[FM] Inviting the college student downstairs to watch GoT turns into late night fucking (long)

(seeing the trailer for the new GoT spinoff reminded me some good times from back when the final season was airing. enjoy! sexy time starts with “XXX” if you want to skip ahead)

**Backstory**

In retrospect I should’ve known it was inevitable.

After graduating from college, I stuck around for a few years in my university town. My apartment was rent-controlled and all my roommates moved out, so I had a pretty spacious place to myself. This is one of my stories from that time.

There was a girl, Lisa, who was a few years younger than me in college, and lived in my building, a floor or two below me. Lisa was a short(ish) Asian girls with a slender frame but very nicely sized tits and a *very* cute and cheery smile that she was always flashing at me. We had bumped into each other a few times on campus but never really ran into the same circles. But after she moved into my building, we became friendly—chatting whenever we passed each other in the halls, subtly flirting with each other, but nothing more than that. That is, until one day when I struck up a conversation with her while we were both waiting in the laundry room:

(loosely paraphrased) Me: “I still haven’t seen any of Game of Thrones” (this was the summer before the final season had come out)

Her: “What?? Are you serious?? You have to watch it! It’s the best” (narrator: it wasn’t the best)

Me: “I don’t know, it’s a lot of episodes and a huge commitment (yadda yadda)”

Her: “Tell you what, if you start it, I’ll come over and watch it with you, I’ve been meaning to rewatch it to refresh my memory for the final season”

Me: “Deal.”

And thus began a summer of watching GoT in the evenings with Lisa. When I had nothing to do I would watch an episode here or there, text her about my reactions to plot developments (while she laughed at me), and once or twice a week I’d shoot her a text to come over after dinner and we’d watch an episode (or two or three) while I poured us some whiskey or other hard liquor.

Over time, we got really comfortable with each other. Besides talking about TV, we’d drink and chat about whatever was on our minds—graduation and job-hunting for her, adjusting to working life for me. And of course, with all that alcohol in us, we got real comfortable with each other real quick. Lisa would come over in a tshirt and boyshorts and we would cozy up with each other with a blanket.

It started small and built up bit by bit. The sexual tension didn’t explode overnight. I found excuses to touch Lisa—at first just on the arm or something innocuous like that. Lisa would get tipsy and lean her head on my shoulder or chest. But eventually I was rubbing her thighs and feeling her get hot and squirm. Lisa’s heart would beat out of her chest as she held onto my arm during intense scenes… basically we both had the hots for her each other but both of us were playing it way too safe. But I guess we figured we still had quite a few more seasons to get through so we didn’t feel a huge rush.

I don’t remember exactly what triggered the first time we made out. I think it was after we had finished an episode and she was deciding whether to stay for another or whether to head home and we had both had a few drinks. I was trying to find an excuse to get her to stay and she was looking at me with the hungriest eyes after we had just spent an hour finding excuses to keep our hands on each other. I figured, fuck it, I’d go for it, so I pulled her in and start kissing her.

She completely melt into my arms and started kissing me right back, you could feel all the built-up the tension melt away and the floodgates open. It felt so good to taste her finally and know she was as hot for me as I had been for her these past few weeks.

Making out passionately with all the pent-up horniness had me wanting more and I started feeling Lisa up all over her body, leading to some very sexy and satisfying moans in between all our tongue tangling. I played with her soft tits under her t-shirt and felt her nipples stiffen at my touch.

Unfortunately just as things were getting really hot and heavy, she pulled back, all embarrassed and shy. She got up and mumbled some kind of excuse and left in a hurry. I was too stunned and surprised to say much.

Things were awkward for a bit, but eventually we started texting again and we both kind of pretended nothing happened. Eventually I brought the idea of her coming over again to watch another episode, and after some hesitation, she eventually agreed.

This story is already getting pretty long (longer than I thought it would be), so I won’t bore you with all the build up (the details are a bit hazy to me anyways). I just remember she came over in short shorts and a baggy tee and we poured a few drinks, caught up, and settled in pretty quickly to watch GoT. It wasn’t until after the episode was over that the tension (and alcohol maybe) finally hit. I remember not wanting to make a move, remembering how uncomfortable she had left last time, but thankfully she gave me a pretty clear opening.

**XXX**

“I could totally make out again with you right now” she told me, clearly taking advantage of some liquid courage. That was all the signal I needed, and I pulled her in to pick up where we had left off last time she was at my place. Lisa kissed me with even more pent-up passion than the last time, if such a thing were possible, her soft lips furiously pressed against mine, and her tongue hungrily tangled with my own.

Even though I told myself I would take it slow this time, I couldn’t hold myself back for very long. My cock was bulging and straining against my sweatpants and I could feel Lisa grinding herself on me as we made out. My hands quickly made themselves underneath her baggy shirt (which she had obviously worn to give me easy access) and started playing with her incredibly soft and round tits. My cock throbbed as I heard her moan in my ear while I played with her.

