[M]y first [F]uckbuddy in a new city – [cheating]

I met Laura the day I started graduate school at our program’s welcome night for new students. I had moved across the country to start this program in Oregon, found an apartment on craigslist, knew no one in the new city, and knew I needed to fuck her the moment I met her and her strikingly beautiful eyes. She was a new student in the program as well but was from the area, had attended the school prior for her undergraduate degree, and, because of her familiarity with the program faculty, had become a sort of de facto welcome leader for the program’s cohort. She was tall, probably 5’9″ – a couple inches shorter than me -, thin, and had those gorgeous doe-like eyes to fit her Zoe Dechanel like vibes. She was wearing a bright yellow dress, clearly showing off her pale skin, impressive tits, and long thin legs. She was probably a 7 or so by big city standards but she looked like a girl designed specifically to make me strain against my pants. She was fucking perfect. Artsy bangs, cute runner’s ass, and these full tits that had no business being on a girl that thin.

We clicked immediately. She had made her rounds around the room chatting with our fellow new students, I approached her after whatever icebreakers and speeches from the faculty that followed. I asked her where the best place to get a beer was in the nearby neighborhood – how I had moved in without knowing much about the area – normal engaging chatter while my mind wandered with thoughts of the noises she’d make while she sat on my face.
She talked about some breweries nearby she and her friends enjoyed. We made plans to get some our other classmates together to try them out that weekend. She waited until those beers were in front of us to bring up her boyfriend. We became friends, and I found myself hanging out with her college friends and her more often than not on the weekends throughout my first semester.

Those weekends were filled with dive bars, a concert or two, late night dancing, tequila, and even a halloween party – and not once included this boyfriend. Sometimes we stuck to a group of only our fellow graduate classmates, but regularly we hung out with her local circle of friends – so I knew them pretty well. Knew the boyfriend was real. Being the good natured guy that I am I never made a move, drunken or otherwise, appreciating the circle of friends I had joined and exploring the local single scene on unrelated occasions. However, Laura was not a subtle gal. From the first few times we all hung out, I knew I had her attention. She laughed. She touched my arm. She invited me to every social outing in existence. Her boyfriend apparently never had the time or care to join. Ah well, maybe I’m the work husband type of deal. Entertain the hot classmate, but respectfully so.

I leave one weekend to attend a friend’s wedding back home. A slightly less interesting but relevant story – I hook up with an old friend, a classic the-smoking-hot-girl-when-we-were-16-and-now-we’re-26-and-at-a-wedding fling. Great times. I return to school. We’re out at a local place famous for 25 cent tacos (on a thursday, not tuesday, no less) and dollar PBRs. I regale to my new friends around the table – how was the wedding? – oh amazing, I had sex with the girl we were all in love with back in high school! What a moment. Laura’s face goes hilariously-noticeably rigid with concern. She’s jealous. She realizes she shouldn’t be. She doesn’t care. She decides to take matters into her own hands. And mouth. And a few other places.
The crew’s leaving the taco establishment. Hey, do you want to watch a movie or something, she says. She offers my place. I know I have no couch just a bed. I know she knows I have no couch. We climb into my bed and netflix for chilling. She’s immediately on top of me.
I do – and this is true – manage a What about your Boyfriend? She quickly replies I have no boyfriend. This is news to me. She implies she’s going to break up with him officially after we fuck. I take her word for it.

Her shirt and bra are off immediately. These tits. I above all else will miss these tits until my dying days. Perfectly firm. Pale. Gorgeous. Just so much bigger than such a thin gal should have. Lets go with grapefruit size. Nothing overwhelming, nothing with too much give. Just the most beautiful round gropable bitable fucking need them in my mouth at every manageable moment set of tits I’ve encountered.

We make out for a long while, Ive got her tits in my mouth, she’s grinding into my bulging lap. I’m groping her tight little but very perky ass. She pauses, looks down at my jeans. After a moment of I guess final recognition of her current betrayal of monogomy she near-groans the words “fuck it.” Quickly undoes my belt and down go the levis and my boxer briefs.

