First day of University ends with getting to know (M)y (F)riends stripper housemate.

A title so sensationalistic, there’s no way it could be true, right? Well, there’s only one way to find out.

I wasn’t long out of high school, freshly 18, and coming off the back of a rough several months. After graduating, I handled the absence of routine and structure, the lack of everything I’d know since I was a child quite poorly; combine this with losing a vast majority of my friends for one reason or another, and I wasn’t in the best state of wellbeing. I’d pulled myself together however in preparation for starting University at the beginning of the year, with a ferocity and vigour that only youth can produce, and a reinvigorated sense of purpose and direction. High on confidence and self-belief, I set out on the first day of my tertiary education experience.

The day itself was rather uneventful as I wandered the campus attending various lectures and tutorials, and attempting to navigate this strange new world which I found myself in. Before I knew it, the time was 5pm, and my last class had finished. Still living with my parents at the time, who were about an hour away from the city by train, and having classes tomorrow, I’d organised to crash with one of the few friends I still had from my school days, Sam, who had moved into a share house in the city not long ago. I’d heard quite a bit about her interesting new house mates, but the one that interested me most was Emily. All I knew was that she was 20 years old, worked as a stripper, and had a penchant for the wild side of things. I hopped on a bus, and soon found myself at Sam’s place. I dropped my bag and joined her out on the patio at the back of the house. We caught up as old friends do, and I relaxed after my long first day. We made dinner, and eventually 8pm rolled around and out of the house walks the most drop dead gorgeous girl I’d ever seen in my life.

Standing in the doorway, clad in a short dress and boots, holding a bottle of Jägermeister stood Emily – slim, pale skinned, impeccable make-up, with gorgeous auburn hair in a style reminiscent of the 1930’s. She looked to Sam and I and asked “Would the two of you care to help me drink this?”. Sam declined stating she had classes tomorrow morning, and whilst I started at 9am the next day, I accepted her offer with unbridled enthusiasm. She excitedly joined Sam and I on the couch, and introduced herself to her new, gobsmacked drinking partner. I was absolutely mesmerised, and entranced by how beautiful Emily was. We began to chat, and I realised then in addition to a pretty face, she was funny, and smart. I told her I was studying Film and Writing, which she seemed to love, and we got talking about our favourite books, albums, films, and all sorts of faux intellectual things as we drank the night away. Sam left not long in, heading to bed citing an early wake up as the reason, leaving me, and Emily, a girl I was falling head over heels in love with having only known for a mere few hours to drink and talk.

I wasn’t sure of the time at this point, having drank a considerable amount. Emily and I had finished the bottle, and she went inside to find more alcohol. Upon her return she asked me if I wanted to accompany her to the park down the road; I think she said she liked to go for a smoke there at night We were both considerably drunk, me especially so, but I happily accepted the invitation once again, and off we went on our merry night time adventure. We sat down and carried on talking, her smoking, me drinking. I had her packet of cigarettes in my pocket, and each time she finished, I’d hand her a new one. It was weirdly romantic. I remember it was a full moon that night. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. We sort of got closer and closer, she’d touch my arm, I’d touch her leg, we’d hold hands as we walked. I thought nothing of it, or maybe I did, I was very drunk.

We were sat on the playground talking and there was one of those little spinning things that you play naughts and crosses on, you know the kind? So, we played that, with the loser having to take a shot. We played for a while, she won some, I won some, we both took shots. Eventually though, as does happen in that game, we reached a stalemate. We both looked at each other as if to say, “what now?”, and then she kissed me, and then I kissed her, and my God if it wasn’t the most amazing moment in my life. She was so beautiful under the light of the full moon. This continued for a while, moving around the park, we’d kiss, we’d talk, she’d tell me that she liked me. To a young, naïve, drunk me, it was the best compliment there was. I was happier than I could ever remember feeling. I loved her so much, there and then, and I was so convinced she loved me too. I could taste the smoke when we kissed, it stuck in my mouth; normally I’d despise that, but it was so romantic then, it was a connection, it was beautiful.

