How I [24M] fucked the unbelievably hot christian horse-girl [F] from down the hall…

Flashback 5 years ago to freshman year of college on move in day.

My 18 year old 6’7” gangly self feels pretty out of place moving in to this decrepit building surrounded by kids half my size.

Mom, dad, and my two younger siblings help me move into an asbestos filled single; it’s one of the happier days of my life in spite of the living arrangements. It’s an uncharacteristically hot day in late August with first year students and families shuffling into dorm buildings — arms laden with televisions, duvets, and sundry items. The whole atmosphere is happy and energetic. Dads casually nodding proud smiles to other dads. Moms making giddy small talk with other equally jubilant moms. And younger siblings not so secretly resenting the fact that they got dragged there in the first place.

But undercutting the innocent buzz of the day’s excitement, is a simmering layer of profound horniness. Sidelong glances toward perspective hookups betray the knowledge that all of us first years share, that is:

In a few short hours our parents will be gone and for the first time in our young lives, we will be free to fuck whoever we want whenever we want.

In the meantime however, we content ourselves to look the part of good kids in our parents’ eyes and continue to mingle/set up our rooms.

My family members take their allotted positions semi-seriously with Dad and I doing the heavy lifting and my younger brothers half-heartedly carrying smaller items. My mom being extremely social and not having anything to do after decorating my room, peels off and is talking to other kids as well as their families. She comes back to my room 20 minutes later with a look in her eyes like she knows something I don’t.

“I met Alexis from down the hall and she’s super nice. You should ask her about her goldfish Nathan sometime,” she says to me.

Confused and not realizing what my mom is getting at, I give a noncommittal *Yeah sure* in response.

It’s only after I’m dripping in sweat after the fourth trip up to my room, that I realize what my mom was trying to say. That’s when I see her casually talking to a girl. She is drop dead gorgeous. Beautiful shoulder length brunette hair, a tight-fitting Finding Nemo shirt, an angel face, seductive pair of green eyes, full lips, and an ass that I’m surprised to this day she was able to fit in her jeans. As I stand with my jaw practically on the floor and box nearly falling out of my hands, my mom saves me from myself by motioning to come over. I wander over to the two of them, uncomfortably aware of the semi beginning to bulge against the front of my shorts.

“Alexis, this is my son Ben I was telling you about!”

Alexis sticks her hand out to me,

“It’s so great to meet you Ben, I’m so excited for this year and to be floor mates with you!” She says.

I’m still stunned and don’t reply for a second. My mom gives me a look that lets me know I should stop gawping and shake her hand. I fumble around and manage to unglue my mouth from being shut,

“It’s great to meet you too Alexis, I really like goldfish, and am really looking forward to this year.” I say.

*Great job shoehorning the goldfish into this man.*

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Painful awkwardness aside, truth be told I don’t think I had ever been this excited before. After exchanging a few more strained bits of dialogue (largely facilitated by my mom) I find out that she is a horse girl and also practicing a Christian on campus. The smile she flashes at me as she leaves to go back to her room blows me away and I’m staring at her ass until she’s completely out of eye sight. When I finally escape my reverie I look up to see my mom giving me a look that says *you can thank me later*.

The rest of the day passes without event but, even as I’m saying goodbye to my family, I can’t get this girl out of my head. Most of the time I’m not into short girls like her (5’3”) being a tall guy (6’7”), but there’s just something about her that is so fucking sexy and magnetic. Her voice is slightly lower than I expected at first glance. It’s like this seductive hum that just seems to infect my waking, and later on, not so waking, thoughts. I just want to hear it saying my name and feel those long fingernails digging into my back.

But as I lay thinking about her in bed that first night, I couldn’t help but remembering what she had told me and its implications. That faith was a big component of her life. The image of the cross around her neck was seared into my mind and I wrote her off in that moment as my forbidden fruit. One that certainly I would never get to taste, but instead lust for from afar.

With that said, it didn’t stop me from jerking off to her that night. I got harder from just imagining her than I did to watching porn, which was definitely a first for me as I always needed something. That night I didn’t need porn. I blew an absolutely massive load.

Afterwards, I settled into a pattern of being flirty and friendly with Alexis but never decided to pursue anything more with her.

