Hi everyone. This is my first story… there is quite a bit of buildup before the actual sex. Hope you don't mind, and hope you like! I have a few other parts already written out that come after, will link after I post.
"Well, it's over," Kim muttered as her bf ex boyfriend closed the Skype window. They had started dating when she was starting high school, and had been together for four years. The entirety of her young adult life, basically, and now it was over.
Back when they were dating, she often thought about how they would deal with college (she was in Philadelphia, he in California). It was more of a fantasy than a worry: him visiting, meeting her new friends; spending thanksgivings together for the first time; maybe a spring break together next year; kissing after months apart. She was looking forward to it all, and now, with one sentence, it had ended. "I'm sorry Kim, but I feel like I need to be single in order to thrive here."
"Well," thought Kim. "Fuck it. I can be single and thrive here too."
She started that night. She put on that push-up bra she had never once wore (gift from a hs friend), high-heels, makeup, and a skimpy navy-blue dress. Kim felt sexy, and liked the feeling of her runner's thighs pressing against the fabric.
Her roommate lent her a fake id and gave her a shot of vodka. "Go to the bar on Lincoln, it's where all the hot guys hang out.", she said. Kim took the shot and left, alone.
As she walked to the bar, she couldn't stop thinking of her ex. Who was he with? Did he lover her? Did she love him?
"Stop thinking about him" she told herself. "Focus on your walk, feel your body, think of all the men inside who will be fighting over you." Kim imagined men in tight shirts dancing with her on a packed dance floor, hot and sweaty and dark. It gave her courage.
Kim opened the door, and immediately realized she was ridiculously overdressed.
The bar was basically empty. Some 90's song was playing on the jukebox. Some kids were throwing darts along the back wall. Kim blushed instantly, embarrassed, self conscious about her heels and her slutty dress and her makeup. She was about to leave when she thought "well, I'm here already, might as well have one drink."
She sat at the bar, uncertain of what to order. A cosmo? A martini? Truth be told, Kim had never been in a bar before. The bartender was looking on her with a bemused face, Kim was stuttering, getting redder every second, when a voice interrupted.
"She'll just have a bourbon, straight. And a ginger ale."
Kim, in her embarrassment, hadn't noticed him when she walked in. She saw him now. He had olive skin, dark curly hair, unshaven. Green eyes under black rimmed glasses, wide shoulders under a green and black fleece shirt. In his hands was a book with greek on the cover, very academic looking. Incredibly handsome.
His name was Alex. He was 31, the youngest assistant professor of classical studies at the University. He bought her a second whiskey and she learned that he was Israeli and had gotten his PhD in ancient greek at the university after finishing his compulsory tour with the Israeli army. Now he was an assistant prof. Up and coming.
She lied (how could she not?), and told him she was 22, recently out of college. He was kind, funny, and by the end of the second bourbon Kim told herself "I'm going to let this guy fuck me tonight."
By the time they got to his place she was three bourbons in and couldn't keep her hands off him. He kissed her the hallway to his apartment, pressing her against the wall, one of her legs on the floor and the other wrapped around his back. He stumbled to the door, fumbling with the keys, while she wrapped an arm around his waist, squeezing his cock over his pants, feeling it get hard under her fingers.
She was feeling fiery when they got to his room, and she made him sit on the edge of his bed while she got on her knees and unbuckled his pants. "I'm going to suck him better, more greedily, deeper, than I ever sucked my ex" she thought.
At this point Alex didn't know what had gotten into this girl. He was simply admiring her body in her tight dress, her tits spilling out of her cleavage. He had always been a nerd–manly, rugged and handsome, yes–but always a nerd. Never had he had what looked like a slutty girl from a nightclub at his knees sucking his cock.
Kim was loving the thought of his dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, comparing it to the only other cock she'd ever sucked. Alex's was bigger, darker, saltier, delicious. His hands were on her hair caressing her while she sucked him. She started to play with his shaft with her palm while she sucked his tip, and knew it was the right thing to do when he started moaning in a language she didn't understand.
She kept sucking him, tugging his shaft, playing with his balls, when she felt his hands make a clump of her hair, his cock press up into her mouth and then three long spurts of cum land on her tongue.
