Toward the end of last week, I needed a distraction from my life badly. I mentioned that to one of my co-workers on Thursday and it was suggested that I come out to homecoming with her and a small group of her friends. I’m too old for homecoming house parties, really. But the distraction, attention, and loud music did sound like they’d be nice so I was quickly persuaded into going along despite the fact that I’m about a decade older than everyone else in her group.
Sadie and I met up with her friends outside the party in the late afternoon, wearing matching outfits Sadie had gleefully put together for us that morning. It was cold, but we were both in black skirts that only made it to the upper thigh, and school t-shirts that Sadie had taken a pair of scissors to, transforming them into crop tops, with plunging necklines. The matching outfits had not been in the original plan, but she had seemed happy with the opportunity to put them together when I had complained earlier that morning I was worried I’d stick out being a significant bit older than everyone else who would be in attendance.
The party itself was actually very relaxed and fun. The students had made it an apparent mission to consume the maximum amount of alcohol possible for the day, and had a couch on the front lawn with a big sign saying “You honk, we drink” people were milling around on the front lawn, listening to music and taking turns sitting on the couch. Then inside, there were a few TVs set up where guests were watching sports on TV, and playing video games. I had no idea why I had imagined a college frat party would be more structured, but I was relieved at the casual atmosphere.
As afternoon faded to evening, the party became busier. We left around 8 for a little while to grab shawarma, and when we returned around 9:30, the vibe had entirely changed. The music was louder, there were a lot more people in the house, and the guys in-charge of everything had turned on disco lights, turning their living room into the dancefloor of a club. Sadie and I wandered through the crowd, looking for her friends, and ended up dancing with a different group of people she knew.
A couple of the guys in this group were flirty with me. I wear glasses, and based on that fact alone they quickly decided I simply must be a professor. Their commitment to the bit made me laugh, and I went along with it because I was buzzed, and the attention made me feel happy and warm. I started rambling on about how I teach English (Which I actually studied, so it’s the only academic thing I can authentically chatter about for an extended period of time.) It turned out that one of them was studying English, so he and I ended up standing off to the side talking about how the curriculum had changed in the years since my undergrad.
Brandon was in his second year of undergrad. He was taller than me by a good margin, and wore blue jeans with a school t-shirt underneath a plaid button-up shirt. He had a crooked, kind of awkward smile, short brown hair, and blue eyes. I became worried I was talking his ear off, he had mentioned King Lear, and Lear happens to be a play I can go on for hours about. I apologized, and he told me that he didn’t mind at all, he liked listening to me talk.
His attention was making me feel warm, but the fact that he was actually interested in what I had to say transferred that heat between my thighs as well. We chatted for a tiny bit longer before I pulled Brandon onto the makeshift dance floor and put his hands on my hips, turning around to press against him. It was clear that my forwardness surprised him, but he didn’t protest in the slightest and pulled me close. We moved to the beat, me mostly leading as he seemed entirely pleased to predominantly stand there behind me with his hardening cock pressing against me through his jeans.
I was enjoying wiggling my hips and pressing into him when the lights suddenly turned on. The party had apparently grown large enough to attract the attention of police, and for the first time in my life, I was at a party that was being broken up. I panicked, suddenly fearful of being arrested despite the fact that I am well over the legal age to drink. That made Brandon laugh, and he led me out the side door of the house, onto the driveway. I searched the crowd for Sadie, but didn’t immediately see her. She and I had been separated in the shuffle. I pulled out my phone to call her, and walked a couple of blocks down the road with Brandon to get away from where the police were asking people questions outside the party. She didn’t answer, so I shot off a text and decided to wait a little bit to see if she found me.
Brandon wrapped his arms around me while we waited to keep me warm, and took the opportunity to quietly invite me back to his apartment. His roommate was out of town for the weekend, so we’d have the place to ourselves. I hadn’t gone out intending to do any more than a tiny bit of misbehaving with Sadie, but the idea of making Brandon’s night was turning me on as I stood there in his arms. I leaned back into him, and told him that it was a possibility, as long as I could be sure my friend was alright. As if on cue, she called me just then.
Sadie and her friends were undeterred by the party being broken up, and were planning to go to another one, as the night was still very young. I didn’t like the idea of being kicked out of two house parties in one night, so I told her I’d get home by myself, and thanked her for bringing me out. She was worried about my safety, but then I mentioned that I was still with Brandon, and she gave me a knowing giggle before hanging up the phone.
Brandon didn’t have a ton of nerve when we got back to his apartment. We sat on the couch watching some random fantasy TV show (I think it was The Witcher according to Google, but honestly I didn’t pay attention to the details. I was waiting for him to actually make a move.)
We got most of the way through an episode before I got tired of waiting and leaned against his side, leaning over to kiss his neck. This emboldened him again, and he pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him, pushing my skirt up around my waist in the process. I was wearing a burgundy thong underneath and he seemed to enjoy that quite a bit as he groped my ass, and tugged the thong tighter between my asscheeks.
I pulled my top off, and reached back behind myself to unhook my bra, freeing my breasts. I relished both the feelings of finally taking my bra off after a very long day of live action role-playing as a college student, and the feeling of his lips over my nipples as he kissed and licked at my breasts, exploring me.
I slid back off of his lap onto the floor in front of him and pushed his legs apart, settling on my knees between them. I made a show of unbuckling his belt, tugging at it with my teeth before actually undoing the buckle, then pulled his pants down and helped him out of them.
His cock was average in length, straight, and fairly thick. Large enough to make me gag as I slid the whole of his length into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. He slid his fingers into my hair and took control, guiding my head up and down, using me like a pleasure toy. It was fun just letting him enjoy my body. I found myself briefly remembering that he happened to be younger than my youngest sibling.
He pulled my head off of his cock, and leaned down to kiss me before confessing that he had stopped because he didn’t want to cum so soon. I laughed, and asked him if he had any condoms. He nodded, and fumbled around in the drawer of the side table next to his couch for a minute before he produced one of those perforated lines of 5 condoms with a big grin. I found myself tempted to ask why he was storing his condoms in the living room, rather than the bedroom, but it wasn’t like I was about to ask to be taken in there, I supposed nobody else he might be hooking up with ever did either.
He rolled the condom on, and I climbed back up into his lap, briefly pausing to actually tug my skirt off of me when I stood up. I was already wet, so his cock slid inside of me easily, and I began riding him slowly, leaning down to kiss his neck as I did. I sped my pace up a few times, but whenever I did, it only lasted a minute before he was begging me to slow down again so I relented and settled for a slow and comfortable screw.
I reached between us, and massaged my clit in circles while we kissed, it didn’t take me long to bring myself to a shaking climax on his cock. That was too much for him, he quickly pulled me off of him and tugged off the condom, cumming on both my pelvis, and his. I stroked him some more while we both caught our breath, then slid off his lap and went to clean up in his bathroom.
Brandon offered to let me stay the night, but I really had no interest in reliving my college walk of shame days in the daylight, so I ordered an Uber and went home.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xsd5kw/i_went_out_to_homecoming_to_distract_myself_and