I’ve got a nice cock. It’s not overwhelmingly long or anything. Right at six inches. But it’s thick, particularly with a sizeable thick head (cut) on it. It seems to get good reviews historically. The most common phrase I hear – you’ve got a nice cock. Laura goes with – fuuuuck. She starts stroking me with both hands wrapped together. Tells me she’s only ever fucked her “ex” (current) boyfriend. This now-second cock in her possession is much bigger, she says. I smile and flip her around – she’s on her back now, and it’s my turn to pull off the rest of her clothes.

She apologizes for some bush – I’m incredulous as to why. She says clearly she wasn’t expecting to get laid tonight. I tell her it’s nothing to apologize for and spread her legs for my face first approach. I take my time with my hands, my breath, kissing her thighs. Running my fingers around her ass, her hip bones, lightly brushing against her slit from time to time. I’ve got those gorgeous porcelain legs spread as far back as they’ll go and she’s drenched from anticipating my mouth on her pussy. I’m going to town on her and her fingers clutch the back of my head as she starts telling me how much she’s needed this. How much she’s going to need my cock. How she’s going to pull me away before class for a fuck. How she wants to swallow me in the parking lot sometime soon. She’s gasping, I’ve got two fingers inside her tight cunt and we’re giving it the tried and true come hither motion while my tongue laps with even and consistent pressure on her clit. Fireworks.

She demands my cock. I oblige. I have her legs propped up on my shoulders. I wonder what my upstairs neighbors who I still don’t know much but know exactly what TV shows they watch in the evening must be thinking. They have a kid too. He probably can here the shit coming out of Laura’s mouth too…it’s really not that late at night. Awkward.

And fuuuuuck is she tight, and just gushing wet. It’s as hot a fuck as I have ever had and she’s on top for a bit telling me similar compliments. She’s grinding. She’s telling me all the ways and locations she wants me to fuck her in the now inevitable future fucks to be had. I play with her ass a little bit. She chuckles and I assume as a way of disarming that avenue of requests, she says – I want your cock in my mouth.

Go wash it off first.

Whaaaat? Now I’m not the most sexually experienced guy, but I’ve had enough hook ups of the sex and oral and sex and oral variety to think this request is mighty strange. But, as ever so with everything else she requests through this night, I oblige. I wash her juices off my cock, wondering had I ever done that before and come back to bed. She slides down my side and sucks me off for a few minutes. She’s enthusiastic, which in my book is the most important skill in cock sucking – though her other grades would be lower for things like stamina, depth, and grip. But it’s great. She really wants me to come in her cute little mouth and her jaw is pretty sore already and she’s trying to position herself in a number of ways to alleviate this. She also immediately asks me to hold all of her hair up while she works on me, clearly enjoying my grip on her head and the rhythm with which I can slowly pump deeper into her throat. It’s heaven.

I haven’t had you from behind yet I mention while she’s paused at one point. She’s surprised. I’ve decided I need it though. Who knows, maybe tomorrow’s conversation with the boyfriend leads to reconciliation and all our future fucks remain day dreams down the road. I can’t pass up watching her little ass bounce on my hips. She’s clearly a little intimidated, says I’m a little sore from the earlier work you put in but fuck it – doggy is my favorite. Mine too, Laura. Mine too.

God I really don’t know that I have heard guttural moans in bed like the ones she gave me in our final position that evening. Her cheeks are bouncing off me as I pound away, grabbing her hair with my right hand and alternating getting a better grip on her shoulder and groping those cheeks with my left. We fuck for a while longer – I suppose those PBRs have given me the perfect amount of whiskey dick? Who knows. I’m not too drunk and I’m feeling everything and I’m just not coming yet because I suppose the Gods of Fuck have decided to bless me and my cock this fateful night and if this girls going to cheat on her boyfriend well then her pussy is damn going to be reminding of her of it while she’s talking to him tomorrow.

I really want you to come in my mouth. Perhaps the hottest phrase I’ve been told in bed. And as goes the theme of the evening, I oblige. She’s tired, she’s struggling to swallow everything I’m pumping into her. She’s moaning as I cum for her. She lets some run down her chin – says sorry – I make it so very clear that there’s nothing to apologize for.

She officially breaks it off with the boyfriend the next day and our highlight reel fucking would carry on for the next few months.

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Thanks for reading! Long time lurker and enjoyer of GWStories. First time writer.

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