Getting rid of [m]y ex and [f]inding a new plaything within 24 hours

This is a throwback from my college days, but it has always stood out in my memory.

I met Anna a few days before a party. A short girl with a very cute smile, pale skin and dark auburn hair. Her figure was modest–no giant breasts or bubble butt. She was attractive in a girl next door kind of way, with a sense of style that told me she was from a small town but trying to be somebody new at school. A mix of hippie and former Sunday schooler.

We had met a few days earlier, working on a group project. I noticed she was doing more than just watching idly as I rehearsed my part, and I’d be lying if I said she didn’t get way hotter when she was doing hers. When somebody’s good at something, doesn’t matter what, it just makes them so much sexier. We’re chatting as the night goes on, having side conversations and slowly getting more focused on each other.

She brought up this party that was happening that weekend.

>*Me*: Yeah, I was thinking about checking it out. Are you gonna go?
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>*Anna*: Yes, for sure.
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>*Me*: Good.

Boss move. I don’t know where the confidence to just say “good” came from but it worked. It was timed perfectly, too, because somebody else needed my attention right after and so the conversation was done right then and she was left guessing.

I got her number, but I honestly don’t remember what went on between us leading up to the party. Not important. The seed was planted.

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**Intermission**

Friday, the day before the party, I fucked my ex and the best part of that was that I never saw her again, the end.

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Saturday. I show up to the apartment with a few buddies. It’s a typical party for an arts college. Music, drinks, weed, all moving through the party the way they’re supposed to. It was pretty dark–not so dark that you couldn’t see, just no big lights on. Overall it was fun, and it was one of those days where I actually wanted to be the center of attention. I was making jokes, making friends, and generally being the life of the party.

Anna was already there, and clearly thought we’d be spending time together, but I was busy, and it was just getting her more wound up it seemed. Of course we chatted that night, but she wanted a lot more of my attention than I was giving her.

Later, I’m in the line for the bathroom and who stands next to me but Anna. We talk, and we’re both a few drinks in at this point, so the flirting we were doing now was a lot less subtle than our exchange during the group work session.

At one point, there’s a quiet point in our conversation, and I notice Anna slink down the wall just a tiny bit and grab my hand, in a way like she was trying to do it without me noticing. Well, since I was really only at this party to get laid, I figured I’d try to leave with her right then.

“Don’t you live close by?” She nodded. I suggested maybe it’s worth going to her place to use the bathroom. I got back a very giddy and quick “sure!” and we were out the door. It was windy on the way back to her place, so we were stumbling through the streets, walking as quickly as we could (because we both really did have to go) me with my arm around her.

When we get up to her apartment, we both use her bathroom, and as soon as we were done, we end up in her bedroom.

I am tall. She had a single bed. It wasn’t ideal, but we made it work.

Right away we’re making out furiously. Being 21, my hormones were raging and I could have powered a small city with sexual energy, despite getting laid less than 24 hours ago. The clothes are coming off and flying to far corners of the room. Now, she’s down to her panties, I’m down to my boxers.

Sucking on titties is one of life’s great joys, and while they weren’t the biggest, her lovely pale nipples, small areolas dotting her porcelain skin…they just begged to be tongued and teased. I’m kissing her top half, and my fingers are making their way down and sliding underneath the waist of her panties.

Another one of life’s great joys? Making girls squirt. It feels like such an accomplishment for them to totally lose control like that. I watched a video on how to do it as a teenager and have tried that technique with more or less every girl I’ve been with. More than 90% of them squirt, and basically 100% love the feeling no matter what.

As soon as my fingers are in her, she is losing her mind. She’s responding very loudly and her back is arching like crazy. I’m rocking my fingers inside her, focusing on her front wall, and she’s leaking within 30 seconds. The more intensely I finger her, the more she squirts. At one point, she breathlessly admits that she’s never done that before. That is gasoline on my fingering fire and I go at it again and again.

She is not the quiet and bashful girl I met at school. This girl is expressing herself. Standing off to one side of the bed, I’ve got my fingers still in her while she sucks my dick. She’s able to do that for about 10 seconds at a time before she loses her focus and starts to moan with the head of my cock muffling her dickdrunk voice. Meanwhile, she is soaking her bed, my arm, the floor, and everything in between with gush after gush from her pussy.

I finally decide my dick needs real attention and she’s ready to be penetrated. Being buzzed, bold, and stupid, I ask her if she uses birth control. To 21-year-old me, when she said she was on the pill, she basically said condoms were never invented.

My previous relationship wasn’t great, so I had a lot of pent-up frustration, and it was all being taken out on Anna, the fuckdoll laying in front of me. I was really letting loose, and she continued to enjoy herself very loudly. It was selfish sex for sure. I was young and horny, and the feeling of a new girl wrapped around my cock was too thrilling to think about much more than pounding away like a wild animal. Plus, I already showed her a side of herself that she had never seen, and maybe never saw again, so I felt like it was my turn. I thrusted deep into her over and over, tossing her around when I wanted a new view, a new feeling, or a new body part to kiss, lick, or suck.

Things went on for a while until we heard keys at the front door of her apartment. I knew her roommate, Stephanie. Not super well, but we’d chatted before. Steph was definitely hot, and while I would love to say she joined in, this is a real story so that didn’t happen. We saw the light turn on through the crack under the door, heard some moving around, then the light switched off and another door closed. Her roommate was now in her room. We looked at the time; just about 3AM. I think we left the party before midnight. Oops.

After a long, stupid, sloppy fuck session, I stroked myself quietly enough until I finished on her chest. With that long of a build up, it must have been a lot, but with the alcohol, her dark room, and her very pale skin, I have no idea how much cum she had on her. I think I remember her laughing with surprise as it happened though. She wiped herself up with a shirt from her laundry pile and we crashed on her damp sheets.

Around 7AM I got sober enough to wake up and realize how uncomfortable I was on that tiny bed. I got my clothes on, kissed her goodbye, and went back to my apartment.

I got a text from Anna a few minutes later: “Steph was home THE ENTIRE TIME.”

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