had spent together up until that point, and while the undertone was flirty, I remember laughing so much my stomach hurt. A lot of the humor and banter revolved around one of the excuses I had given him in the past for not inviting him, as I had said I had a wrestling match I needed to prepare for. I had made a whole stupid story up about how I was tag teaming with John Cena and all that jazz. Aided by a few more beers, we both worked our way into getting quite comfortable with each other, conversationally and physically.
At some point, I was sitting sideways on the bench, with my legs draped over his thighs, and he had one hand on my shin. Next to us was a considerable pile of cups, all of them empty. I was eyeing him as he finished his beer. When he was done, he looked back, and in the most natural way imaginable, stated:
“You’re really into me.”
I rolled my eyes. *Smug*. Still, I couldn’t fight the smile off my face. The signs were all there, we’d both have to be blind not to see them.
“And if I am?”
“Do you also have an excuse not to kiss me? Who are you fighting tonight?” he was about to press on the joke when I decided enough was enough, and I pulled myself forward until I was sitting sideways on his lap. I kissed him.
We made out for an absurd amount of time. We probably spent full five minutes diving into each other’s mouths without stopping to talk, smile, drink, or look around. It was a long, slow kiss. He kept feeling me up discretely, having the presence of mind not to sneak his hands under my dress as there were quite a few people around. Meanwhile, I kept playing with the hair on the back of his head. I could feel him as hard as a rock, pressed against my thigh.
Eventually we broke the kiss. “Should we find someplace else?” he whispered the question as he leaned to place a kiss on the side of my neck. The shiver it sent down my spine almost made me ask to be fucked right there. I realized I was squeezing my thighs together, something I tend to do when I’m horny and can’t have it.
“Yes, please.” I was about to get up and guide him when I remembered his raging boner. “Can I get up?”
He chuckled “Yeah, whatever. I’ll tell them it’s your fault.”
I wasn’t ready to take him back home. There was no subway at that time of the night, and the walk back would be too long. Besides, who doesn’t like risky sex?
I got up and led the way. My legs felt slightly wobbly for the first few steps – the consequence of finally getting up after heavy drinking – but I made it through the crowd and into the closest building. The ground level usually had a lot of activity as everyone from the party used its bathrooms, so we descended two sets of stairs to the floor -2. We turned off the lights behind us as we descended. Only the lights on our floor were on. As we were by the stairs, we could know ahead of time if someone, for some reason, was descending before we saw or heard them, because the change in light would come first.
I sat G on the stairs and reassumed my position on his lap, this time straddling him. There was nothing slow about the kiss that followed. His hands, no longer constrained by the rules of decency, soon made my dress ride high, and before I knew it, he was taking it off me and putting it aside. In hindsight, it was a dumb move.
I repaid the favor by undoing the buttons on his shirt and tossing it open. My fingers were clumsy from the drinking, but his weren’t, and during that process I lost my bra as well. We had kicked into high gear. My hands kept moving and soon I had dragged both his shorts and boxers down to his feet, and his cock was ready for my attention. I got up from his lap momentarily and slid my panties off. *Might as well*.
As I sat back, we got back into kissing. I was grinding my pussy against his shaft, and I remember being distinctly aware that if I made the mistake of having him slip inside me, I wouldn’t have the willpower to stop. He must have been thinking the same thing.
“Ugh, I don’t have a condom” there was some reluctant acceptance on his voice.
“I do.” Without leaving my seat, I leaned to the side and fished a condom out of my purse.
“Do all wrestlers carry condoms around? Is that part of a kit?”
I chuckled but smacked him on the chest. “Shut up, don’t make me laugh now” I was already fumbling with the wrapper, and soon I was unrolling the condom down his cock. I positioned myself over him, and my descent was made all the sweeter by having him kissing, sucking and licking any skin he could find in between my breasts and my neck. I only pushed him off when I was sitting with his balls pressed against me.
Now I must give him credit. Taking me by surprise, this guy placed both hands on my ass, and in one swift motion he stood up, lifting me while remaining inside me. As if we hadn’t been drinking like fools for the past couple of hours.
And God, did he put in the work. He held me up in the air as if I was a doll and went to town. Screw discretion. The sound of his body clapping on mind was echoing up the stairs. I hid my face on his neck and heard him grunt as I tried to bite my moans.
“This.. is… crazy…” I was trying to whisper, but he was pounding the words out of me “Someone… will… hear… us…”
Either no one did, or no one bothered to come checking.
After he had successfully turned my drunk brain into pudding, ignoring any of my (admittedly half-hearted) pleas for silence, he finally sat back down on the stairs. He was panting, and sweating. So was I, and it was still dawning on me that he had just done that, still with his shorts wrapped around his feet. Standing on one of the fucking steps.
As he took a breather, I took over. Silent as a spy, I rocked my hips, placing my hands on his chest for support.
“You’re really fucking hot” he said, as loud as if we were still back at the party talking normally, with a half-smile. He was terrible at being discrete.
“I know.” I whispered
“I’m really glad I invited myself over to drinks.” Again. Loud.
“Me too. Shut up.” I admonished him but I could not hide the amusement. I picked up the pace, hoping that would help him lose his words.
It worked, temporarily. He leaned forward and explored my neck, biting it with varying degrees of intensity. That also worked. It worked wonders even. As soon as he knew how much I liked it, he doubled down on it. Now I was struggling to stay quiet as shiver after shiver kept running down my spine. My skin erupted in goosebumps on whichever side he bit. I answered in the only way I could, by fucking him so hard that his brain melted as much as mine. My hips were moving as fast as they could, and often he’d hold me in place, stopping me from forcing him past the point of no return.
“Can I cum in your mouth?”
*YES YOU CAN*. “Hmhm” I kept rocking my hips, side-eyeing him with a smile until he pushed me off.
We made it down the stairs and I crouched in front of him, sideways to the stairs.
“I won’t last long.”
“I don’t care.”
I truly didn’t. In fact, I was merciless from the get-go. I took the rubber off him and before he could even grab my hair, I was already moving both hand and head in sync. Now listed, I believe blowjobs are the best thing ever, and I love drawing a blowjob out. But not that night. I didn’t escalate things. I didn’t tease. I sucked him and stroked him as if my life depended on it. My senses were flooded by his moans, his smell, his taste. Everything else seemed distant, and the alcohol surely helped with that. I wanted to drag an orgasm out of him. *And I want it now*.
It didn’t take long. Soon he was holding my hair and letting his own head fall back. I readied myself for what was to come. He was about to burst.
“God damn Luna, what a Finisher”
I lost it.
I don’t know what happened on the following seconds exactly. I burst my ass off laughing, with his cock still halfway down my throat. I coughed. And he exploded. And I couldn’t make sense of anything. I gagged on his cum, having lost control of the situation. He couldn’t even laugh, as the orgasm washed over his body, but I was panicking, and as I withdrew, he kept squirting load after load on my face.
*Motherfucker*.
His nonchalant comment, on the verge of his orgasm, will never sound as funny when written or read (especially if you’re sober). But God damn it, did I lose it back then. I couldn’t even feel mad (only a little), even though I ended up with half his cum in my mouth and half on my face.
He was breathing deeply as he looked down at me, his casual playful look mixed with dark lust. “I should help you clean up before you kill me, right?” he smiled.
He did. College parties became an event I went to knowing I’d likely end up in a wrestling match with him. I won’t even tell you about the puns he threw the first time we fucked raw.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wad6mz/i_f_snuck_around_and_banged_a_guy_at_a_college