I, 27[M], found out my classmate, 24[F], was a fellow gooner

Gooner, according to the urbandictionary: “One who is completely and miserably addicted to porn but embraces and loves it”

This is a true story, with some modified/omitted details for the sake of privacy.

My name is “Michael” and this happened two years ago. I was 27 years old at the time, in a graduate program, and my routine consisted on going to the library to write my thesis. This is where I met a fellow classmate (same program, but different batch), who we shall name Michelle, then 24 years old, Asian. The last detail is important, as Michelle comes from a stereotypical traditional family, and I would have never expected us to become sexting partners.

Me and Michelle usually studied at the same table, in front of each other. With time we exchanged some words, and then contacts. With summer approaching I decided to stay in campus to work on the last part of my thesis, while Michelle went back home. We then started chatting online, almost every day.

I started to notice that Michelle would be more open to talk about sex or taboo stuff when closer to or after midnight. It started simple. She asked me if Christians can masturbate, and how they deal with their sexual urges. Then one night she dared me to trade a secret. I told her, in a humorous tone, “I am an ass guy”, fearing I embarrassed myself in front of innocent Michelle. But the secret she would share with me would send my mind racing away.

“sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I masturbate to relax.” followed by a blushing emoji.

We parted with a “Good night ;)”.

By now it was pretty clear to me that, first, Michelle was a horny mess of a Human being. And, second, she was engineering our most intimate chats. In our next conversation I asked her more about her masturbation habits. How often she did it, for how long, and what she usually got off to. And as she answered I felt my cock hardening as the messages rolled on. She would do it daily, for one hour straight or more, even while her roommate was close by. She felt guilty about it, but she never changed her routine. She told me she liked more tender, romantic porn, but confessed she loved creampies and wanted to get one so bad. I asked if she was a virgin, to which she replied “yes”.

Not wanting to cross the line more than I did, I wished her a good night, confessing I was a “little bit turned on”, to which she replied “lol same”. Needless to say I masturbated furiously to our chat. I was hard af, pre-cumming like a fountain, and it didn’t take me long to come imagining Michelle doing the same thing in her room.

I have always loved dirty chats, even after I became sexually active, but never expected to start one with a college classmate. And specially not Michelle – a small, petite girl, who dressed conservatively and was a paragon of academic virtue. I was loving this situation and wanted more of it.

The following day I couldn’t wait until midnight to chat again. It was 8 pm when I messaged Michelle, and we didn’t stop exchanging messages from them on. First more innocent topics (summer vacations, college, etc), until she dared me to share something embarrassing about myself since she overshared the previous night. I confessed that I lied about being slightly turned on the night before. That I was actually extremely turned on, and how much I loved talking with her about sex. She confessed she was also very excited the previous night, getting off to the thought of me as much as I did thinking about her. She even had to change her panties because of how soaked they got. We started trading the porn we liked, and then the temperature started to increase, confession by confession.

We learned we had a lot of things in common. She lusted after one of our professors, just as I did for another. We both had an incest fantasy, from reading so much erotic tales. We also had a cum fetish, with her preferring creampies while I liked facials more. And, of course, we learned we were total gooners, who loved porn, masturbating and edging until we couldn’t take it anymore.

We edged until she came for the first time at 4 am. She told me how hot she was feeling, that she had to take off her clothes, and she even sent me two pictures. First, a shy one of her dark nipple, which she soon deleted. And then one of her soaked pajamas, an innocent floral pattern, which turned me on more than I already was. We kept talking until things heated on again. I asked if she liked spanking, to which she replied “not when mommy does it”.

“But you will like when daddy does it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

The game restarted. She came the 2nd time at 5 am. We decided to say good bye, not because we didn’t want to continue, but because we were afraid we wouldn’t be able to stop if we kept going.

Other sexting sessions would follow through the summer, at least twice a week. We eventually talked about dating when she came back to campus. And then, suddenly, she ghosted me. No visualizations, no replies…

I saw her twice after summer and before I graduated. First time, I was in a hurry, and couldn’t stop to chat. Then the second time she was with her friends. I never got to know why Michelle ghosted me. Maybe she felt guilty and wanted to stop her addiction. Maybe I crossed a red line in one night, without knowing.

If you are reading this right now, Michelle, know you are the best sexting partner I ever had, and I lament we never continued beyond the screen.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y2wbwl/i_27m_found_out_my_classmate_24f_was_a_fellow