I was a twenty-year-old virgin, and it was starting to get me down. I could give excuses like I was focused on baseball, or there weren’t many girls in my neighborhood but the truth was I was afraid to talk to women. After two years of community college I finally left home for a major university where I played baseball. I figured I’d get my cherry popped there for sure. It wasn’t as easy as I had thought it would be. The school was sixty percent guys and most of the social scene revolved around fraternities.
My best friend and teammate Brad was a stud in high school but he struggled too. He had a crazy but hot ex named Jen from high school who he was trying to turn into a fuck buddy. One day a few weeks into the first semester Brad came to practice pissed off. “Steve, cock-blocked me. I finally got Jen to come to my room and Steve barges in and says ‘you wouldn’t believe what just happened.’”
I’m thinking yeah whatever dude you should have never broken up with her, she’s in a sorority and only dating frat guys. “How’d he cock-block you?”
Brad said, “He comes in all riled up and says he was eating this girls pussy then she ran off before she satisfied me. He kept saying ‘there’s a quid pro quo, there’s a fucking quid pro quo’. She already thinks all us baseball players are just trying to get laid.” I thought, at least you got a girl to your room.
Although Brad was my best friend I figured if I wanted to get laid I should hang out with Steve, he was the closest to getting laid. Steve’s ace in the hole was his fake ID. He was able to go to bars to meet girls. Brad and I could only go to fraternity parties where the girls were only interested in the frat guys.
I had my twenty-first birthday over winter break. When I got back me and Steve went out to bars. Even drunk I had a hard time working up the nerve to talk to women. I remember one girl shyly asking me the time. I said, “eleven-thirty” and went back to talking to Steve.
He said, “Dude she wanted you. What are you doing?” I had a lot to learn.
After a few more unsuccessful weekends of going out with Brad to frat parties and Steve to bars I finally met a girl late on a Friday night. Steve, who was still not very successful himself, introduced me to a girl at our favorite bar. She wasn’t smoking hot, but not bad looking either, nothing really stood out about her. She was medium height, with medium brown hair cut medium length. At this point I just wanted to get laid so when she lightly touched my forearm and looked at me with her medium brown eyes I didn’t hesitate. She said she had to go so I asked her if I could walk her to her dorm room.
On the way we held hands and smooched behind a bush. I said, “Let’s go to my room.”
She said, “What about your roommate?”
“He’s gone for the weekend.” I practically floated to my room. Once inside we wasted little time. She sat on my roommates lower bunk and I leaned in, we tongue kissed and I started feeling her medium breasts through her shirt. Before I could get off her shirt she pushed my hands away. I pulled back and looked at her disappointed, but she started kissing me again. I let my hands roam down to her crotch, she was really hot, her pussy was warm and wet.
She must have been ashamed of her medium tits because she pulled her pants off and let me finger her pussy. I pulled off my pants while still kissing her fervently. She moaned as I stuck two fingers in her slit. This was the farthest I’d gone with a girl. When she started nibbling my ear and whispered, “eat me,” I new I was finally going to get what I needed. She spread her legs and I slid down.
What I lacked in expertise I made up for in enthusiasm. I must have chewed and sucked for thirty minutes. I was all over that pussy. I must have spelled the alphabet twenty times. I remember thinking that she didn’t smell at all like tuna-fish as I used my nose like a dick. She pushed my head in enthusiastically, and as she came she moaned so loud I thought she’d wake up the neighbors.
When I pulled back to look at her face she quickly got up and pulled on her pants. As she left she looked back at my stiff divining rod of a cock and smiled but didn’t say a word.
At practice the next day Steve asked how it went and smiled knowingly when I answered.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/47o0cm/college_sex_mf
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This is well written. I wouldn’t use “medium” tits to describe when touching them, and I wouldn’t use “chewed” when eating her out, even though that’s kind of punny. I would also call it college head, or college oral sex. Not bad, though, not bad.