[F]ucking [M]y College Crush

Fair warning. This is fucking long. There's a lot of backstory, and it's a bit disorganized. I've never written anything like this before, so part of it was just getting all of the background down and then going from there. I had a lot of fun writing this. This was by far my best college memory, but if you like my writing, I can do more.

I think context is important, so before we get into it, some backstory. I went to school in Upstate New York. For those of you not from the East Coast, it's the equivalent to the boonies. Lots of trees, not so many people. Nothing like New York City. My school was the largest in the area, with around ten thousand people, and my town was entirely a college town. I met my girlfriend at the time as school was starting and stayed with her the entire time.

My girlfriend, Meg, was awesome. Our first year together, we had sex a lot. On average, twice a day, every day. Nothing crazy, as we were each others firsts, but it was still awesome going from never having sex to having lots of sex. At the time, I thought it was wonderful. Meg was hot, perfectly my type. Brown hair, decent bust, fantastic ass, and very sheltered. I enjoy women that I get to save and/or corrupt, and she was perfect for that.

But this story isn't about Meg. I was a sophomore in college at the time. Our school's culture has all upperclassmen move off campus, so we were the head honchos around. At Meg's behest, we had both run for school government for our dorm community (about five dorms, each with over one hundred students), and I was the social vice president. We had a tradition of running some incredible events, and so, one night, I was up with a smattering of coworkers and friends (a smattering is about seven, just so you know) in our dining hall. One of the perks of being in government is that we had our own office within the dining hall, just a single room where we had a communal computer, a large printer, and table, a couch, and the like. Nothing too fancy. Anyway, the eight of us are working on an event that's coming up and we're behind, so we decided to stay late after our group meeting and get some work done. I told Meg I'd meet up with her later (we lived in the same community, but different dorms), and stayed behind.

The dining hall closed at midnight, and when midnight rolled around, all of us had lost track of time and decided we just weren't done working yet, so we ingeniously hid some jackets under the door so that there was no light that could come through and continued doing what we were doing. Someone, not me, knew that security would come by at some point and make sure that no one was in the building, so we all tried to keep quiet. At some point, probably around one, we all decided we had finished doing whatever work needed to be done, but at this point, we realized we were locked in the dining hall.

We had two options: hang out in the office until the dining hall opened in the morning, or wait until the patrolmen came to let us out. The choice was obvious. Now, let me give you a brief survey of who's in the room. It's myself (James), Mike (the head of my counsel), Sarah (Mike's girlfriend), Michelle (a mutual friend of Meg and I), Michelle's two Resident Assistant friends, and Dave (Mike's little brother) and Paul (also on our government e-board). All of us are either twenty or nineteen. Everyone knows each other pretty well, especially everyone on the e-board, consisting of myself, Mike, and Paul. We'd been working with one another for about two months at this point, but we were all kind of in different cliques, so this was the first time we'd gotten to really know one another.

Mike had been working at the lone computer when he went and took out a bottle of Pepsi from the fridge and poured some for everyone.

"Shots?"

We all laughed, and agreed. Mike poured us each a little bit, and we all chugged our drinks. Mike started laughing as he saw our faces. He hadn't been joking, we weren't just drinking Pepsi. I guess Mike had previously mixed a bunch of rum in with the Pepsi, and was planning on using it this weekend, but no one knew about it. It was pretty hilarious watching Paul and Dave, the youngest of the group, spitting up the alcohol.

One of the perks to having an office dedicated to running events is that there are often games in arms reach. Paul produced a deck of cards, and we began playing Kings. It took maybe two hours before the alcohol was gone and so was everyone else. I'm not sure if it was just really strong rum, if everyone was naturally exhausted, or if we drank too much, too fast, but by the time we finished drinking, everyone was sloshed and started falling asleep. Mike and Sarah took the couch (after making out for a while), Paul took the chair, and everyone else either crawled into a corner or a ball and passed out.

I was tired too. Now, I try and pride myself on being a good dude. I'm a bit of an ass, but a loveable ass, and so a lot of Meg's friends feel very safe with me (especially since we'd been dating for almost two years at that point). Michelle was one of those friends, and she propped herself up against me (I was sitting on the floor with my back against a wall) and closed her eyes.

