Fucked my grad school colleague and long time rival [FFM] [light spanking] [anal play]

If you are anything like me and sometimes like to skip straight to the part about the sex, I’ve marked where it starts **in bold**.

I’m a grad student who has been at the same university for 7 years. In my undergraduate years, people would frequently mistake me for Grace. I would get called by her name. I would have people comment on something I had supposedly said or done that I would later find out was something she had said or done.

Grace and I both have tattoos, are both tall, thin and athletic, both live in skinny jeans and boots, and are both high achieving students. In our undergraduate years, we never had a class together and there was no overlap in our social circles, so I never once spoke to Grace. In truth, I think I was slightly jealous of her. I felt like she was a hotter version of me and I didn’t like it.

When we began our postgraduate training, a smaller cohort of students meant that we found ourselves invited to some of the same parties. She and her partner at the time would usually end up talking to me and my partner (James) all night. I think even though I felt some rivalry towards her, we were drawn to each other. In a cohort full of very conservative students, it was obvious that we had more in common with each other than with the rest of the party. We also both had a bit of a crush on her. We would talk afterwards about how hot she was as we had rough, drunk, post-party sex.

Grace was always the drunkest person at any party. She was always the wildest and most out of control. She was flirtatious, called her friends (all of whom were men) “baby” and sat on their knees. Sometimes when she thought no one was looking, she would let her hand wander up their thighs and rub their crotches through their jeans. I wondered if she was sleeping with all of them or if she was just a tease.

For those who have been following my adventures, you’ll know James and I recently began an open relationship and that we’ve both been using an online “dating” ap. A few weeks ago, to my surprise, I stumbled across Grace’s profile. I hesitated for a long time trying to decide what to do. I found Grace extremely attractive, but I didn’t want my open relationship to be public knowledge on campus. I didn’t want to get asked heaps of questions about it or have to defend my life choices. In the end though, I decided to risk it and right swipe.

We matched. I had no idea what to do. I sent her a message asking not to mention any of this to anyone on campus. She reassured me that she wasn’t planning on doing that and asked me to do the same. We made some small talk and conversation died down. I wondered if she had just right swiped me as a joke because we knew each other. Either way though, I thought it would be nice to make friends with her after so many years of feeling weirdly jealous of her. After about a week of waiting for her to message me again, I got brave and messaged saying I thought we should get a coffee some time because it seems like we have some things in common. She said yes (!!!) and suggested we take a coffee break together on campus one day.

She invited me for a coffee with a friend of hers, so as a result, we couldn’t really discuss having matched on the dating ap. We just chatted about uni, people we knew on campus, food, I don’t even know what else. Just completely talked shit. Grace and I are both very sarcastic and we laughed at each other’s snide remarks. I was so nervous. I made awkward, prolonged eye contact with her way too many times. As we both headed back to our offices, Grace said, “I’ll see you on Thursday?” “What’s happening on Thursday?” “Coffee?”

So smooth. Obviously I said yes. On Thursday, she came to coffee alone. We met in the late afternoon, so the café was nearly empty. We spent the entire time talking about our experiences with online dating. We swapped good stories, bad stories and fantasies. I told her about the couple I’ve been seeing and how that has been a lifelong fantasy of mine (the link to that story is at the end of this one). She agreed, and told me how much she loves threesomes. “I would love to find a couple to have threesomes with. It’s like, let me be your unicorn!”

Grace texted me that afternoon and suggested we meet for a drink one evening. I said that sounded great and asked if I should bring James. She said she didn’t mind either way. I said I didn’t mind either but that I thought James would like to come along, so she told me to go ahead and bring him.

So two nights ago now, we met at a small bar. I wore dark purple lipstick, black eyeliner, a pink crop top and a choker. I picked out a pair of pink satin panties and decided not to wear a bra. Grace was about 15 minutes late. By the time she arrived, James and I were already chatting away and sipping cocktails. She ordered a gin and tonic and joined us. Grace was wearing red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner, a black button-down shirt with the top button done up and a denim jacket. There was something very sexy about the way she crossed her legs and perched on the edge of her seat as she giggled.

We talked about boring things at first. Music, friends, uni. Grace confessed to me that she had always wanted to be friends with me in our undergraduate years, but said she was afraid to approach me because I seemed too cool to be her friend. I was filled with regret about not approaching her earlier.

Two rounds of drinks in, the conversation turned to experiences with online dating. We told her about Amy (from my first story which I’ll post the link to if anyone asks). I went to the bathroom and came back to find that Grace and James had ordered a bottle of wine. There were three full glasses on the table, but James said, “So are we going back to yours?” He later explained to me that he had his hand on her crotch under the table and that she was grinding her hips into his hand. That’s my boy. Confident as ever.

Grace giggled. “Ummm… Yeah we can go back to mine, but it’s really messy. I haven’t cleaned, I wasn’t expecting us to go back there”. We said ours was fine too, but Grace’s house was closer, so we finished the wine and headed there. We picked up another bottle of wine on the way. Grace had mentioned how she hates having sex sober. In the taxi, James held Grace’s hand and Grace held my hand. I wanted to tell them to stop it, because it was extremely obvious to the taxi driver what was going on, but there was something exciting and exhibitionist about it.

We arrived at Grace’s apartment. It wasn’t that messy. She had a record player and a big collection of albums. She put on Bon Iver because it was already in the record player. I found some glasses and poured us each a glass of wine. We sat on the couch, Grace sat in the middle, and we joked about the inappropriateness of the depressing music Grace had chosen.

Now, dear reader, I have to confess that a lot of the details past this point are fuzzy. We were all drunk, and I am sure some of this is going to be recollected out of order, but I’ll tell you what I can remember.

