Finding shared benefit in our college study group [MF]

Waking alone on a Sunday morning with nothing on my schedule puts me in a nostalgic mood, and since I’m also rocking a massive hard-on it has me reminiscing on one of my favorite past relationships. I’ll save details here to get to the good stuff, but I in college I fell into an interesting study group consisting of three petite girls of Southwestern Asian ancestry who were raised sheltered and focused on school to the nth degree. I was the outlier, a tall white guy whose priorities were chasing tail, hitting the gym, and getting drunk in that order of importance. They helped me get my goals on track and I helped them loosen up and explore, especially Rithya.

Rithya had long black hair with a luminous shine and smooth skin I had been fortunate to brush across once or twice. Her eyes were dark and piercing, but warm. And though she was self-conscious about her sharp, large nose, I found it a gorgeous, unique feature that fit in well with her congruent cheekbones. Physically, her build was slight, the smallest of the bunch though I appreciated a pert chest and ass, courtesy of yoga. She was Tamil and carried a burden of supporting her aging parents more than any 19 year old should. Rithya had also taken an eye to me, her hugs lasting longer than the others’, offering to cook extra food near exams, and an emerging mixture of intrigue and jealousy when I mentioned dates with others.

I desired her as well, and frequently pictured bending her over our study table after the group had dispersed or feeling her mouth on me below the desk. On the other hand – this group, it was a really positive structure in my life, and how could I risk my friendship with these girls, yet alone complicate theirs? Rithya had also divulged that while she was currently single, she didn’t have time to date, and had only been with her high school boyfriend before.

I detailed my priorities earlier, and I’m writing here in a subreddit with *gone wild* in the name so you can guess where things ended up. The girl I had been seeing loosely was unable to make my fraternity’s date event and I needed a last-minute fill. Since Rithya asked me frequently about fraternity events and enjoyed my stories of debauchery, I managed to weakly convince myself she could come as purely a friend. When she showed up in a short, tight dress I didn’t expect her own with lusty eye shadow, it was clear what tone our night would take.

In short, our night was a blast and our buried lust soon emerged, notable to those around us. Rithya managed her alcohol with surprising skill, and bit by bit we stood closer, stopped withdrawing from unintentional bumps, hands began finding each other’s shoulders and lower backs. I felt a chill as her pinky finger looped into mine. When things finished, I offered half-heartedly to walk her home as my last form of resistance, but she asked to use the toilet at mine (closer) and I knew it was on. Inside my doorway, she turned and our lips found each other automatically. My neck craned downwards, I alleviated it by lifting lithe body from the ground. Her legs wrapped around me and I explored her with my hands while kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. We stumbled to my bed and tore each other’s clothes off.

The curves to her thin body surprised me – cupping her breasts elicited moans from us both and her yoga practice had earned her a muscular ass and thighs. In just my trunks, I pressed into her and she pushed back. She moaned affirmatively when I asked if I could taste her (her previous lack of receiving oral had been a previous discussion of ours) and her thong was quickly around her ankles. Her tang was exhilarating. I had meant to tease but with this taste I had no option but to stay focused. Uninhibited, she rocked into me, panting and squeezing my head with her strong thighs. I pleasured her until she finished twice and collapsed into the bed. My cock throbbing, I grabbed a condom and asked if I could enter her. She paused, had I taken things too far? Do women get post orgasmic regret as well? It turns out, her boyfriend was significantly smaller (I hadn’t realized my size yet) and she was unsure if she could take me.

With youthful inexperience, we came to a pseudo-compromise of grinding/dry humping against each other in missionary and if it slipped in, it slipped in. Ultimately, it didn’t slip in, but with our desire I surprised myself by filling the condom in just a couple of minutes. She tensed, her abdomen feeling my contractions and the warm explosions of cum through thin latex. We exhaled. From here our relationship wouldn’t be the same. And in due time it was a great experience, with learning on both ends, and no the study group didn’t fray. Will type more on the outcomes later if there is interest with both wholesome realizations and carnal pleasures alike.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11j07sr/finding_shared_benefit_in_our_college_study_group