This is probably the part where it gets good. Sorry about all of the details, but it's just as fun for me to go back memory lane as it is for you to read it, and I enjoy drawing this out. So my love life with Meg wasn't as good as it had been when we first started dating. Sex twice a day went down to sex once a week if I was lucky. I still loved her, but I love sex, and so I was constantly frustrated because I didn't know how to explain to her that I wanted more, but at the same time, I felt invested in my relationship and didn't want to jeopardize it. I also don't drink a lot, and I was definitely feeling horny. Normally no problem, but this was a triple threat situation. Meg and Michelle are good friends, and have been since freshman year. Michelle is also literally my idea of a perfect woman. I'm not into sexy, I'm into cute and petite, and that's what Michelle is. She had long hair, a super perky personality, an awesome body with a firm ass that I admired, and maybe it was just that she was off limits that I couldn't resist her. She also felt comfortable enough to talk to me about the men in her life and to lean against me to sleep, and so, when she nestled against my chest, I was instantly hard.

I still think I could have avoided this happening, but she must have opened her eyes when she was trying to get comfortable leaning against me, because what I heard was giggling, followed by "What is that?"

"Just the alcohol, sorry!"

I had fantasized about Michelle, but I'd never planned on acting on my fantasies. Still didn't actually, and I hoped that she'd just drop it. Instead, she repositioned from lying on my shoulder/chest to putting her head in my lap. Fuck.

She let out a quiet laugh so to not wake anyone. I guess she was joking, because she closed her eyes, wiggled her head a bit against me, but then stopped and I think fell asleep, or tried to. I didn't act, even if I wanted to. There were six other people in the room, and I was both embarassed and frustrated. I watch a lot of porn, and I like to fuck, and I was going through a dry spell, and every ounce of me knew that I wanted to fuck her, but at the same time, part of me was screaming that I had a two year relationship going on, and I didn't want to fuck that up.

I spent a while thinking about it, and then I must have dozed off. I woke up to Michelle getting off my lap and the sound of students downstairs, ordering and eating. No one was in the room besides us, and I yawned and stood up.

"Hey, James, sorry if I was acting inappropriately last night."

There was no way I was drunk, but I also had a fierce case of morning wood and the chick that I had been fantasizing about all night was now in an empty room with me in an office that locked. I stood up, walked up to her, put one hand on her waist, and kissed her square on the lips.

To this day, it was the most man-mode thing I've ever done, and the only time I've ever done anything like that, and what happened next I regret nothing of.

She gasped for a moment, struggled for half a moment, and then started kissing me back, much harder. I slid the hand that was at her waist down to her ass and grabbed, hard and at the same time moved my right hand and grabbed her hair (that was in a ponytail) and pulled back. She gasped again and I began kissing at her neck, furiously. I was all in. She wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me closer to her. I let go of her ponytail, grabbed both of her arms, put them above her head, and held them with one of my hands as I went back to her ponytail with my other. I'm 5'10", but she was maybe 5'3, so when I pulled back on her ponytail, her entire face tilted upwards – perfect for kissing her. We sucked face for a good five minutes, before I had a better idea.

Meg doesn't give head very well. I've never had an amazingly stellar blowjob, and while I didn't know what I was missing, I had this idea that I was missing something. I normally didn't even let her try, she had a tiny mouth and it usually hurt. But I was determined to have this girl suck on my cock, or else I'd go through life wondering "what if." I still had both of her hands above her head, and so I started putting pressure, forcing her hands down behind her. She got the hint and buckled her knees. In those brief moments after I had stopped kissing her and before I unzipped my pants were by far the best. I didn't even recognize her. It was like an insatiable hunger had filled her, and I had just deprived her of her ability to make out, and it was almost like a craven sadness had filled her. I quickly let go of her hands, unzipped my fly, push my pants down. She fiddled with the front of my boxers and took out my cock. Without missing a beat, she lifted the head of my cock and positioned her lips around my balls.

