The turfs always greener on the other side? (M/F)

The turfs always greener on the other side? (M/F)

This is the story of my friend Jen and takes place back in my sophomore year of college about 8 years ago.

Jen and I had grown up going to all of the same schools from 1st grade forward. We would were never really good friends but would occasionally hang out as part of larger groups and got along just fine. She was always a decent looking girl but nothing to write home about. That was, until our junior year of high school. My buddies and I would joke later on that you could almost point at a calendar and note the exact day the Jen got hot. Let me describe her: Jen was tallish, 5’9″ or so, probably 120lbs, long legs terminating at a tight round butt, long dark hair, pert B cups and freckles.

All sounds good right? One major problem; she was in a long term relationship, something around 3 years with a guy who wasn’t even close to in her league. He was a couple years older and looked like Shrek. More importantly perhaps was the fact that I had zero game. None. Not even a little.

So away to the first year of college we go. I’m a soccer player so I’ve got that going on, I did typical school stuff but was awful at meeting people and therefore not getting laid on the regular at all. By the end of my high school career and freshman year I had been with 3 girls. Woohoo. During the middle and end of freshman year Jen and I stayed in pretty consistent contact (Thanks AIM, you da real MVP). She joined a sorority at her school and had cut off things with her long time high school bf and had started dating some new guy but we had formed a pretty good friendship.

During winter break we hung out with our group of friends and were a little closer but nothing to speak of so back to our separate schools we went. Right away spring Jen messaged me saying we needed to plan a big summer bash before we would all end up going back to school, drinks, BBQ, swimming, more drinks. I was all for it and started planning what was to be the first annual bash at my parents house. Jen had become the cohost and had done a lot of the planning with everyone’s schedule to maximize attendance and it went great. Everyone got hammered and had a great time. This included Jen’s bf but she seemed to indicate they were on the outs.

Fast forward to the next week and I’m back at school early for soccer preseason. Any college athlete knows that during preseason you pretty much train, eat, sleep and lay around as there is no one else on campus yet and you’re generally tired/lazy as hell. So I spent time between practices and laying around messaging Jen and whoever else wasn’t doing anything. It was right before she went back to school she mentioned that her and her man had split and she’d love to come down for a weekend to watch one of my games and drink excessively. I was all for it but doubted it would actually happen so didn’t think much of it after agreeing.

Well 3 weeks later wouldn’t you know Jen say she’s coming down Friday. I had a home game Saturday morning and we could get weird Saturday night. Immediately I’m optimistic but tell her I may be boring as I don’t drink really the night before games so on Friday we would probably just sit around. She says that fine and a couple nights later makes the 2 hr drive from her school to mine. It’s about 8 and I go down to her car and bring her stuff up to my room. I had a nice little set up in my small room with a futon and the beds bunked but it was good. Best surprise of the weekend was my roommate was going to be gone for Friday night (but back on Saturday).

She comes in. We sit on the couch and she asks for a drink and says I should have one too. I give in and make us so moderate strength captain and cokes and we settle in on the futon. We had something mindless on tv and I’m sitting at the right side of the futon next to the fridge and she’s laying down stretched out with her head just next to my right leg. I have no recollection of what we’re talking about at all (probably school or friends from home or something inconsequential) and I looked down at her and see what I can only describe as a glimmer.

My thought process went as follows:
“She came down here, she must be interested somewhat.”
“She’s single! And hot!”
“Wait, what was that look on her face?”
“Go for it! Do something!”

So I went for it. I leaned in and the first kiss was great. I can best describe it as some kind of Spider-Man angle being how she was laying down facing the other direction it was upside down of sorts. Apparently that’s all it took. We started making out like horny teenagers (Plot twist: we were horny teenagers) and I quickly disposed of her shirt and bra and moved quickly to suck and nibble on her freckle covered breasts. They weren’t the biggest I had ever seen but they were perfect with tan lines and the freckles, a great pertness to them and fantastic nipples. She let out cute little moans as I moved back to up make out with her feverishly. Wasting no time I slipped the button of her jeans and slid my hand into her thong. She was wet and smooth and tight. I yanked her thong down and inserted two fingers into her as we now stood making out. Without warning I pushed her down onto the couch and moved to go down on her. Now at this time in my life I had only gone down on one other girl and genuinely had no clue what I was doing but that did not stop me from giving the old ‘college try’. I dove in lapping at her and alternating between stick my tongue in as deep as possible and flicking her clit to varying degrees of success. She seemed to be enjoying herself none the less and I stood up to look down on her. Her ass and pussy were hanging off the front of the futon with her head against the back and her knees pushed up on either side next to her head. It is perhaps the longest standing image from this experience I have engrained in my memory. She looked incredible.

