Girl with a crush on me watches me with another woman [MF]

Back in college, I had started coming into my own. Coming out of an ugly duckling phase in high school, I finally started to find my feet at university with a number of trysts, but none more long standing or wildly complicated as the one I had with Amie. To set the scene a bit, I was paired with Matt as my roommate for our sophomore year as we were both planning to be pre-law. He and I quickly became friends and ended up creating some other stories together that will be reserved for another time. He was heavily involved in the pre-law society at our school, joining the “frat” associated with it and other various community activities. I, on the other hand, realized it wasn’t for me and stuck to my newfound passion of rugby. Unbeknownst to me, this is where the relationship with Amie would begin. As I found out later, Amie seemed to have a weird obsession with me before we even met. Matt would invite her over to our room when I was out, she would sit on my bed, ask about me, talk about how cute I was via facebook photos, before I even met her in our junior year.

I’m not a model, definitely don’t have the height for it at 5’7”, but I consider myself solidly good looking and was coming off wrestling in high school to hitting weights and not caring about what I ate in college, having, as the kids say, a glow-up. I think Amie was a bit in the same boat, she was big in high school and recently lost quite a bit of weight, the reverse of the freshman fifteen. She had straight brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, nice breasts, and a bit of a rounder face that I still thought was cute.

To get to the night in question, I have to fast forward a bit to the second semester of our junior year where Matt and I are living off campus in a two bedroom apartment, a fifteen minute walk from school in not the greatest of neighborhoods. On the night in question, Matt and I decided to throw a party, it was Friday after all, and I wasn’t 21 yet so was unable to join the rest of them when they would go to the bars. Our theme was CEOs and Office Hoes and we crammed 30 people into this barely furnished apartment that ended up breaking our Walmart brand coffee table.

By this time, Amie and I had met and already been hooking up just about every other weekend. But, when I say hook up, I mean everything other than sex. She had completely refused to have sex with me until we went on a date or were “official”, something I was not into at the time. Despite being completely clear on that with her and having multiple conversations, she still wanted to makeout and trade oral, calling me to come over most weekends that we would go out separately.

When this party rolled around, I had found myself in a bit of a dry spell. A girl in our friend group, Emma, and I had been hooking up (this time I do mean sex) in secret, which recently ended as she wound up in a relationship, so I found myself a bit lonely and in need of a bit more intimacy than what Amie was offering. Enter, Ash.

Ash felt like nearly the complete inverse of Amie. Tiny (not even sure if she was 5’), perky little breasts, blonde hair, brown eyes, with stories of her antics always coming up in our friend group. She was a bit on the periphery of said friend group, so I didn’t even realize she was invited until I opened our apartment door to let her in that night. To save some time, I will skip through the night of drinking that I’m sure mirrored any other college apartment party. There was music, too much booze, dancing on tables (hence the collapse of ours), the whole nine yards. I wound up flirting quite a bit with Ash to start the night, which led to dancing, then to pressing her against the wall in our hallway as we made-out. As each stage progressed, I saw Amie at every turn. Chatting to Matt and Emma, dancing with Andy and his girlfriend, then leaning on the doorway to Matt’s room as Ash and I kissed while the party winded down.

“Which one’s your room?” Ash asked me as we broke away.

“Last door on the left,” I replied with a smile and an imaginary fist pump. “Let me kick everyone out and I’ll see you shortly.” She replied with her own mischievous smile and sauntered off to my bedroom and closed the door behind her. Much to my relief, I hadn’t needed to do much corralling to empty the apartment. Many had left for bars earlier and the last stragglers weren’t hard to usher out. Then it was just me and Ash, and Amie.

“Where’s Matt?” I asked. Amie was still stood leaning on his bedroom’s door frame.

She shrugged in response.

“Okay, well, time to leave, party’s over.”

“Ash is still here,” Amie replied.

“Yeah, well..” I stammered, having no idea what to say, but thankfully Amie did.

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry. I’m just going to use the bathroom and I’ll show myself out.”

“Great, thanks,” I said, just glad that she wasn’t making this into a scene. I watched her enter our bathroom and headed off to bed.

In my messy room I find Ash sitting on the edge of my bed, legs crossed, and facing the door. She smiles seductively while I’m sure my face was curled up into a stupid grin. Her boots were kicked off into one corner, jeans still covered her legs, and her sport coat was thrown over my desk to reveal a white tank top with her black bra visible underneath.

“Everyone gone?” She asked as I approached.

“Everyone,” I confirm, though this was more of a hope. I drop to my knees before her as Ash opens her legs so I can position myself between them. Now my bed is the cheapest frame and mattress that they made at Ikea some years ago, which meant it was barely four inches off the carpeted floor. With Ash’s height that meant I could kneel before her on that bed and she would only have to curl down a little bit to kiss me. And kiss me she did.

If I thought she was passionate before, then I was severely wrong, the intensity with which we kissed gave a whole new perspective to the stories I had heard of her before. Her legs wrapped around me and my arms pulled her into me. I would move to kiss her neck and chest and she would run her fingers through my hair and whisper things in my ear that drove me wild.

