[MF] I (M19) got too drunk on spring break and mixed up which twin sister (F19) I was with

This is a pretty long story with a lot of background. If you wanna skip to the good part, look for the —– although I think all of it could be the good part.

My freshmen year of college, me and three buddies made the pilgrimage to Panama City Beach for a week of debauchery. The beachside hotel we stayed at was in the middle of a long string of hotels where college kids would party together, sharing drinks and drugs, and trying to fuck anything that moved. We were no different, stocking our hotel room with weed we had brought and cheap drinks we got from the liquor store that never blinked at our ridiculous fake IDs.

The first day, we drank and smoked in the sun all day, enjoying the salty gulf air, laughing at our friends stuck back in the Midwest cold. We had made plans to meet up with some new friends that night at a bar about a mile away and by the time we stumbled into the Uber, we were absolutely toast. When we stepped out of the Uber, we were welcomed with an open-air tiki bar with live music and a big dance floor near the ocean. I love to dance (not very good at it), so I immediately ordered us some tequila shots and beers and raced (wobbled) to the dance floor. Before long, there was a group of girls near us and they wordlessly paired up with us.

The girl who magically appeared in front of me was about 5’1″, medium blonde hair, wearing a top that I’m sure showed off her perky B cup tits more than the bikini she was wearing earlier in the day, and had a mini skirt on that was tight around a big ass. At this point in the night, I have tunnel vision and I’m not registering anything going on around me except for what is directly in my line of sight. She backed into me, grinding her ass against my crotch as I wrapped my hands around her waist. After about two songs, she spun around, threw one arm around my neck pulling her closer to me, and her other hand found the outline of my hard dick through my shorts. She put her head against my chest as we danced, taking her hand off my dick only for an instant to guide my hand just under the back of her skirt. We were drunk, lust-filled teenagers, sure that because the dance floor was jam-packed nobody would really notice what we were up to.

We sloppily made out while dancing, groping at each other, me silently thanking whatever God there is for spring break in college, before one of her friends grabbed her hand and pulled her away, saying they had to leave immediately because someone was throwing up and another got kicked out. She looked back at me with a look in her eyes that I interpreted as “hope we see each other again in this life.” I looked around for a familiar face before someone whistled in my ear. I turned to find my buddy with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Hot start to the week, eh?”

“Yeah not too shabby.”

“She was pretty cute, what was her name?”

“No idea, never said a word to each other. Even if we had, don’t think we would’ve heard each other over the bass.”

“Ah, well, it’s a long week. You’ll get another at-bat.”

We called it a night, passed out in our hotel room, and woke up the next day to live a 19 year old’s best version of Groundhog’s Day. Smoke away the majority of the hangover, drink away whatever lingers, and build off that for the rest of the day. I pushed hard to go back to the bar that night, hoping I could find this mystery woman and finish what we started. My friends agreed, and we got to the bar earlier and more sober than the night before. We sat at a table to casually drink and watch some college basketball as people filed in. After an hour or so, one of my friends nudged me and looked towards the door. As fate would have it, a familiar group of girls were walking in. I immediately felt great about where the night would go, confident that this mystery woman had the same mindset I did. I eyed up the girl I had danced with as they made their way deeper into the bar, before my heart instantly dropped out of my chest with a sudden realization.

There was another girl who looked exactly like her.

My eyes darted back and forth between the two, my mind racing to pick out the one I had simulated sex with on the dance floor just the night prior. I tried to recall any distinct features she may have had, but my memories were blurry and nothing concrete was helping. They hadn’t seen us yet, so I turned to my friends, desperate for help.

“Uh, guys? Was I with the girl in the black or the red last night?”

They immediately burst out laughing. “Dude are you fucking serious? She practically took your dick out in public last night, how could you not remember?”

“Two of them look exactly alike! I’m sure it’s one of them but this has the potential to go extremely poorly.”

“Yeah man, if you would’ve said a single word to her last night, you might’ve learned a little about her, like they’re from Arizona and, oh, she rooms with her twin sister Sarah.”