If you've never had someone suck on your balls, it's an experience. A very pleasant experience. She began jacking me off with her left hand while moving ler lips along my shaft before taking me entirely into her mouth. She wrapped her hands around the back of my legs and took the entire length of me into her mouth (I'm average length and girth, but this was still the first time I'd had that experience). I grabbed her hands with mine and once against held her hands above her head, just because I loved the idea of her sucking on me with no control over her body. I started shifting my hips towards and back, and man, it was something else. And she fucking loved it. Meg liked it when I fucked her, but I always felt that she was doing it for me, and when Meg did give me a blowjob, it felt like she was doing it because she felt she was supposed to. But Michelle fucking loved it. I knew I was close. It took every ounce of me to stop her. I think if she had kept going, I could have came in her mouth, shot rope after rope of cum down her throat, and died happy, but I'm a gentleman, and I wasn't ready for this to end.

You know what they say right? Nice guys finish last? I was going to finish last.

First things first, I took a chair and propped it against the door. I didn't know if that would work, but I didn't really care. It was one of the few things my rational mind could think to do before I completely lost control of myself.

She was still clothed. She had this tight blue tank top on and skin tight jeans. I push everything on the desk off to the side (not like in the movies, I'm not that dramatic) and threw her down. Her ass was on the edge of table so that her legs could dangle down, which gave me just enough room to move up to where her pelvis was. I yanked her shirt off and just kind of sat amazed at her incredible tits. I hadn't even taken off her bra yet, but she was so much more impressive than Meg and the carnal look in her eyes just set me off. I literally thought I was going to cum just looking at her. I think she realized how in awe I was, so she sat up a bit, undid her bra, and did the sexiest hand bra move I could imagine. I have never been that hard in my life. I pushed her back down, leaned on top of her, and started moving my lips from her neck to her glorious C-cup breasts. I don't think I hurt her, but holy fuck did I suck on those things. I grabbed them and motorboated her and did shit that I hadn't even considered doing with Meg. But I wanted more.

I fucking love eating pussy. I love it. It's almost better than sex in my mind. I could literally die eating pussy and be happy. I unzipped her pants and pulled them down. They got stuck on her shoes, and when she went to take them off, I pushed her down. That could come later. Right now, I was staring at her laced white thong. I pulled her thong to the side to reveal basically what I imagined the perfect pussy to look like. Neatly shaved except for a small strip of public hair just above her clit, and I went to town. I pulled her legs up into the air, pushed her thong to the side again, and licked from her ass up. I had absolutely no qualms about where I was going to stick my tongue, and I loved every second of it. While my left hand held her legs in the air, my right hand began rubbing the outside of her pussy while I continued to work on sucking on her clit. When I stuck my two fingers in, she came hard. I found her g-spot and began doing the "come here" motion with my index finger and she shuddered all around me.

I removed my hands and she shuddered again, and began lowering my head to go back down on her when she whimpered.

"Please… I need you in me."

I enjoy auditory stimulation over everything else. This was just what I needed to hear. I ripped off me shirt as took off her shoes and her pants, and it was my turn to stop her as she began taking off her thong. I wanted her to keep them on. I pushed her back down, pulled her thong to the side, and rubbed the head of cock on her clit. I didn't expect it when she wrapped her legs around my ass and forced me into her in my entirety. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I was so fucking aroused, and she felt fucking amazing. I had two options: try to slow down and enjoy myself, or plow the everliving shit out of her. I choose the later. I wrangled my hands under her ass (not hard), grabbed as hard as I could, and proceeded to fuck the shit out of her for thirty seconds.

"I'm muhhh bout to cuhhh-"

She threw me off of her, got down on her knees, threw her hands on my ass, and shoved my cock into her mouth and sucked. I think I shot twelve ropes into her mouth. I couldn't stop coming.

When all was done, she swallowed everything and looked at me on the ground. A woman can make a man melt with a certain look, and I was so unbelievably content right then that I had completely forgotten that I had just cheated on my girlfriend of two years.

We cleaned up. Meg never found out. We ended up breaking up three years later, a year after we graduated. I never hooked up with Michelle again, but we stayed close. She ended up dating my old R.A. (Resident Assistant) and we didn't really speak of it again. We've both since moved on, and I still see notifications of hers on Facebook and we occasionally talk when we message one another on birthdays, but I think we both knew that this was a one time thing, made even better by the fact that we both knew we shouldn't be doing this.

I hope you didn't mind the long read. This was my first time doing this, and I got really into it while writing all of this. It's been a long time since I've thought about that night, and it brought it all back for me :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3v6ngb/fucking_my_college_crush