[F]irst time with my younger flat-mate.

Whew, so my life has been a whirlwind lately, but the biggest change is that I moved to England to pursue a master’s degree! This puts me in a strange living situation since I really couldn’t be bothered to do really quality rental research so I decided to just find accommodation through my university. Put simply, I’m living in dorms again (although I have my own private room, just share a kitchen), which is a strange experience. The best part of it is that it does force me to meet people, since usually I’m pretty awful at making friends.

On that note, let me introduce you to one of my roommates: Michael. Michael is mostly an average nerdy college guy. He’s got brown kinda shaggy hair that he doesn’t do much with, he’s basically the definition of skinny-fat (not in good shape, but mostly skinny aside from a little belly), and adorably awkward around girls. Now, I’ll admit, I’m something of a gym rat, and I guess after seeing me going to and coming from the gym enough times Michael finally built up the courage to ask to join me at the gym. Since then we’ve been going pretty regularly together, which I like since it’s so much easier to stay in the routine when you’ve got someone else reminding you to go.

It’s taken a little while, but we’ve actually gotten pretty friendly verging on flirty. I’ve caught him checking me out a number of times, and when we’re spotting each other we maybe get a little closer and touchier than you might normally (I can proudly say he still hasn’t caught up to my squat/deadlift, although he easily beats me on the bench). He’s not exactly someone I’d usually say I’m attracted to, but I’ve found myself getting very comfortable with him and we’ve spent more time together outside of the gym. We’ll use that to segue into the meat of the story.

A while ago while we were at the gym he very coolly, casually, not-at-all-nervously asked if I wanted to get a pint afterwards. I didn’t think much of it, but happily agreed; I’ve been wanting to get out more, but I don’t find myself all that interested in going to pubs on my own so this was a good chance to do something other than veg out.

We get back to the dorm and I immediately shower and dig through my wardrobe. To be honest, I didn’t put in a lot of effort getting ready: mismatched VS bra (black) and CK thong (grey), my staple dark grey jeans, black boots, black tee, and grey rain jacket (if you couldn’t guess, my wardrobe is limited to almost solely greyscale). I quickly dried my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, and in the end I was actually ready sooner than Michael.

We headed out to a local pub maybe just a quarter mile from the dorm and luckily snagged a booth. Honestly, I don’t love beer so I just started with the only one I like (Guinness), downed it quick, and immediately moved on to gin and tonic (though I’ve found most pubs give me a bit of a stink eye when I order that rather than beer). Michael was pacing himself a bit better sipping on… I don’t really remember aside from it being brown, but he ribbed me a little for drinking so quickly. We talked easily enough, of course it was mostly just chit-chat about uni and classes, but we didn’t immediately have any awkwardness. Eventually we ran out of school stuff and I told him some about jobs I’d had in the past.

This was when I first realized just how much of a difference 6 years makes. Oh, did I forget to mention he’s 18 and I’m 24? He’d never actually had a job, just now being in his second semester so there was a bit of a lull in the conversation. Luckily, we could occupy ourselves with getting more drinks and listening to the live music (the guy basically just covered the soundtrack from Inside LLewyn Davis), but I was kind of reaching that tipping point where the night either needed to get more interesting or end, and it didn’t seem like Michael was going to make a move on his own. To add on to that, drinking usually makes me extremely horny, which was only made worse by being around someone I was so familiar and comfortable with.

He was talking about some youtuber and I just made up my mind: I placed my hand on the base of his neck and ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. He jumped a little and looked at me, I looked at him, murmured “Hey” (I know, what a line right?), and bit my lip. Fortunately he took the hint, shut up, and kissed me. Just a few probing kisses at first, you know the kind where you kiss someone, pull back, look at them, kiss them again, rinse and repeat until finally we had our lips locked together. I don’t know how long it lasted, but we definitely got a bit too handsy for the public. I was nearly pulling myself on top of him, he put an arm around me and grabbed my ass and squeezed just the right way to spread my pussy a bit even through my jeans.