**Sexy things begin here:**

Grace leaned in towards James and kissed him deeply. As they kissed, I reached over and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a strappy triangle bra ([this one](http://hopelesslingerie.com/collections/classics/products/suzy-bralette-classic)). James climbed off the couch, pulled off Grace’s jeans and panties, and buried his face between her legs. I kissed her and ran my hands all over her thin, toned body. I pulled one mesh cup of her bra out of the way with my teeth, sucked on her nipple and bit it gently. Grace had small, perky tits, probably an A cup, with small areola and large, pink nipples. I kissed her arms, her neck, her stomach and chest. She moaned non-stop like a god damn porn star. Grace didn’t shave her armpits or her pussy, so they were covered in short, soft, blonde fuzz which I thought was adorable.

James lifted his head and murmured, “You have a very nice pussy”. I said, “Let me see,” and swapped places with him. Grace had a clit hood piercing adorned with blue stones. She had a small, pink labia and a prominent clit. I made soft, tentative circles around the perimeter of her labia and slowly brought them closer in to her clit, gradually increasing the pressure I was applying. She tasted fantastic. The noises she was making were definitely encouraging. I pried her labia open and then slid my middle finger up into her, which went in easily because she was soaking wet. I found her g-spot and rubbed it gently. This got a very positive reaction. She bucked her hips into my face and moaned louder, so I went faster and harder, and within maybe 2 minutes, she was having an orgasm. She screamed, lifted her feet up into the air and put them on my shoulders as she came.

We moved into the bedroom and pulled off what was left of our clothes. Grace looked at James’s well above average cock, then looked at me, back to it, back to me, and exclaimed with amazement, “You go, girl!”

I laughed. “We’ve been together for 7 years, I’m used to it”. Grace said she needed to go to the bathroom quickly, so while she was out of the room, James grabbed a hold of my hips, pulled me up onto his face and started gently sucking on my clit. Grace walked back in and giggled. She began sucking on James’s cock. I turned around on his face so I could watch her. After a few minutes, she sat up, straddled him and slid him inside her. I heard him moan. We kissed as she rode him. I sucked and bit her nipples and kissed up and down her body. She reached over to her bedside table and pulled out a vibrator which she turned on and pushed against her clit. Soon after this, she moaned, “I’m gonna come!” and cried out again as she had her second orgasm.

James asked us to swap positions with each other, so we did so. Grace used her viabrator to stimulate my clit as I fucked James. She got off him, he sat up and rolled me onto my back. Grace crawled between my legs, pushed her vibrator into me and began to lick my clit as James entered her from behind. Between her moans and heavy breathing, she cried out, “spank me!” James obliged, and I heard the loud smack of his hand against her ass at intervals. She moaned into my crotch every time he hit her. The vibration of her moans was pleasant.

I felt myself teeter on the edge of an orgasm and then lose it about half a dozen times in this position. I demanded that James get behind me and fuck me. I absolutely love the feeling of James’s huge cock pounding me from behind. As he did so, I pushed a finger into Grace again and licked her clit. With my other hand, I started rubbing her asshole with one finger, something I probably wouldn’t have done without asking if I hadn’t been drunk and disinhibited. Luckily, it was well received. She bucked her hips into me and moaned. I grabbed lube from her bedside table and put some on my finger before plunging it into her ass. She gasped, “harder, harder!!” I did as she said, and felt her vaginal walls contract hard around my finger a few times as she came.

I looked up at her, smiled, and said, “Are we going to be friends at uni now?” She laughed and said, “Yes, of course!” I immediately felt like a drunk idiot and like that was the least smooth thing I’d ever said. Imagine how awkward it would have been if she said no. She later told me that she actually found it reassuring because she was worried I’d be “done with her” after we fucked.

I roughly threw James onto his back and Grace got down between his legs. I followed her. She licked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip, sucked on the head a little, then started sucking on his balls. I bobbed up and down on his cock and massaged it with my tongue as I started fingering his ass, concentrating on rubbing his prostate. He made some amazing noises. He later told me it was one of the highlights for him.

Grace got on top of me in a 69 position. I had absolutely lost all inhibition at this point and just went to town on her. I had never rimmed anyone before, but I was so drunk and horny that any reservations I had previously had about doing so went out the window. I licked all the way from her clit, up the soaking wet opening to her vagina to her asshole. She moaned and did the same to me. James kneeled behind her and pushed his cock into her pussy, giving me an amazing view of him pumping in and out of her. I continued licking her pussy and ass, the base of his cock and his balls.

James was incredibly hard, but told us he felt like he might be too drunk to come (he’s difficult to get off at the best of times). I told him these things happen and not to worry about it. He really wanted to come on Grace’s face… We’ll have to do that next time. We slept at her house, all of us cuddled up in her king size bed. I think we had about three hours sleep.

Grace and I got coffee together at uni the next day. We wanted to kiss, but were aware of where we were… So just before she needed to leave for work, we snuck off together into the bathrooms. We locked ourselves in a disabled toilet stall, I pushed her against the wall, and we made out passionately for 10 minutes, making her late for work. While we made out, we heard our conservative, almost certainly straight colleagues coming and going. We had to try to be quiet. The sound of lips and tongues against each other never seemed so deafeningly loud. As we left the bathrooms together, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and commented that she’d gone bright red. She texted me later saying, “We’ve gotta fuck in there”. I’ll update you if that eventuates…

Tell me if this turned you on, I’ll love it.

For those interested, my previous post about the couple: [First Foursome](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4zysvj/first_foursome_mffm_long/)

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