Within 4 days of excitedly telling my girlfriend of three years that I had been accepted into a teacher’s education program, I was a sad, lonely, single man. Apparently, being with a teacher isn’t exactly what she envisioned for a long term partner. Nowadays, I get it: she wanted someone who would bring in 6 or even 7 figures so that she wouldn’t have to work. But at the time, I was devastated. From being dumped in April until the middle of the summer, all I seemed to do was drink whiskey and smoke pot. Not the best coping skills at the time, but I was young and dumb! In hindsight, getting dumped was the absolute best thing that could have happened. Waiting for me at teachers college were horny girls everywhere. The stories that follow recall what was by far the most sucsexsful year of my life (yes, I know how to successfully spell ‘successful’).
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Part I: Christening my apartment with Sophia
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A few weeks before moving to my new college, I got a message on facebook from a girl who a friend had hooked up with back in undergrad. Her name is Sophia and she was also going to the same college as me, but for a different program. Since we were from the same city, she asked me to take an early trip with her to check out the new campus. She didn’t have the most interesting personality nor would she be considered model status, but seeing how she fucked my friend, I said yes.
The trip itself was uneventful and I’d just bore you by writing about it. Besides, you’re only here for the sex parts. So let’s get the rest of the setup out of the way so you can read about how we fucked.
I moved to the new college a few days before Sophia, but she contacted me immediately after moving in. We went for a walk and then she invited me back to her place, a basement apartment. She told me that the lady upstairs couldn’t hear anything, which I thought was a strange thing to mention. It’s fucking hilarious because I had no game at the time and did not take this obvious hint, so we watched some tennis on tv and then I left.
This happened another time when we met at a bar and then went our own ways. Eventually the Hormone Monstress must have gotten to her, because a few days later I was sitting at my apartment smoking some pot when I received a text saying that she was at the campus bar and was on her way over to my place.
My apartment was a five minute walk, which gave me enough time to realize what was going on. I thought about Sophia: not the hottest girl or the most fun to be around, but she was fuckable. She was tall and athletic with average sized tits, not much of an ass, dark brown curly hair with light brown eyes. Then it finally clicked: this girl wanted me.
We greeted with an extended hug at my door and she asked what I was up to. I had just grabbed an LSAT test prep book off my shelf, and lied that I was practicing questions for fun. She thought it would be enjoyable to work with me on it (I told you, not the most fun girl in the world) and we sat on the couch: me like a normal person and her with her knees on the couch. As we read through a few logical reasoning questions, it became more and more obvious what was really happening. Sophia would brush her arm against mine and kept getting closer and closer to me. Finally, I knew she couldn’t make it any clearer and it was my turn to play this game.
I leaned in to kiss her and within seconds we were full on making out. We were tonguing for a few minutes and feeling each other all over, with both of our tops making their way to the floor. I was thinking about how far this was going to go when I felt her hand begin rubbing against my crotch. It had been a while – the making out alone made me pretty hard. At this point, I stopped thinking and let it evolve naturally.
I had strategically left my sweatpants untied, and Sophia easily slid her hand down there. In one quick motion she was holding my hard cock and started stroking it. The next thing that happened perplexes me to this day because who the fuck cares: she told me I was a lot bigger than my friend Rick. She gave me a smile and the next thing I know my dick was in her mouth. Her blowjob skills were average at best but like I said before, it had been a while and I was happy that I was getting my dick sucked. Her rhythm wasn’t ideal and she couldn’t go more than a couple of inches on me, but she knew how to wrap her lips around my cock.
While she was working on me, I undid her bra and enjoyed playing with her tits. I gave her nipple a little squeeze and she moaned on my cock before giving it one last suck. She stood up, slid her shorts off, and got ready to insert my cock into her gleaming pussy. I was going to christen my apartment on my couch! I really missed the feeling of a woman’s pussy; I love how they are all unique in that no two feel quite the same. Sophia was kind of tight, and she slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock. Inch by inch it went in, and inch by inch it went out. This went on a few times before we sped up and found a good rhythm. I think that if it weren’t for the condom, I would have cum really quickly. I hadn’t had a girl riding my cock in a few months, and playing with her tits was getting me closer and closer. Who would have thought that Sophia was a loud moaner? I wish I could say that we fucked for 45 minutes, but it was only minutes before I filled up the condom.
I knew Sophia didn’t cum herself, so I laid her down on the couch and started fingering her still soaking wet pussy. I tried a few different ‘techniques’ and asked for feedback until I found something that worked. Her moans got louder and louder and soon she was grinding against my two fingers, calling out that she was going to cum.
After she came, it wasn’t long before Sophia was gone from my apartment and I was left to reflect on what just occurred. I just got laid in my new apartment and school wasn’t even starting until next week!
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Part II is about my ongoing encounters with Erin, and will be written and posted when I get some free time. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7dob09/mf_teacher_in_training_part_i_christening_my