She pulled her mouth off his dick and was about to spit his cum out when she reconsidered. She had never swallowed her ex, but this was different. This was new Kim. So she looked up at him, into his eyes, holding the cum in her mouth, and smiled. Then, after smiling, she swallowed. Slowly, deliberately, making sure Alex could tell what she was doing. She couldn't believe how nice it felt to do this, how much more she enjoyed this than giving her ex blowjobs in his car, worried she'd be seen. It felt good to feel slutty.
"You're amazing," said Alex in his accent. "But you missed a spot". He moved his thumb to her face, picked up a drop of his cum from the corner of her mouth, and rubbed it on her lips. "Now it's my turn."
He picked her up, and laid her on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and she could see his olive chest, incredibly toned and with hard abs. "I can't believe he was hiding these treasures under that loose shirt," she thought. He started to kiss her thighs, run his hands over her skin, up her dress, pulling it down. Her bra unclasped at the front and he undid that too, her tits spilling out for his hands to play with while his mouth kissed the inside of her legs.
He hiked her dress up to her hips and let out a little gasp when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. He looked up at her with a quizzical look on his face, and all she could do was bite her lower lip, smile, and say: "I guess I really was hoping to get fucked tonight." As soon as she finished saying that her eyes closed, because he pressed his lips onto her pussy and began to lick her.
He licked her pussy softly, focusing on the labia and the area around her clit, avoiding it, teasing it. Only when she started to moan did he begin to lick her clit, softly, with the underside of his tongue. He kept this rhythm, gentle, consistent, bringing her closer to orgasm. Then, when he felt like she was about to start her climax, he took two fingers and slid them inside her.
Even though he kept his fingers still, the mere change in sensation of having them in her was enough to prevent her from orgasming, but now every feeling was twice as intense. Again, she felt an orgasm coming on, harder than before. Again her body began the slightest shiver, and again, at just the right moment he began to move his fingers, and the change stopped her from cumming.
The feeling was not at all like losing an orgasm because she was interrupted… no, it was like two orgasms piled on top of each other, building on each other. He was now moving his fingers in her, while his tongue kept the same metronomic licking of her clit. The pleasure, pent up from the two orgasms was too much now, she was moaning, screaming, vocalizing like she had never done before. Her orgasms were usually gentle things, rolling waves of pleasure, but now her body was rocking back and forth, her hips bucking, violently pushing off the bed, his strong arms holding her in place. It was like nothing she'd felt before; it was three orgasms piled one on top of each other, she was screaming, moaning, grunting, squealing, making noises she'd never made, her calves wrapping around his head, pushing it into her, "fuck" she screamed, "Fuck", "FUCK", "FUCK!" and let a long "aaaaah" as she collapsed into his bed, spent.
He laid next to her, softly, and she put her head on his chest.
"My boyfriend didn't like doing that" she said
"You have a boyfriend?"
"I mean, my ex" she answered, a bit too quickly.
He was quiet for a minute. "You're not 22, are you?", he asked.
She thought about lying, but came clean. Softly: "…no. I'm 19."
Eventually, she told him the whole story. It was her first week in college. The breakup that same day. Her first time at a real bar. Her clothes.
He laughed, kindly. Oh, he understood. He had lost his first "love" too, it happened to everyone.
"Are you still going to let me fuck you?" She asked. She was concerned he didn't like her anymore.
"I'd love to", he said. "But no. I'll tell you why. You're young. You're hot. You just broke up with your boyfriend… you don't need a guy like me. You need to be fucking every guy in sight."
"That's what I'm planning to do," she said.
"I'd like that. But here's a secret about sex," he answered. "It's about variety. Fuck as many different kinds of men as you can. You never know what you'll like."
"You mean like, black guys, white guys, asian guys?" She asked.
"No… I mean, fuck aggressive guys. Fuck submissive guys. Fuck football players. Fuck nerds. I'm serious. In fact, I'll tell you what: tomorrow, I want you to talk to a boy from class. A shy one. Invite him out that very night. Go out, dressed exactly as you are dressed now. And fuck him. And when you're done, I want you to come back here and tell me all about it. Think of me as your mentor. Deal?"
"Deal" she answered.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2alfxe/life_after_a_college_breakup_parts_02_mf