I met Jake and Mark at a university event. It wasn’t anything crazy, not like a frat mixer or anything. It was actually an academic event. Jake was in one of the same tutorials as me but we hadn’t been introduced properly. Mark was a friend of his, but right away it seemed like a weird friendship. Jake was basically my age. A little older, but not something that I like really took notice of, you know? Mark was a different scene. He was probably in his forties. It was Jake who introduced himself first. He was with Mark already and I’d come to the wine and cheese alone, so it meant a lot to me. It also helps that Jake was really handsome.
Can I set the scene? I’m only 20 at that point in time. It was a few years ago. But since I’m 20 and a university student I feel like I’m a grown-ass adult. I’d be graduating the next year! I showed up to the event in a dress that was only barely appropriate. 20 year old undergrads don’t have many occasions to dress nice for NON slutty reasons! I’m not tall, but I think I rocked it. Anyway, I was very proud of my new haircut. The bi bob, if you know it. But even though I was excited about how I looked I was nervous. Especially because I didn’t want to be overdressed (I was).
So Jake and Mark coming over was a huge relief. We talked shop for a little bit. Mark was an adult student, part time. Me and Jake complained about one of our classmates. He started it! We did the rounds, talked to a few old as hell professors. The event was nice, but not a barrel of monkeys. The free wine was the highlight even though it was low quality.
So yeah, by 9PM I was already tipsy. I can’t hold my liquor, but in my defense, I sober up quick. One of the profs was becoming concerned and Jake volunteered to drive me home. Which… you know academia is overwhelmingly male when nobody pointed out the problem with that. Everything worked out, I promise, but who thought that was a good idea?
Jake and Mark took me for a drive and got me some McDonald’s. With the greasy food I sobered up extra fast and started having a small breakdown to them about embarrassing myself in public. They reassured me everything was okay. They’re really nice guys, which is probably why the rest of the story went the way it did.
After the McDonald’s they drove me home. I felt bad that they had gone out of their way and had to take care of me, so I invited them up to have a smoke. I can’t hold my liquor but I can toke with the best of them. Call me crazy for inviting two basic strangers up to my apartment, but I thought that if they hadn’t tried to do anything shady yet, they wouldn’t. They could have tried something when I was drunker but they actually sobered me up.
My apartment was so nice but very basic college bitch. There were fairy lights by the window and like sheer white curtains. They made me feel like a princess when I woke up in the morning. It was nice, but there wasn’t a lot of space. My living room was smaller than my bedroom so we went in there to pass the joint around.
I was still in my dress and looking like a hot mess. When Mark shut the door behind him, I had like a little flash of panic as I thought how bad this could turn out. Spoiler: it didn’t! We got to smoking and chatting and it was all vibes. I asked Mark a lot of questions. Jake was cute and my age, but I knew things about him from mutual friends and class. Mark was a total mystery. Most forty-somethings don’t go to university and hang out at student events. Jake didn’t seem to mind, though, and Mark was enjoying the attention. I was enjoying the tension too. I only invited them up to smoke, but being alone with two fun, nice guys is kind of… electrifying.
I was no virgin. Like lots of girls I had a high school boyfriend who I had some shitty sex with, a few hookups under my belt, some situationships, and one freshman year relationship that ended after we had to go long distance. I knew my way around the block. I knew what flirting looks like. Jake and Mark were playing it safe but they were definitely flirtin’. And lookin’. And why not look? My dress left lots of leg to gawk at and it hugged my curves. It started with them asking why I didn’t have roommates so I told them I liked to live alone after a bad experience in sophomore year. That got us talking about the advantages and disadvantages of living alone and things really started to ramp up. The disadvantages were things like companionship, shared costs, etc. The advantages were all along the same track. You can bathe whenever you want. You can walk around naked. There’s nobody to complain if you bring “guests” over. You can be “loud.” I wasn’t exactly playing coy. Whenever they insinuated that I liked having guys (or gals) over I wouldn’t agree out loud, but I’d sort of act like it went without saying.
“You got anything fun in that drawer of yours?” Mark asked. He meant the nightstand beside my bed.