Finally I put a hand on his chest and pushed him back, taking a deep breath, my mouth still moving slightly like it was searching for his lips again. “We should head out,” I said and started scooching out of the booth, not even checking if he was following until I got to the door. As we left I put my arm through his and grabbed onto his bicep with my other hand, just greedily latching on to him. We didn’t talk much on the way back, although we did stop occasionally. He’d push me against a wall or I’d suddenly make him stop and I’d press myself against him again. Michael certainly has wandering hands, every time we stopped he’d grab my ass, push a hand up my shirt to roughly grope my tits, hell, even when we were in the elevator back in the dorm building he forced his hand down my jeans and fingered me the entire ride up to the 8th floor. I was braced against the corner, hands on the rails and he was slowly sliding his fingers along my pussy lips, occasionally stopping to roughly trace circles on my clit. My breaths were short and ragged, in between them I was desperately whispering “Ah fuck, Michael, Michael I want you, please, fuck I need you.” 8 floors was almost enough for me to cum, but sadly the elevator dinged while I could feel an orgasm building.

I led him to my room, and before the door even shut he shoved me against the wall and started pulling my jacket off. He buried his face into my neck, kissing, licking, and biting one side before switching to the other. My shirt quickly followed and he ran his lips down my body, starting at my collar bone. It was agonizingly slow, his lips tracing a path down my chest, between my breasts, down over my stomach, nipping at my hipbones and kissing back and forth just above my jeans. I had my fingers tangled in his hair, holding his face against me, gently and sometimes not so gently trying to guide those wonderful lips. “Take all this off,” he said firmly between kisses and I eagerly obliged. He pulled his head back as I grabbed my jeans first, wiggling side to side to work them past my ass and toned legs. There was an awkward moment when I had them around my ankles but still had to take my boots off, but I managed it quickly enough. I didn’t bother to put on a show with my underwear though, at that moment I wanted absolutely nothing between me and him. The middle of the thong stuck briefly against my wet pussy and left dangling strings of grool when it pulled away and dropped to the floor. Michael didn’t immediately do anything though, instead he looked up at me and asked “what do you want?” with a smirk on his face. I stared at him dumbly for a second: every fiber of my body screaming to feel his hands and lips on my again, but my brain a little too jumbled to immediately figure out what he meant. After a moment I realized: he wanted me to beg. I moved my legs outward and gently spread open my pussy for him using both hands. “Please, I want you to make me cum, I need you to eat my pussy.” He smiled, “Fuck, your cunt looks delicious,” and leaned forward. I was briefly surprised by the fact that he’d said “cunt”, not that I mind, but I didn’t have much time to dwell on it before I couldn’t even think.

He started with his hands running up the fronts of my thighs until they reached my hips. Then he slid them back and firmly squeezed my ass. His fingers were rough, kneading my cheeks, grabbing, pinching, wrapping all the way around to the inside of my thighs. His tongue started at the bottom of my pussy and he took one long, slow lick. He kept his tongue firm enough to spread me open and I quivered as I felt him pass over the entrance to my dripping cunt then pressed the tip firmly against my clit. He flicked a few times, testing my reactions as I squirmed and bucked my hips against him, trying to make it clear I wanted him to pick up the pace.

Lucky for me, he got it just right. After a few more teasing lips and kisses he dove in, using his whole mouth to basically make out with my pussy. It felt like his lips were everywhere, and the tip of his tongue kept pressing just above the opening to my vagina. I couldn’t even speak, I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled his face against me as hard as I could. I braced my upper back against the wall and used it as leverage to grind my pussy on his face. I almost felt a bit bad using his face like that but in the moment all I was aware of was the feeling of growing heat and pressure. My pussy was squeezing tight on nothing, but I could feel myself getting close to climax. I couldn’t move my hips as smoothly, just making short quick motions, but fortunately Michael kept the rhythm, his tongue and lips working perfectly to bring me over the edge. My whole body shook and I practically doubled over. I clamped my thighs tight against the sides of his head and was basically just bracing my hands on his head to keep upright until my body responded to my own will again.

Now the next moment is a little boring: He stood up, I kneeled down and wanted to suck his cock, but he’d either had too much to drink or was just nervous and could not get hard. I could tell he was getting frustrated, but honestly it doesn’t bother me so I tried to save the mood. We just ended up showering and he spent the night in my room, which honestly I didn’t love; I really have trouble sleeping when there’s someone else in bed with me. Sorry for the disappointing conclusion, but don’t worry, I’ve got more stories to come, and trust me, it’s all good stuff :P.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/85uato/first_time_with_my_younger_flatmate