Dorm room sleepover goes exactly how you’d expect [MF]

Freshman year of college. My girlfriend was a year younger and a senior in high school. Different things work for different people, but I would not recommend going to college with a long distance relationship. Not an excuse by any means, just a piece of advice with the benefit of hindsight.

I lived in the dorms and a friend of mine from high school, R, lived a few floors up in a triple room. If dorm life with one roommate makes it tough to get some privacy, a triple makes it impossible.

On this particular Saturday night, R’s roommates both had their boyfriends in town while my roommate was back home for the weekend. Being the gentleman that I am, I said she could sleep on our futon rather than fifth-wheeling it.

A bit of back story: Me, 5’11”, dark hair, dark eyes, 170 lbs, athletic, but skinny at this point. R was 5’6″ , light brown hair and cute, if not a little nerdy. She had an athletic build with average size tits and wide hips with a decent ass. We’d always been a little flirty, but she was friends with my girlfriend and she had just recently taken a break with one of my good friends, who she’d dated for several years.

Being a Saturday night in college, we found some party to go to and got properly trashed. Not throwing up in the bushes plastered, but that perfect drunk where everything feels good in the moment and you’re not going to die later.

We stumbled back to the dorm and brushed our teeth and got ready for bed. I had a lofted bed and R was on the pulled out futon. I’d actually made it up properly with sheets and a blanket, but the fitted sheet kept popping off one side, so after I’d climbed up, she asked me to come down and fix it.

The room was dark, but with enough light filtering in through the blinds to see fairly easily once your eyes adjusted. R was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt and I was in shorts, but had ditched my shirt and didn’t have on boxers. As I pulled the sheet back into place, I could see that R was eyeing me from just a foot away. She had her head on the edge of the bed and a happy, dreamy drunk smile as I reached over her.

“Are you going to tuck me in?” R asked, giggling as she kicked her blankets down.

I laughed and knelt down next to her, tucking the blanket under her sides and making a show of it. She wrapped her arms around me for a hug that lasted just a bit longer than a friendly hug should have.

Trying to keep my head, I stood up and ask I was about to get back into bed, she said she had a secret to tell me, but she had to whisper it. R was feeling her alcohol and so was I, so I played along and knelt back down by her head. She said I had to get closer, so I brought my face close to hers and for a second, we were just an inch apart before she opened her mouth and kissed me. In an instant, years of sexual tension began to unravel. Her kiss quickly went from passionate and sweet to hungry and sexual. She started rubbing her hands across my chest and I did the same, brushing her hard nipples under her t-shirt.

“We really shouldn’t do this,” she moaned.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” was the best I could come up with in response. (I was thinking with my head at this point, but not the one with my brain in it so forgive the lack of originality.)

I went to stand up so I could get on the futon, but as I did, R snagged my shorts and pulled them down. My cock sprang out and hit her in the face, eliciting a giggle. She laid her head over the side of the futon and opened her mouth, looking up at me. I edged my cock into her mouth and R began to swirl her tongue around the head, licking off the precum like it was her last meal.

I pulled her shirt up and began to play with her tits, tweaking and pinching her nipples causing her to moan on my cock. (Ladies, moaning during a blow job is basically a cheat code. We’re very, very easy to please.) R has slipped one hand down her shorts and was rubbing her clit as she twisted the other hand around the base of my cock.

I was in heaven. A friend I’d dreamed of fucking for years was laying half naked in front of me, masturbating while she attempted to suck my soul out through my dick. As previously noted though, I was fairly intoxicated so nothing short of the world’s greatest head was going to get me off. R apparently sense that as well. She sat up, pulled off her shirt, kicked off her shorts and spun around so her pussy was just inches away from my cock. She had a trimmed bush and was visibly wet.

I slipped on a condom and grabbed her ass, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I was kneeling on the floor and we lined up perfectly. She let her legs fall open and I rubbed my cock along her slit. Slowly, I began to push in and holy fucking shit, R was tight. I’m not huge by any means, but it took me a minute to get half my length in with slow thrusts. R bit her lip and watched as I worked myself in until I was steadily thrusting.

R laid back and began to grip the sheets. “Fuck, fuck, fuck me”, was all I heard and I did just that. I gradually picked up the pace until it became difficult to fuck her any harder without my knees slipping on the carpet. I stood up, pushed her father back on the futon and climbed on top of her, pushing her legs up to my shoulders and basically folding R in half. In one fluid motion, I leaned in for a kiss and sunk my cock all the way into her waiting pussy.

“Oh my god,” she said as her eyes rolled back. “That’s the deepest I’ve ever gone.”

I picked up my pace and began to fuck R has hard as I could. Her moans turned to whimpers and she began to claw at my back. After about 2-minutes, I felt her pussy clench down in a vice grip and she let out a small yell. This was enough to push me to the edge and I thrusted one more time, exploding into the condom as my friend came around my cock.

After catching our breaths and cleaning up a bit, we fell asleep. In the morning, we discussed what happened and agreed that while it was good, we couldn’t do it again.

Of course, that promise didn’t quite pan out over the years…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x0tq33/dorm_room_sleepover_goes_exactly_how_youd_expect