This is more of a narrative and it sets up a ton more stories that, I promise, will get raunchier- case in point it kept getting removed because my paragraphs were too long???
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Sexual stuff at ***
Some years ago, I met my college roommates in my freshman dorm. My suitemate was random, and the pair across the living area knew each other. We all luckily got along fine and as the year progressed, we all became really close friends, which was great because the three of them were from the local area and I was about 5 hours from home.
During this first year together, we all got acquainted with each others friends. Specifically, my random roommate, Sam, had an on again/off again GF, Sara, that would come over and visit a lot- drinking, getting high, playing games etc. Immediately I knew there was some sort of connection there with me and Sara, topped off by the fact that Sam told me that Sara thought I was hot one night when he was drunk.
I am admittedly good looking- I am half Indian (mom) and half French (dad) with dusty brown hair, about 5-10, and have played soccer at a high level my entire life until college. So im fit, but not ripped or overly muscular. I did well in high school with the ladies. Sara wasnt the hottest girl but she was super cute- very girl next door. She had auburn hair, small tits (one of them pierced, which you could see through her shirts cause she often went braless), and a nice fat ass from volleyball.
Anytime Sam invited Sara over for anything, I was overtly flirty with her, and once I saw that she was returning the attention, I started becoming more touchy as well. This was until she and Sam decided to start up dating again. I didnt want to rock the boat with him and the other roomies, so I cut it off, mostly. I couldnt help but keep the most basic of flirting.
This was all fine and good until one day during spring break when Sara had invited us all over to her house to chill and watch movies. Since Sara, Sam, and our other roommates (forgot to mention their names- Colin and Cory) were all local, they were already at their homes. I, however was not, and was also without a car. In our groupchat where she invited us all, I asked anyone for a ride.
Sara responded and said she had something to do on campus anyways, so she could pick me up on her way home and gave everyone a time- this wasnt odd or suspicious because of our tight knit group. Separately she texted me and said she would be on campus within the hour, giving her plenty of time to care of what she needed and to get me before everyone else came. She got to campus, took care of her stuff, and picked me up even more quickly than expected, so by the time we got to her house, we had about an hour to blow.
At this point, my Spidey Senses are going off a bit because I thought it was odd that she would be taking care of something that day, rather than waiting until she was back on campus full time the next week. I shrugged it off and thought maybe she was just being nice and getting two birds with once stone? However, when she did get me, I could tell something wasnt quite normal.
We drove the 20 minutes to get to her house and it was pretty normal until Sara parked on the street. She had to 3 point turn and when she was backing up, she “accidentally” (and awkwardly) grabbed my neck instead of the back of the headrest. She apologized, but her hand stayed there a bit longer than normal. Again, pretty normal but not quite normal.
Sara’s mom was home, but she couldnt care less that I was there or that anyone else was coming. I had never met the woman, and she didnt so much as lift her head from the downstairs TV and look my way when we came in. Sara and I climbed up the steps to her media room and she immediately puts on Jeopardy and we sit near each other on a large sectional. I am hyper competitive so I say “lets keep score”. I rattle off a couple of correct answers, then she gets one right and I know at that time we wont really be able to keep track unless we write it down.
Sara is the type of person to have a pen on her at all times, so she whips that out and says that she doesnt have anything to write on. For whatever reason, she tosses the pen to me and starts rummaging around for some scrap paper, but finding nothing. Finally she settles back down beside me, closer than she was before, and says to “just tally on her legs”. Sara is wearing some short jean shorts that I dont truly notice fit her very tightly until that exact moment. Its also in that exact moment when I know that shes trying something with me. Not wanting to misread, I write both of our names on her firm quads and tally a few for me and one for her. As I get more and more correct questions (thank god we had some categories I could answer) I more liberally use up space until my hand is right at the hem of her shorts.
She is clearly breathing heavily at this point in time, so with the next correct answer, I actually push up her shorts to make more room. I then think to ask “what sort of stakes are we playing for here?” leaving the ball in her court. Semi hot and heavy, she defers to me to decide. Being a part of the friend group and knowing her decently well, I know that she is one of those chicks that enjoys giving head, so I decide to go for broke and say “loser blows or eats out the winner”.
