If you’ve read my previous story about taking my friend’s virginity in front of his roommate, this story takes place the weekend after that.
I [F18 at the time] visited my friends at a notorious party school, and to give you some insight on to how aggressive our pregame was: I was chasing vodka shots with a four loko. The plan: go to the local club and have fun! 2 of my exes go to that school and hang around that club, so I begged my friends not to let me talk to them, because when I’m drunk I get horny and I knew if I talked to them, I’d go home with them. They all promised, so we get dressed up and go to the club.
Within 5 minutes, my ex [M18] finds me and we start making out. My leg is up around him, I’m grabbing his face and passionately kissing him as he holds my ass in his hands. Mind you, I’m wearing a very short dress so anyone around us can definitely der up my dress. But do I care? No. I’m drunk and kinda find it even hotter knowing men can see me. Before long we are both horny, and we disappear into the crowd before leaving so my friends don’t see us.
I was insanely drunk, and he warns me if the cops notice me walking funny, they will stop us and we will get in trouble. So I’m in 5inch heels trying not to sway as I walk. Somehow we made it to his dorm, past the front desk lady who is supposed to make sure no drunk kids are stumbling in.
I know we had sex 4 times that night, but I’ll be honest and admit I only remember the details of the very last time because I had sobered up just enough to. I know we fucked on his couch, on the floor, on his friends bed and lastly, on his bed.
When it came time to fuck on his bed, I decided it was time I become submissive because I’m usually dominating. I tell him he needs to tie me up, he says he has no rope. I tell him to figure it out. He disappears into the hallway for a little bit, and returns with 4 leather belts and a sexy smirk on his face. I was already naked, so I laid myself on his bed spread eagle and let him tie me up.
At this point, foreplay wasn’t needed. We’d been going at it for hours. He gets on top of me, and treats me like the slut I am. He knows I love to be choked and slapped, so he grabs my throat and smacks my face, demanding I tell him that I’m his dirty slut. I tell him, but his grip only gets tighter around my throat. He says “say it louder so everyone knows what a whore you are”. So I yell “I’m your dirty slut!”. All the while he’s pounding me like there’s no tomorrow. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life, I could already tell I was going to be sore. Since he had came 3 times before, he lasted very long, never slowing down. This time, it didn’t matter if I came, I was his fuck toy. And he treated me as such. Once he came, he untied me and then someone knocked on his door. He put on pants and walked over, curious, I grabbed his comforter and wrapped it around me and followed. The minute his friend laid eyes on me, he smirked at my ex, who told me to go back to bed. I remember wishing he’d invite him in for a threesome, but I don’t think he wanted to share me.
Because of this, his dorm mates started calling him “belts”. And my coworkers made fun of me for showing up to work on Monday with visible bruises on my wrists and ankles. Part of me liked being outed for my wild weekend.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8uf8v3/running_into_my_ex_at_a_club_leads_to_my_first