A feeling of dread set it, quickly enhanced by the fact one of my friends said “we’ve been spotted” and I turned to watch them walk over towards us. They gave enthusiatic hellos and spread out around our table. I hoped for a brief second the mystery woman would stand next to me, identifying herself and solving my conundrum. I caught eye contact with one of the twins and she came to stand next to me. She said hi, and started talking to her sister who had taken the spot on the other side of me. I sighed, being no closer to solving the puzzle.

Our group made casual conversation for a while. They had my rapt attention, eager someone would say “Sarah”, one of the twins would react, leaving the other twin as the one I had danced with. But for the first time in human history, this group of girls drank and laughed and never said either of the twins’ names. One of the twins (red) was much more quiet than the other, so I gambled and talked more to the outgoing twin (black), thinking it would be more her personality to walk up to a stranger and put their hand up her skirt.

I excused myself for the bathroom, silently cursing whatever God there is for creating blackouts, needing to catch some air and separate myself for a minute. Instead of going to the bathroom, I walked out the back gate and down the short flight of stairs to the beach, pulling out a joint I had rolled up in my shirt pocket. I lit it as I sat on one of those beach beds that has the four-posters and the curtains around it, listening to the waves crash, a soft and steady bass coming from the bar behind me, and watched the moon’s reflection bounce off the ocean, puffing into the relaxing air. I quickly heard some footsteps behind me and turned to see the twin wearing black walking towards me.

I gave her a drawn-out “hey” that I hoped sounded casual but almost certainly came off as “hey, I don’t know/remember your name, please tell me.” She smiled and said hi and asked if she could sit with me for a bit. I slid over and offered her the joint as she sat down. We passed it back and forth in silence for a minute before she finally spoke.

“Listen, about last night… I’m sorry I don’t really know how to say this but… Emma typically doesn’t do stuff like that, she’s really embarrassed and scared that we’re going to tell her boyfriend. I mean I don’t know how he’ll ever find out cause we’re sure as fuck never telling him, he sucks, but I don’t think she’s going to hook up with you tonight. Sorry again.”

I sat quiet for a second, trying to digest everything. So if I was dancing with Emma, then she’s the quiet twin back at the bar, embarrassed and not going to hook up. Then that also means I spent the first hour thinking I was talking to Emma, but I was actually talking to Sarah who seemed to enjoy talking to me. I tried to subtly look her up and down, taking in what I could.

Sarah was near identical to her sister, maybe a tiny bit bigger but most of that coming from her chest. Her deep V neck shirt showed off incredible cleavage and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples were trying to break through her shirt. She was wearing jean shorts that were dangerously small, her ass hanging out of the bottom a little bit.

I broke the silence. “Oh, well I’d hate to interfere with her relationship, that’s not the kind of guy I want to be. Do you think I should go apologize?”

“Oh no, absolutely not. Seriously, it’s better to just never mention it at all. Anyway, we still have a little bit of this joint to kill so let’s give it a little more time before we go back.”

We passed the joint back and forth until we killed it, talking and looking out at the ocean. We decided to enjoy our high a little bit before we went back into the party and spent some time getting to know each other. We were on the thrilling topic of movies we had seen recently (Wolf of Wall Street had just come out) before we decided to we should probably go back to the bar before we were missed. Sarah stood up and wobbled a little bit, saying “Whoa, I’m a lot higher than I thought I was, give me a second.” She reached into her bra and pulled out a little bag with white powder in it. “I just need a little pick me up before we go.”

After she took her hit, she asked if I wanted some. Not one to turn down a good time, I enthusiatically said yes. I reached to for the bag and she hesitated a little bit. I paused and gave her a slight questioning look. She took a deep breath and looked up at me.

“Ok, so… do you want to do it off my tits?”

I felt my jaw drop. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah I mean, we were just talking about Margot Robbie, I thought about that scene and now we have coke out and I mean… why the fuck not?”

“Uhhhh yeah I want to do it off your tits.”

She smiled wide, sat in my lap pulling her shirt down, pushing together her cleavage. I poured a little on each breast before looking up at her. Sarah nodded encouragingly, putting one of her hands into my hair. I dropped my face into her cleavage, soaking in the moment before taking my hits. As I reeled back from it, her hand in my hair pulled me towards her. Our lips met and our bodies wrapped around each other.