“Maybe.”
Mark laughed. “Jakey, open er up!”
I pretended to be outraged but I just laughed when Jake pulled my old faithful Hitachi out of the drawer. He made sure to point out that there was another one in there too. I was just counting myself lucky he didn’t open the bottom drawer where I kept the rope. Though let’s be honest, maybe that means I was unlucky.
Jake fiddled with it for a bit and pretended not to look at me. “You get a lot of use out of this one? I hear these things are great.”
“Sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I don’t want to invite some fuckboy over just because I’m feeling pent up.”
“What’s wrong with having a fuckboy over?” Mark asked.
“It’s not as good as having two fuckboys over,” I said, way braver than I usually am. Way, way braver. Jake and Mike grinned at each other. If you put a thermometer in my mouth right then I bet I would have read 101⁰.
“Do you usually fuck yourself in a dress like that?” Jake asked. He put the wand down on the bed between us. I always loved when guys said it that way. “Fucking myself” is so much more fun than “masturbating,” or whatever.
I rolled my eyes. “No.” Sloooooowwwly I pulled up the hemline of my dress until they could see my underwear. I wasn’t planning on showing them off that night, but they were serviceable black briefs. If I knew someone was going to see I would have worn my Calvin’s. This was moment #2 of the evening where I caught sight of myself and saw what I was doing. That didn’t stop me from grabbing the wand and showing them what they wanted to see.
Normally with my Hitachi I go crazy and lose all sense of time, but having Jake and Mark there made me laser focused. I could feel every inch of skin on my sheets and made eye contact as they passed the joint back and forth. They were both rubbing themselves through their pants and asking questions.
“You had any threesomes?”
“I wish,” I moaned.
“Any girlfriends you want to hook up with?” That was my sweet spot. I’m a “looking respectfully” kind of lady, but I loved to LOOK.
“So many.”
“I bet they want to hook up with you too.”
Mark kept it in his pants. Jake had moved to sitting on the edge of the bed and he wasn’t as modest. There was that dick of his. Rock hard. He stroked my arm a little bit, I think to feel me out for my comfort, and then grabbed a handful of my hair. I made some fucking incredible eye contact with him for a full minute while we got ourselves off before he made use of his handful and dragged my head down to suck him off. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but I’ll be damned if I didn’t make it work. It was easier when I got on my knees, but that just reminded me that TWO STRANGERS were sitting on MY furniture while I was on my knees in my nicest dress with a dick in my mouth.
Mark wasn’t getting involved, but he totally changed the dynamic. This wasn’t me blowing some handsome guy from class I barely met. It was me exploring free love and enjoying the attentions of two exciting men. He’d make comments every once in a while and the older guy thing was totally doing it for me.
I gave up on the wand and I was all about Jake’s dick now. It was big, not huge. I couldn’t deepthroat it but I could enjoy it thoroughly. Jake had his hand on my head, but I was the one setting the pace. Until Mark’s next question at least.
“Do you eat ass?”
You have to understand that Nicki Minaj telling guys to eat HER ass was still scandalous. The idea of eating a guy’s ass had literally never entered my mind. But then Jake pulled the move girls all over the world know these days. He leaned back and lifted his legs up. And with his hand on my head, I didn’t complain as he pushed me doooooown until I had no choice but to kiss his ass.
Before this I might have been doing exactly what they wanted, but I was the one taking the lead. Not so. Jake had made me into a mouth for his pleasure and I was beyond excited. The horny brain had paralyzed me so hard that I could barely touch myself. I just moaned as I followed instructions. Tongue out, hand jerking his cock, man satisfied.
He wasn’t gentle. He had my tongue deep in his ass and groaned out loud. I was groaning too. The Janie with dignity was out the window. He said he was going to cum on my tits but I had enough sense left to screech not to get it on my dress, so into my mouth it went. And I swallowed it gladly.
They didn’t stick around long after. The joint was gone and they had their fun. I expected Mark was going to want a turn, but that would come later. They just wrote their numbers down in one of my notebooks and let me tidy myself up in peace.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12l38aq/two_guys_one_girl_my_tiny_apartment_letting_loose