It was like she knew she was setting me up for it, because she agrees before I even finish and proceeds to answer several questions in a row correct, evening up the score and having me second guess my bet (although I also think that I wouldnt mind going down on her). At this point, im not even taking my hand away from her leg after each tally and its resting almost completely in her lap, close to her vagina. The next few questions go by and neither of us get them right and we are rapidly getting towards the end of the show.
I end up getting a couple more questions correct and she concedes defeat. Even though im completely hard now, I give her the chance to back down. She tells me that “a win is a win” and starts to pull down my shorts. We are past the point of time where I can feel conflicted about my friend slash roommates girlfriend sucking my dick, so I push any shame or fear of being caught away- I am also enthralled with the semi-high way im feeling combined with the anticipatory pleasure of having my dick sucked because I had never been a part of a cheating pairing before.
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Sara has my dick fully out now and shifts from beside me on the couch to the floor in front of me. I am not blessed with a huge dick; the compliment ive gotten a few times is that I have a “pretty penis”. Its almost 6 inches and is decently girthy, but shit, ill take pretty over tiny any day of the week. Sara has my dick in her hand and is slowly jerking me off, teasing me for whatever reason- after all, id been hard for half of the game show and she had to know it.
She looks up at me and says “Fuck Sam” and takes me all the way down to the hilt. The combo of hearing her say that and deepthroating me within a split second of each other really threw me for a loop, but again, I was hooked on this cheating feeling. She looked up at me while she was bobbing up and down on my dick, sucking and swirling her tongue as much as she could. I knew I wouldnt last long, but I am one to push my luck, so I then do a few things at once:
I tell her that “she looks hot as fuck on her knees, in front of me, blowing her BFs friend”,
I grab her head with one hand and shove her down, so that she gags on it a bit, and
I get my phone out with my other hand.
When I release the hand holding her head, I look at her then the phone and ask if I could take a few pics “to jerk off to later” and hold my breath while she thinks about it. She gets completely off my dick, looks at me, looks at the phone, takes my dick as deep as she can again, comes back completely off, and tells me to “cum on her face and take a pic of that to jerk off to”.
That was one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me, so im right on the urge of busting now. I tell her to “play with my balls with her hand while she sucks my dick” and she does me one better by swapping positioning and putting one testicle completely in her mouth while vigorously jerking me off and I just know im going to cum asap. I let her know and she keeps my ball in her mouth until she can feel a shift in me, then she backs off and continues to jerk me until I spew thick ropes on her face. She is being hardcore and keeps her eyes open the whole time while looking me in my eyes as I cum on her face. After I finish, she tells me to snag the pics now. I do and then she cleans me off with one last suck and an audible “pop” of her mouth on my dick before disappearing to the attached bathroom.
At this point, deep shame and regret starts to settle in with my post nut clarity. I still dont know what set her off to want to do this, and im not sure I want to. Im actually thinking that ignoring it would be the best move for me. For fucks sake, her BF and the rest of our friends could be there at any minute!
She comes out of the bathroom almost at the same time that Cory and Colin come up, so we cant really discuss what happened. Her face was completely washed off and her leg was a little red where she rubbed hard to get the ink off. She completely ignored what had happened and I tried to match her nonchalant-ness. I dont think that Cory or Colin noticed me acting weird or her leg, but I was nervous as fuck the entire time.
Sam showed up quite a bit later (hes always late) but by that time, her leg was back to normal. Again, the entire hang sesh I was super guilt ridden, but I couldnt help but get a little chub when thinking about how hot my interaction with Sara was, and right where we were all sitting! We hung out into the night, and in a semi-sick twist of fate, I was invited to stay over with Sam when we all left Sara’s later that night, so that no one would have to drive me back to campus. I accepted the invitation.
Later that night, while im laying on his futon in his room, thinking about what happened and making sure he’s asleep, I pull up the photos on my phone of Sara sitting on the ground with my cum on her face and get hard. It takes a lot of will to not go jerk off in his bathroom.
I eventually fall asleep and surprisingly sleep well and (unsurprisingly) dream of Sara sucking me off more. As fate would have it, when I wake up, I have a one-word text from Sara just saying: “More”.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w15g00/scene_setting_sara_fm