[MF] One night stand with a guy from my university.

I’m a long time lurker and fan of this channel. I figured I’d write my first story. This is the true story of a hot one night stand.

So, it was a Saturday night, about 18 months ago. I was out with friends, drinks first, then dancing. We went to our student union bar. It’s shit, but the drinks are cheap and the music is sometimes quite good for cheesy drunken dancing. So who cares if the floors are sticky and there’s piss all over the floor of the ladies loo?

It was a good night. I was in the mood for having some fun, after weeks of revision and stress – I’d finished one set of exams and I was ready to let my hair down, ideally by getting shitfaced on cheep lager and dancing like a freak.

A group of lads were tagging along with us. Some were friends with some of our group, plus some of their other mates and housemates. It was a friendly crowd.

Walking from the pub back to the union, I got chatting to a guy I’d seen around but never spoken to before. Medium height, ginger hair and freckles, he had a nice face and a friendly smile, and with a few drinks inside us both, conversation and laughter flowed easily.

In the union, more cheap drinks in our hands, I dragged him to the dancefloor. He was skinny, geeky, but not a bad dancer to the cheesy tunes. Better than me anyway, I’m all arms and legs flailing.

We danced and laughed and drank our drinks, got more from the bar and went back to the dance floor together. My friend gave me a wink as we walked past and I figured – yeah – why not. I was single, a bit drunk, and in the mood for some fun.

So as the crowded dancers pushed us closer together, I put my arm around his waist and pulled him close, and we kissed. And the kissing was good, gentle but enthusiastic, just enough tongue to be sexy. It had been a few weeks since I’d had sex, and my body was making its enjoyment of the kissing very clear indeed.

I took hm outside. It was getting on for 1am, the bar would be closing soon anyway.

“Shall we go?” I asked. “Back to mine, it’s only 10 minutes walk.”

“Good plan,” he says, of course.

We held hands and walked, talking about our courses, about mutual friends. It wasn’t what either of us were really thinking about. I put my arm around his waist, then wriggled my hand down inside his jeans, inside his underwear, cupping his bare bottom.

“So,” I said cheerfully, “what part of my body are you most looking forward to seeing?”

“Umm, aren’t we supposed to pretend I’m just coming over for coffee?”

“Too risky,” I said. “You say that, then you get in and one of you actually starts making coffee, which you don’t really want, and you have to sit there and drink it feeling awkward, and by the time you do get to bed you realise you have nothing in common, so you have disappointing sex then you’re full of coffee so you lie awake all fucking night wondering if it’s rude to just fuck off home.”

“So protip,” he says… “skip the coffee?”

“Yes, skip the fucking coffee. We’re going back for sex.” I squeeze his bum. “I’ve probably got some water. If the sex is good, you can stay for breakfast.”

“Fair enough.”

“Hey, in here…” I yank my hand out of his trousers, and lead him into a Tesco metro. “Essentials.”

We’re the only people in the store. We walk to the bathroom aisle and locate the condoms. I’m facing the shelves, with him behind me. He puts his hands around me, and I turn my neck to kiss him. We stand there in Tesco’s for a minute, snogging, my back to his front. His hand is resting on my tummy, on top of my dress, just above my knickers.

With one hand I lift the front of my skirt, and with the other I push his hand into my knickers, my own hand on top of his.

Our hands move down through my pubic hair together, and he curls his fingers inwards, between my lips. I can feel my own wetness, hot and slippery, as his finger curls upwards against my clit and I give a little gasp. I crane back to kiss him again, while he strokes me, my body shaking with pleasure.

A couple of seconds later, I hear the hiss of the shop’s automatic doors, and I quickly yank his hand out of my pants as a group of students come wandering into the store.

“Naughty…” I say, grabbing some condoms off the shelf. “Fingering in Tesco. Whatever next…?”

I take his hand, feeling the wetness on his fingers as I pay for the condoms. I am in a high state of sexual arousal, my heart racing, hyper-aware of the material of my bra against my nipples, of the wetness of my cunt.

I let us into my flat, just 2 minutes’ walk from the Tesco. I lead him up the short staircase, straight to the bedroom, and close the door behind us, pinning him against it with my body, my mouth on his, kissing much more urgently now.

It’s summer, so we don’t have coats on, I’m just in a dress and he has a t-shirt and jeans. He pulls the dress over my head, and I fumble to undo his trousers, pushing them down and then wrapping my hand around his erection as he fumbles with my bra.

I lead him over to the bed, his trousers still around his ankles. He pushes them off awkwardly, stepping out of his shoes, his erection sticking out in front of him like a flagpole. I’m naked apart from my bra and socks. I sit on the bed, my hand reaching for his erection, pulling it into my mouth.