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We made out passionatley, my hands finding her ass, one of her hands in my hair, the other around my neck. She started to grind her hips against mine before I lifted her up and spun us around so she was on her back and I was on top of her. She breathlessly said “they’re probably wondering where we are.” I responded “yeah we should probably get back” before kissing her again, using a head to pin her hands above her head while my other slipped under her top. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her legs around my waist. I released her wrists for a moment to take off her shirt and her hands went straight for my belt, eager to find what was under my shorts. Her top came off, exposing her tits which had perfect nipples. Her stomach was more toned that I would’ve guessed, and when I went back in to kiss her, I put my hand on the small of her back and she arched her body towards me.

I moved from her mouth, kissing her jawline and neck and her hands found their way into my shorts. She wrapped her hands around my dick and began stroking as I took her nipples in my mouth, gently sucking and flicking it with my tongue. Sarah let out a long moan and released my dick, pressing her hands against my chest. We rolled over so Sarah was on top and she immediately kissed down my body.

“I need your cock in my mouth” was all she said before she spit on my dick and used her hand to rub it around, holding eye contact with me. I let out a groan as she lowered herself down and flicked her tongue against the head of my dick. She wasn’t an expert at giving head, but she was enthusiatic which is more than half the battle. It was sloppy, a lot of spit and a lot of attempts at taking it down her throat. She couldn’t get very far without gagging, but she would hold herself there until she had to come up for air. I could feel myself building towards cumming and had to tell her to stop. I flipped her over onto all fours and moved behind her, pulling down her shorts and underwear.

Sarah wiggled her ass in the air, wordlessly asking me to enter her. I placed a hand on her ass and bent down, licking up and down her pussy. She let out a loud moan at that, reaching back and grabbing the back of my head, holding me in place. I put a finger in her as I ate her pussy, her moans building and building, hips rising and falling as her orgasm built inside her. Finally she released my head and asked me to fuck her. I quickly got off the bed and reached into my shorts pocket for the condom I brought.

“I’m on the pill, fuck the condom, fuck me now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes, come here now.”

I jumped back onto the bed, and lined myself up behind her. I took my dick and rubbed it up and down her wet cunt, her body rocking back and forth, desperately trying to take me in. I found her hole and slowly pushed myself in. Sarah was so wet, there was hardly any resistance and I slid all the way into her in one go. She was moaning loudly now, and when I pulled nearly all the way out and went all the way back in, she let out a “fuuuuck yes, that’s so fucking good.”

I picked up the pace a little bit, Sarah face down with her ass pointed to the sky, letting out moans and whimpers with each stroke. I slapped her ass, eliciting another “fuck yes” followed by a request to fuck her harder. I slapped her ass again, pulled her to the edge of the bed so I could stand, and began to give her everything I could. She reached back to spread her ass cheeks, which I took as an invitaion. I spit on her asshole and rubbed it with my thumb, applying a little bit of pressure which made her shudder with pleasure. We fucked hard like that before I took her wrists with one hand, pinning them behind her.

“Fuck yes, that’s so good. Take control of me and use me. Fuck me harder and-”

Whatever she was about to say was cut off by her body shaking, embracing the orgasm running through her body. As she shook, I fucked her as hard as I possibly could, pushing her into the bed. As her orgasm began to pass, she whispered “fill me up.”

I didn’t need telling twice and unloaded into her tight pussy. She let out a sigh of contentment at that as we came to a stop. I pulled out and layed next to her, both of us completely exhausted. She laughed a little before immediately sitting up.

“Oh fuck… we gotta go.”

I followed her line of sight and saw flashlights coming down the beach, checking the beds for people doing exactly what we had just finished. We raced to pull on clothes, and ran back to the bar. As we walked in, she leaned to my ear and said “I can feel your cum dripping out of me, it makes me want to go again.” We smiled at each other and looked for our friends.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/109idi1/mf_i_m19_got_too_drunk_on_spring_break_and_mixed