As I’m standing there I say, “How come you’re completely naked and I still have all my clothes on?” Jen giggled slightly as a demonic look came over her. She jumped off the futon and started taking my shirt off before yanking down my sweatpants and boxers. Jen stroked me briefly before taking me into her mouth. I’d love to say that it was the best head I’d ever received in my life but even with my little experience it was fairly mediocre.

I pushed her back into that beautiful position on the futon and positioned myself.
“Do I need a condom?”
“I’m on the pill!”
Enough said. I slid myself in slowly and like any minorly experienced teenage boy began pumping away in earnest. She looked fantastic spread open gripping my dick firmly and her pert breasts bouncing slightly. Jen was fairly audible and I remember thinking how my buddy next door was probably able to hear her cry out with every thrust.

We changed positions a few times. From missionary to her on top to doggy back to missionary. What she lacked in experience on top she made up for in enthusiasm while taking it from behind. We had been going for probably 30 minutes or so and were a sweaty heap of humanity on the futon. We laid there laughing about how gross we were for 10 or 15 minutes beaming in the way the weekend had started.

She got up with a jolt.
“We need a shower!”
No complaints from me. I’d never had shower sex before. We wrapped up in towels and ran across the hall to the dorm bathrooms and into one of the shower stalls.

It took all of 30 seconds in there before we were making out violently, slamming each other into the walls of the stall. I knew in here her height would be ideal. I was hard right away and I pressed her against the wall and entered her from behind. The feeling of her fantastic pussy and the warm water washing over us was fantastic. There was no I would last.

She turned around facing me and I lifted her left leg and entered her. Our foreheads pressed together as we both look down watching me pump in and out of her.
“You fuck me so good!”
That was it.
I was done for.
I came what I can only imagine was buckets of cum inside of her. She squealed at the sensation. We kissed feverishly, washed and went to bed for the night. Not a bad start, not bad at all.

The next morning I had my soccer game. We won if I remember correctly. My parents took us out to brunch (awkward) and we carried on with the rest of the day. We just hung out with my friends and did nothing particularly eventful until the evening.

We had a few drinks around my dorm. We were going to be heading to one of the frat houses (how exciting) later on. It was a very small town. Not much to do so drinking excessively was all their was.

We walked in the door of your typically grimy frat house. Jen is getting eyes from everyone. She’s hot. I know it. I’m going to show her off and I tell her to have fun chatting with people and I’ll be back shortly. Guys are making passes at her left and right and she’s enjoying herself. She’s talking to one of my buddies from soccer and eyeing me from across the room. We haven’t even been there 30 minutes when she walks over.

“We need to have sex. Now.”

Yes ma’am. We left and started walking back to campus. It was cold and miserable outside as we made our way back. She had on a light jacket and we were both shivering slightly.

Now earlier in the day I had joked about having sex on the soccer field. Our new ‘stadium’ was just about done with construction and the little orange fence was not an obstacle. I brought it up again. She gave me a look and nodded with a big grin on her face. We marched passed my dorm and up the hill to the stadium, through the little orange construction fence, across the track and onto the field.
“I was thinking the center dot?”
She laughed and kept walking on. We got there and started making out immediately. I shoved my cold hand down her jeans to find her wet already. I laid her jacket down on the turf and placed her on her jacket. We hurriedly got her out of her pants and slid mine down. I entered her as quickly as possible. This was nothing romantic about this experience. We were cold, drunk and horny.

Now this is the funny part of the experience. Anyone who plays any type of sports on the newer turf knows those little rubber pellets that they put down.
Those.
Were.
Everywhere.
On my knees, on my dick, inside of her. Everywhere. No place was safe. We didn’t finish. We were too cold. We got back to my dorm room to unfortunately find my roommate and his girlfriend in there awake. We couldn’t finish. The agony.

She left the next morning back to her school. It was a great weekend and we had quite a few more but nothing beats that first time. Turns out the turf is greener on the other side.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5581yp/the_turfs_always_greener_on_the_other_side_mf