I suck him for a few seconds, but I need him inside me. “Condom, condom…” I say, urgently. He grabs the Tesco bag and fumbles to open the packet and get a condom out. I take it off him, inpatient, literally panting with desire. I unwrap one and roll it down his cock, then pull him on top of me, one hand between my legs guiding him quickly and easily into my cunt.

We fuck, hard and passionate, kissing, crying out in pleasure, my hand on his bum pulling him into me with each thrust. “I need to see your tits,” he says between thrusts, and I reach behind my back and undo my bra, pulling it off as he brings his mouth onto my nipples. My pleasure is building and I know I’m going to cum, after only a couple of minutes of fucking, but I literally can’t stop, and I grab his body and pull it hard against mine, my hips thrusting up into his as a huge orgasm explodes outwards from my pussy, pulsing and pumping pleasure through my body.

I hold him tight, slowing down his thrusts, as my body twitches with aftershocks. He lifts himself up on his arms and looks at me.

“Ok…?” he asks.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I say, catching my breath.
We lie beside each other and kiss. I pull the condom off and stroke his cock. It’s a lovely size, not too big, not too small, and perfectly hard as my hand slides over it. I move down his body to take it in my mouth, and he moves round underneath me, letting my lift my leg over his head so I’m on top in the 69 position.

He uses his fingers and tongue together as I suck his cock, licking my clit and curling his fingers inside me, up against my G-spot, and it seems like I’m going to have a second orgasm before he cums once, but then his cock starts to twitch, and I lift myself up on one arm and point it at my chest, as it unloads spurt after spurt of cum, all over my tits.

I hold his cock, stroking it gently to prolong his orgasm as long as I can, then sit up and turn around, sitting astride him, letting him see his cum all over my body.

He reaches forward with both hands and rubs his slippery cum against my tits, but I push his hand down between my legs, saying “touch me, I’m close”.

His fingers are covered in his cum as he slides them inside me… I didn’t care… my orgasm was too close, and I arched back on the bed, rocking my hips towards him as he rubbed his thumb against my clit and curled his fingers inside me until I came again, my body shaking with pleasure and release.

We cuddled afterward, sleepy now, and though I wondered if he would get up and go, he stayed and slept beside me.

In the morning I woke feeling sticky and a little hung over, though nothing a big gulp of water from the tap couldn’t cure. I went for a wee, then came back and knelt on the bed, looking at his body as he woke up. I looked down at his naked body, pale and ginger in the daylight. Though he was skinny, he had some nice muscle definition, with visible biceps and a trace of a 6-pack. His morning erection was at half-mast. I took in the whole package, blood moving back towards my groin.

“Morning,” he said, sleepily.

“Good morning.” I admired his body some more, as he looked up at mine.

“God you have amazing tits,” he says, his erection getting larger as he stares as me, sealing the deal.

“We can do it again if you like,” I say, businesslike. “But it’ll have to be quick because I have rugby training in 40 minutes.”

I stretch my arms up above my head, and get an unwelcome whiff of my own armpits. Also from the taste in my mouth, I can tell my breath is rank.

“Come on,” I say. “I stink – lets fuck in the shower.”

I grab the condoms and we head to the bathroom, my arse leaving a silent fart in the bedroom as we walk out. I am so classy!

In the shower, he slides his hands over my body, enjoying the slippery soap, the warm water, his hands on my tits as I stroke his cock. I unwrap a condom and roll it down his dick, then turn and put my hands against the wall.

Our relative heights are good for shower fucking. He slides easily inside me and fucks me from behind, his hand sliding round my body to play with my tits, then down to caress my clit.

“Cum inside me,” I say, realising he didn’t do that last night.

“Ok,” his says, “yes, ok…”. He thrusts hard, grunting in pleasure as he cums, one hand clasped over my tit.

He slides out of me, his cock softening as I turn towards him. He reaches between my legs, but I stop him.

“It’s ok,” I say. “I’m not that close, and I’ve got to get to training. You were fucking good though.”

He gets out the shower, and I wash my hair quickly, then come out to find him already dressed. A bit awkward now, he diffidently watches me dress.

“Umm, I should probably go,” he says. “Umm, do you want my number?”

I stop dressing and stand in front of him in my underwear, holding his hands.

“Honestly,” I say, “I had fun. But I’m not looking for a boyfriend… I’m just out of a relationship, bit fucked off with men, yadda yadda – you don’t want to know. So look, I’m going to say no… let’s just remember this as a perfect one night stand.”

And that was it… I think he was disappointed, but he said goodbye and left.

Anyway, that’s my story. I hope you enjoyed it!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9x9e7j/mf_one_night_stand_with_a_guy_from_my_university