Months pass without event until one Friday night that winter. My friends and I were sitting in the common room, something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. What you have to understand about this common room is that it connected multiple dorm buildings and had four large floor-to-ceiling windowed walls that faced the dorms. The one on my left showed our building and not only were Alexis’ window shades up, but she and her boyfriend were egregiously making out in front of them. It was like some sort of fucking outrageous 70s porno where the nerd creeps on the couple as they get it on. I watched her take off her pants and her boyfriend kissed her, in the process slamming her beautiful ass against the window pane. Her ass was in a black thong that left nothing to the imagination. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, I reveled in it. By this time the other guys had caught on and also started to stare. The girls in our group put two and two together and started calling us *perverts* and *disrespectful*. In that moment, I couldn’t care less what they thought. I was in fucking awe. Just as soon as the impromptu show had started, then the pair had dropped down to bed. Just out of sight.I came away from the experience with a severe tongue-lashing, a massive hard-on, and most importantly: valuable intel.

Alexis might be a devout Christian, but she certainly wasn’t an angel. I had misjudged her, something that rarely happens to me, and I intended to rectify my mistake when the opportunity presented itself. I would taste the forbidden fruit.

This took the form of her breaking up with her boyfriend Dylan during our Sophomore Spring. In the intervening year and a half between the window incident and then I had joined a sports’ team on campus, put on a decent amount of muscle, gotten significantly less awkward, and gained a good deal of experience in bed. I felt more ready than I ever had.

I was going to fuck Alexis, and I was going to fuck her well.

As part of a tradition for seniors to allow them to leave no stone unturned, a bunch of computer science kids always set up a website called Final Connections in the spring, which is essentially low-tech tinder. You type in the person’s name and if they also have typed in yours — then you’ll have a match. The website went live May 12th at midnight. I was on there at 11:58PM May 11th ready to type in Alexis’ name, I wasn’t going to take chances on this one. About three days later I check Final Connections after practice. Like a miracle from God in my connections box, I see what I am hoping for: Alexis. I refresh the page about 5 times to make sure it isn’t a glitch and then draft an email over our college’s server. I ask if she wants to meet sometime and for her phone number. Much to my surprise within 10 minutes she replies, *Absolutely! Here’s my number_____*. We’re off to the races. We come up with a plan to meet up the following evening to watch a movie at mine.

That night I get out of practice and race into the showers eager to make it back early for the night ahead. I get back at 6:30, a full thirty minutes before our date and start tidying the place up. Although, truth be told when all you have by way of furniture in the living room is a bean bag and a half-functioning futon, there isn’t much to do. I set up a candle that I pilfer from my roommate, dim the lights, put on some light music, and wait.

I hear a knock. It takes all of my will to not bolt upright from the futon and run to the door. Calmly I walk over and open the door.

The thing is I know what to expect, but still I am blown away by this vision before me. She has cut her hair shorter than I remember, her face is just as pouty and beautiful as before, her shirt is one of those long sleeves that taper and go all the way to the crotch, and her jeans fit her better than ever. In short it’s really hard to maintain eye contact.

“Hey you look amazing, thanks for coming over!” I say as if I hadn’t practiced beforehand.

“No problem, I’m glad we’re finally doing this it’s been awhile,” she replies.

Alexis it really has. She comes inside and we both lay on the bean bag. I put my arm around her and we make idle small talk as we pretend to actually care about which movie we put on. God I forgot how sexy her voice sounds. She smells better than I could have imagined too with her head nestled under mine. Like sandalwood and lilacs. About ten minutes into the new awful iteration of Jurassic Park, we both get quiet as I start feeling her ass under her jeans.

There’s no fucking way. This shirt hooks all the way under her and buttons at the crotch. I want to see this for myself. I’m unbelievably turned on at this point. I can’t help myself, I start at the button on her jeans. Whoever designed them should get a fucking medal because the stress they’re under because of her ass must be phenomenal. Finally I manage to undo the button with one hand and get the zipper. My heart is pounding in my throat, and I’m fucking rock hard. I can’t take it anymore. I see her looking longingly into my eyes. I put my hand on her face. I love how small it is in my hand. It just feels right holding it. I pull hers closer to mine and kiss her savoring how nice her lips feel on mine. We get to know how the other likes to be kissed. Playful bites on the lips and tongues that meet and dance. I love cracking the code.

I move to the neck and kiss her collarbone. It’s then she lets out a moan that I’ve been waiting to hear for close to two years now. It’s even better than I could have imagined it. It’s the high to the low of her normal voice. It’s fucking perfect.