She grabbed my hand, and we began the walk back to the house, it was so very late, and we were both so very drunk; had it ended there I would’ve been more than content, but Emily had other ideas. Letting go of my hand, she slid hers down the front of my jeans and took hold of my cock, which I swore had never been harder, (a testament to how sexy she was, and the power of youth, given how much I’d drank) and stroked it slowly, whispering into my ear seductively “We’ll be sure to take care of that when we get inside”. I could’ve cum there and then. We stumbled back into the house, careful not to cause too much noise and wake the rest of its occupants, and failing miserably, before eventually finding ourselves in Emily’s room where we collapsed in a heap on her bed. I was fighting a losing battle against sleep, when Emily appeared on top of me. I was lay on my back, and she straddled me, slowly leaning down to kiss me again. Our shoes had come off at some point, and as she pulled the dress over her head, she revealed a perfect petite body, with skin as soft and as white as snow. I sat up, taking me shirt off as elegantly as I could manage, as she assisted me with my jeans. The clothes continued to come off, her tits were small and perky, just about a handful, and her pussy was clean shaven, and so entrancingly beautiful. I ran my hands all over the goddess whom I was looking up to, and uttered an attempt of how sexy she looked. She smiled mischievously, before leaning in to kiss and bite at my my neck, and then my chest, slowly working her way down my body.

She teased me with her lips, as I squirmed underneath her with anticipation, and I felt her tongue glide along the bottom of my shaft and swirl over the head of my cock. I felt her hands rubbing my legs and playing with my balls, and then, without a word she swallowed my dick whole, and was it was enveloped by her mouth, the warm sensation left me in ecstasy. She stroked my shaft as she sucked, working her tongue all over; it was wet, sloppy, and masterful, Emily knew what she was doing, and knew how to suck a cock. As I reached a point of struggling to contain myself, and could feel my orgasm arriving, I let out a moan of “Oh God, I’m cumming!”. She didn’t skip a beat however, and took me in, sucking my cock the whole way, as I exploded into her mouth. I was certain I’d never come so much, and for so long but Emily swallowed it all and kept playing at my sensitive and exhausted dick, before looking up at me with her cunning smile and kissing me softly once more. I took a short time to recover as she lay beside me and I played with her soft and gorgeous tits, caressing her nipples, and then running lips over them, flicking them lightly, and biting them gently, which drove Emily wild. I then told her to lay down on her back, just as I had been, so I could return the favour.

Her pussy was the prettiest pink colour, and looked so very inviting; Emily was already dripping wet, and I dived in head first with previously unknown enthusiasm, embracing an adage I once read about beginning like a butterfly kissing a dandelion, and finishing like a bulldog eating a bowl of oatmeal. I’d never tasted anything so good as her, as I licked and sucked at her clit, Emily writhed on the bend, moaning with pleasure and grabbing a fistful of my hair as I kissed at her thighs, and ran my lips and tongue all over her. Between breaths she began to beg “Please, please get your fingers in me”. With one hand I began to rub her clit, and with the other I slowly inserted two fingers into her wet cunt as she let out a gasp. I fingered with ferocity and little grace, and treated her clit to similar treatment, as Emily struggled to stay still biting and clawing at the sheets and almost screaming in pleasure. Her pussy tightened and her legs squeezed together, whilst her whole body trembled as she came, much to my surprise and sense of triumph. I colappsed beside her once more, our naked bodies pressed against one another, our limbs intertwined. Our hands traced over one another, before drifiting down as we both began to play once again, me tracing the outline of her pussy, her rubbing my balls and once again hard cock, but the shenanigans, alcohol, and the fact that the sun was soon set to rise had caught up to us, and not long after we fell asleep next to one another, clothed in nothing but the faint, warm light, radiating from a bedside lamp.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4oijx6/first_day_of_university_ends_with_getting_to_know