We broke away to look into each other’s eyes and I felt like I was going to burst through my chinos. With deft fingers, barely breaking eye contact, she nimbly undid the buttons on my shirt to run her hands across my newly built and shaved chest. With much less tact, I pulled off her tank top and then went to work unbuttoning her pants, removing them as much as I could in our current position. We both stood then, me extricating myself from my shirt that was still tucked at the back and Ash kicking herself out of her jeans. We pulled in for one more kiss, me grabbing two not-so-full handfuls of her ass before she sat back down on the edge of my bed.

I resumed my position then, between her legs, now uncovered with Ash left in only her matching black bra and thong combo. We kissed some more, hands exploring the other’s skin, until she whispered “I want you,” in my ear. I gave her one peck before pushing her back onto the bed to a fit of giggles and raised myself up over her, kissing down her stomach to reach her panty line. I slipped my fingers in and slid her underwear off with ease, tossing them to the side before quickly getting back in position. I continued my trail of kisses down to her inner thighs, kissing everywhere but her pretty pussy.

I could hear her panting, her heart racing, and mine was too. I could feel myself yearning for her in my pants, but this was my element, I loved giving oral, making it teasing, before finally going for it. I trailed my lips along her thighs, circled her labia, always tempting her, but never going all the way. “Please,” she whispered, “please, please, please.” And so I obliged. My tongue parted her, finding her clit, which my lips encircled as Ash let out the biggest moan of relief. She wasn’t shy with her sounds, maybe that was why she wanted to know if everyone had left the party. I licked her up and down, then in circles, using her moans and reactions as clues to find what felt best for her. Her thighs pressed around my ears, feet pushing on my back to bring me closer to her, as her fingers worked through my hair was nearly enough to make me cum then and there.

But thankfully, she was the first to relent. It happened after I found just the right spot with my tongue and slipped in a finger, then two, to bring her to orgasm. She screamed my name as she shook, fingers tightening on my hair to the point that I thought I might have a bald patch in the morning. She pushed me away after she came down, too sensitive for more stimulation that night as she rose back into a sitting position. She kissed me again, her tongue exploring my lips and chin to taste herself. “I’m so wet for you,” she said, her hands moving to my belt and unfastening it.

I stood, stripping off my pants and underwear in one go and darting over to my night table to grab a condom. Without a second thought I ripped it from the wrapper and pulled it over my penis, carefully as I could as I felt like I could explode any moment. I managed and when I turned back to the bed, Ash was lying back on my pillows, fully up on the bed. I climbed to the center and positioned myself back between Ash’s legs. We kissed some more, my dick positioned at her pussy to rub against her until she reached down and guided me in. She was warm, and tight, and so sloppily wet. It felt like a dream, the close intimacy I had been longing for finally coming to fruition and I had to bite my lip and not move for a moment to prevent myself from cumming there. But I survived the initial struggle and was able to settle into a rhythm I could manage.

If I thought Ash was loud before, then I was truly mistaken. She moaned and screamed like something out of a porno, my guess because it was all for me as she said she wouldn’t be able to again that night, but that didn’t diminish it for me in the slightest. Rather, it made me feel like some god of sex. I was grunting like an animal, gritting my teeth, as Ash’s legs were wrapped around me while she told me how good I was and how great my cock felt.

“I can’t hold it,” I growled a minute later.

“Let me get on top,” she whispered. And so she did. Her bra was still on, containing her perky little breasts, but her petite little frame straddling me looked enchanting in the orange glow from my bedside lamp. My hands ran up her thighs to her hips as she started to ride me, back and forth to start, then up and down, and at some point she stripped off her bra to allow me to squeeze her lovely little boobs.

It felt like a while, but in reality I’m sure I didn’t last long in that position, I was never good at surviving in cowgirl. “Fuckkkkk,” I moaned to a chorus of yeses as Ash leaned down to kiss me, breast pressing into my chest as I finished. She stayed kissing me like that for another minute before rolling off to lie next to me. We held each other for another minute before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Ash stayed the night, but that was that for our encounter. The next morning she dressed, I walked her out to our front door and she kissed me and said she had fun before walking off home in the morning glow.

I let out a huge sigh of relief and pent up frustration as I trudged back up the stairs to my apartment. I wanted to shower, I hadn’t last night, nor did I brush my teeth. Matt had gone to his boyfriend’s house earlier that night and I was excited to have a morning in the apartment alone to myself.

“You looked like you had a good time last night,” the voice said as I entered back into my apartment. I was so caught up in my own mind, I hadn’t even bothered to look up into Matt’s room where Amie was stood, leaning against the door frame just as she was the night before, wearing the same clothes this morning.

I was stunned into silence. I just gaped at her, staring at her big blue eyes that seemed to drown me.

Hope you’ve enjoyed this story! There is more that happens in the morning, but this feels really long already. If there is the demand for it, I can write up what happens with Amie that morning, which I found even hotter than what happened at night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/123ppg9/girl_with_a_crush_on_me_watches_me_with_another