I stop and whisper in her ear, “God I’ve wanted to do this for so long Alexis.”

“Me too,” she moans slightly and teases, “it’s a lot better than the view from the common room, huh?”

“It definitely is, how do you know about that though?” Not wanting to be seen as taken off-guard but also slightly rattled I say.

“I saw you of course, I liked knowing you were watching,” Alexis nonchalantly replies.

“Wait really?” I’m even more rattled now.

“No you idiot, Emily told me afterwards haha. If anyone saw me I’m glad it was you though.” She laughs and holds my face in her hand.

At that I can’t fucking take it anymore and I flip her on her back and take off my shirt. I really fucking need her. I need to be inside of her. I start taking off her pants, which I nearly tear off in the process and see the shirt button over her thong. At first I just want to soak in the scene. I can tell she’s getting off to how much I’m enjoying this. Good I like that. Delicately I undo the snap button and it comes away with a satisfying *pop*. She’s wearing the same black thong she wore that night in the common room. I can’t believe it. I take that off too, savoring the way it catches on her perfect hips and ass as I slide it off. Her pussy is phenomenal, red and pink with a little attitude just like her. She takes her shirt off and she has these perky b-cups with cute bright pink areola which I immediately suck on.

She moans again and I rub her pussy. She’s already soaking wet. I kiss her hips, thighs, the inside of her legs, dancing around her perfect mound with my mouth until she can’t take it anymore. She tastes just like she smells, I can’t get enough of it. She is simply intoxicating. Her moans reach a crescendo. I look up to see her back arched and her head tossed back, hair falling messily over the right side of her face. I hastily fumble to remove my pants and underwear. I get on top of her and put her legs on my shoulders, God she is so petite. I stare into the pools of her green eyes and become lost in them. I do what I’ve wanted to do for two years. I taste the forbidden fruit. I put myself inside of her and her face melts with ecstasy. I make the moment last. Then I start fucking her like I know she likes her kissing, rough and with passion. I feel her ass jiggle against my strokes. My balls slapping against her warm wet pussy. I hear it. I hear my name come out of her mouth.

*Ben!*

It’s even better than I could have ever imagined. Each time is sweeter than the last. I lean over and feel her legs wrap around me, finger nails digging into my back. So far beyond expectations.

I pick her up and tell her to go on all fours on the futon. The height difference is not in my favor, but I make it work — I will do anything to see her ass bouncing against my cock. One foot on the futon and knee on the rough carpet I slide back in. There is no gentleness like when we started, no, this is rough and without end. One hand grabs her hip and the other a fistful of hair as we fuck with abandon. God help our neighbors. But truthfully I couldn’t have cared less. With a near scream I feel her legs tremble and pussy tighten. The sharp inhalation and guttural groan that catches in her throat are my queues that what I’m doing is working. I don’t stop until I feel her entire body trembling and her pussy convulsing around my cock. I stop for a second to take in what I’ve done ignoring my now bleeding right knee. I hold her in my arms and take her to my bed. She immediately knows what I want her to do. She gets on top and grabs my cock. She guides me in, looks me in the eyes as she does, and looks away as she goes to another place. I had never been ridden like this before. Back and forth. Up and down. I was completely and utterly captivated by the swaying and motioning of her hips as I held them. Each time I smacked her beautiful ass her moans punctuated the room with what I can only describe as ecstasy in noise. She came once more even more fantastically than before as I saw each convulsion and ripple across the surface of her bare body from below. I couldn’t take it any longer and flipped her over on all fours. I fucked her from behind and could feel the buildup of anticipation grip my entire body like a jolt of electricity. I grunted and with a feeling of catharsis release a torrent on her beautiful bare ass. I collapsed in a heaving, sweaty heap on top of her prone beautiful form and she smiled a sweet smile at me. The same as the day I met her. I was lost in her. I was lost in the moment. I never wanted to leave.

We repeated some variation of this process over the next five hours with breaks punctuated by laughs, silly jokes, and water. The next morning she had to move her car at 6:00 am but I refused to let her go until we fucked again and she was happy to oblige. So with full morning wood we fucked again at an ungodly hour in the morning and then said our goodbyes.

*Thanks for being my forbidden fruit Alexis, sorry it took me so long.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xqjwbg/how_i_24m_fucked_the_unbelievably_hot_christian