Ever since our encounter, I kept meeting this different Kristen. She’d been so confident, but she
seemed to be tripping over me a little bit now that our cards were on the table. And then I remembered, our cards weren’t on the table.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” I beamed as I moved toward her after she sat on the foot of my bed. I started to bring myself very close to her, owing to our familiarity from the night before. She actually recoiled a little bit from my forwardness. The same smell that hit me when I kissed her last night hit me again. I resisted having the rest of my memory draw me in again, as I tried to engage with her.
“What’s wrong?” I prodded.
“I can’t get over how guilty I feel,” Kristen admitted. Boldly. Old Kristen was back. I started
to lose my nerve. “I don’t think you did anything wrong.” She looked at me with eyes that said pretty
much unambiguously *what kind of shit do you think you’re shoveling?*
I backpedaled. “Ok, I get it, but I’m the one…” We were, I was about to find out, already having our first fight. She cut me off. “Am I fucking damsel in distress?!? Am I just powerless to your charms? Please don’t tell me I’m not responsible…” I had mixed emotions about getting old Kristen back, in the very best way. It was my turn to cut someone off.
“I’m not trying to say you were powerless, or that you’re not able to make your own decisions. I
just wanted to let you know that it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t already moved on in my mind.”
She actually laughed at me in a way that gave me a little shiver down my spine. “Schmorg, please don’t lie to me. I saw you two together today. You two seemed so happy…” She trailed off.
I smiled at her, and put my left hand on her chin and made her look at me. “I broke it off first
thing this morning. What you saw was our agreement not to acknowledge it until she left campus. She was still worried about appearances with the bet, not because I told her everything, but just
because of appearances. I wish I could tell you I was totally honest with her. ”
I could feel the tension in her lighten, but only slightly. “But if we wouldn’t have…” She trailed away. It was time to lay my cards on the table.
“Kristen, I really do feel bad about not ending things with Jill sooner, but I can’t and won’t say I regret anything we did. I haven’t been able to think about hardly anything else.”
She looked at me, for the third or fourth time in a day melted me by biting her lip, and said, “That’s why I feel so guilty, I can’t stop thinking about it either.” My eyes darted to my door. It was closed, but
unlocked. They darted back to Kristen. Her breathtaking green eyes scrambled any further thought.
***
We exploded onto one another. I kissed her almost frantically, as we clawed at each other’s clothes. We were a frantic mess, not getting anything accomplished, but blowing off mutual desire that was redlining at a 10.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I said in between long, wet, desperate kisses. My
hands supported her against me on the small of her back, and from between her shoulder blades up to the bottom of her neck. I will never forget the look of pure delight she had in that moment as we went back to kissing.
Off came her flannel. Off came my shirt. Her wife-beater quickly came over her head. We kissed. She reached in the pants she’d managed to unbutton earlier, and started to work my dick out of my pants. I reached down and asked her to help me with her shorts. “But my Docs,” she protested.
“The Docs and the socks stay on babe.” I really said it. Ugh, the 90’s. But it really was so very hot. And she seemed to like my cheesy line. I’ll chock it up to youthful enthusiasm. I stood up to accomplish this, and pulled her shorts over the tops of the clunky boots. As they got stuck working around the heels, I was above her, and savored the view of her wiggling with her feet suspended above her, her lithe, petite body, only a red thong tantalizing my view of her shapely thighs, ass, and abs as they contorted, and she playfully smiled at me.
The shorts came free, and her legs remained slightly spread, and relaxed on the bed. My white sheets
were the backdrop for her gorgeous mocha skin, now highlighted by a bright red bra and thong set, and the thigh highs and boots. I fell between her legs and supported myself over her so as not to put all of my weight on her tiny frame.
She was anything but delicate at this moment however, as she reacted passionately to our bare bodies laying against one another. I rolled her on top of me so my hands could explore. I could feel her nipples pressing against her bra, and through that, on me. She rocked herself over my dick, grinding her very wet pussy back and forth along the shaft of my dick. She moaned in my mouth as she bucked back and forth.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. “I need to fuck you right this instant,” I groaned. After another few seconds of our kissing and grinding, she reached back, raised herself up, and guided me into her as she lowered herself on me. She immediately began to grind back and forth, which felt amazing, but
luckily, was not driving me to cum too quickly, as I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my young life.
There were however, other tricks Kristen had up her sleeve. One of them was my first exposure to dirty talk. I did not know I was such a fan. Kristen ground back and forth on me as she unleashed a stream of words that seemed to make my cock harder and harder as they cascaded over me.
“Your cock feels so good inside of me.”
“Do you like it when I do that?”
“You fucking feel so good.”
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”
Mild by my more mature standards? Absolutely. Did it drive my college freshman self completely wild? Also absolutely. She was straddling me with her knees on my bed even with or just above my hips and her feet back towards my knees. I started to pump into her from below, literally lifting her knees to provide some room to go up and down, when she readjusted in response, and brought her feet under her knees so she was squat-riding me, but just hovering above, so I could fuck her.
Her red thong had now ridden well up one side of her pussy, and I could see myself entering into Kristen again and again. She began to moan, low and building. I wanted to make her cum so bad, but in this position I was getting the ab workout of a life time, and I needed a break between sets.
I kissed her as I stopped pumping, and my trying sell some sensual lovemaking to catch my breath was not welcomed by Kristin. “Don’t stop baby, don’t stop.” We kissed each other as she giggled and
laughed when I explained. My cheeks were flushed out of embarrassment as well as exertion. It ended up being the best thing that could of happened.
“Don’t worry, I can help.” She actually grinned a little as she said it. It was simultaneously charming, and so sexy. Before I could say anything, she rose her petite and shapely ass up, and (literally, from the sound) spanked it down on stomach and upper thighs, sending a jolt of pleasure down my dick. Her eyes widened as she did so, looking right into my eyes, as she pumped herself up and down again. And again. And again.
Her eyes started to roll back, as she repeated this pattern. Slowly up, brief pause, hard down. And again. And again. I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Kristin, I’m gonna…”
I couldn’t even finish the sentence as I finished inside of Kristin. I felt like I came for 45 seconds as shot load after load. She moaned and shuttered as I came.
Our sex that day was incredible. It was also noisy. I was so in the moment, I was utterly distracted. Kristen was utterly distracted. As I held her ass that felt like God shaped it to fit in my hand, my mind raced. I looked into her eyes. I felt so much for her in that moment. And it came crashing down in an instant.
“HOLY SHIT! SCHMORG FUCKED KRISTIN!”
I looked to my door. It was open. Three onlookers had been there for…I’m not sure how long. I
looked back to Kristen. I knew this was going to be fucked.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12mg00v/the_dorm_room_bet_3_mf
Updateme
!updateme
Updateme
!updateme