“Oh god, fuck me already… please.”

How could I resist something like that? I flipped her onto her backside on the couch and slipped my hands into her shorts to feel how wet she had become. I didn’t need to, because she had already soaked through her shorts (no panties, yup go figure) but I couldn’t resist the temptation of playing with her pussy and teasing her clit just to get her worked up even more.

She responded in kind by pulling down my shorts, letting out a little gasp in the process, and stroking my now fully hard cock.

“Oh fuck… fuck me. Just fuck me now”

I was also at my limit. So I slipped off her shorts and spread her legs and fucked her right there on the couch. Lisa was incredibly wet and let out the loudest moan as I slowly slid into her. Within a couple strokes, I was balls deep in her incredibly tight pussy and I started to move.

The rest was a blur. I pounded her on the couch, I bent her over the coffee table, and I had her bounce up and down on my cock while we sat on the lounge chair. We had been pent up for so long and had been fantasizing so long, we made it a point to fuck all over the living room, until I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I pulled out and shot a huge load all over her stomach, coating her with shot after shot of cum before collapsing on the couch next to her.

**Epilogue (and some more fun stories)**

We couldn’t help but smile and laugh now that all the tension had been cut and we had finally *finally* fucked. We made out some more, cleaned up, and got messy (again). She saw I was still half-hard and a little bit of cum leaking out and hinted that she never got the chance to suck on my cock so she got on her knees and sucked me clean with my cock between her pretty little lips. Of course, I got rock hard (she knew what she was doing) and I had no choice but to take her into the bedroom and pound her all over again, this time properly, on my bed. Sadly, I didn’t (couldn’t) cum and she got really sore so we laughed it off, said we would have to finish this later and I sent her home.

She texted me the next morning she was so sore she could barely get out of bed. I think she skipped her classes for the rest of the day.

After that well… Lisa and I fucked, *a lot* for the next few months. I kept watching GoT and she kept coming over night after night. Admittedly, we did more fucking than watching (but hey, the later seasons were pretty bad anyways). Some highlights:

* Lisa actually *loved* to give head (or at least she liked making me feel good). She later admitted she had fantasized about sucking my cock pretty early on but was too shy to allow anything to happen (which was the same reason she ran out of me the first time). Now that she was comfortable with me, though, she was more than happy to blow me at every opportunity. More than once, she would start to lazily slurp on my cock while we were watching TV (especially when there was a sex scene), making me wait until the end of the episode before I could pin her down and fuck her brains out.
* After GoT ended (we watched all of the final season together and were equally disappointed) we found other excuses to fuck: Stranger Things, True Detective, Westworld… you get the idea. We both liked TV and we both liked sex (and Lisa was a student so she naturally wanted to use my Netflix subscription) so it worked out. The reality was that we didn’t really need the excuse though and she would come over just as often simply to fuck. She had all the horniness and energy of a college student and wasn’t shy about texting me whenever she felt the inclination.
* One especially memorable weekend was after she finished midterms (or maybe it was finals) and wanted to blow off steam. We decided to marathon all the James Bond movies and order in all weekend. She was naked from the moment she entered my apartment and we spent the next few days fucking, sucking , cumming over every inch of my apartment, watching movies, and getting DoorDash. I was so exhausted by the end of it I had to take Monday off to recover.
* Although Lisa was very sexual and had a high sex drive, she hadn’t had a *ton* of sexual experience prior to us hooking up, so I got to explore a lot of her sexuality with her. She already knew she liked (and was good at!) giving blowjobs, but she didn’t really know how much she loved rough, dominant sex until I introduced her to spanking, hair-pulling, blindfolds, and even some light bondage. We never got too intense, but I did *kind of* get off on the idea that I was slowly corrupting this younger, innocent girl.
* It did eventually. We kept avoiding the “what are we?” discussion because Lisa was going to graduate at the end of the year and wasn’t sure what she was going to do and where she was going to end up. We got along well and the sex was obviously great, but I also wasn’t sure I wanted to commit to a serious relationship with her either. After graduation she moved away. I was happy for her and I think her decision to leave kind of ended things. We didn’t really do a goodbye fuck either, I think we just kind of acknowledged that things weren’t going to work out so we just let it fizzle out. We tried to stay in touch casually but as always, we just kind of fell out of touch more or less.

Hope you enjoyed reading! This ended up being *way* longer than I thought it would be, but as usual, once I start writing, the memories kind of start flooding back and I end up adding more than planned. Let me know what you liked or didn’t like via DM or comment. It’s cool to know if people enjoy my stories or not.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/whj2mv/fm_inviting_the_college_student_downstairs_to