I’m currently a senior in college and I can definitely say I’ve had my fair share of sexual experiences. I met a guy in one of my biology courses (as a sophomore)—but not really in class, haha. I was sitting outside of class and he had gone out to go to the bathroom. He saw me and couldn’t help but to say, “you bored outta your mind, too?” From there, we started talking and exchanged socials. He was really tall, and I guess you can say he fit the description of Aquaman (lmao). He had long hair, a full brown beard, and olive green eyes. I wanted to fuck this guy the second I laid eyes on him. We started texting, and things got flirty very quickly. We eventually arranged to meet up on a Saturday at the university’s library to “study”. We both arrived at the same time and took the elevator downstairs, where nobody typically goes. He couldn’t stop looking at my tits, but I acted like I didn’t notice. Finally, the elevator came to a halt and it opened to a spacious room with multiple dilapidated sofas encompassed by old bookcases. The lights were dim. We casually chose a couch, sitting so close that our thighs were touching. We started to make small talk, as I reached for my laptop. I forgot what we were talking about, but I eventually said, “let’s just do this later” and closed my laptop—inherently avoiding to study for our 5 chapter exam because of how horny I was. He began to compliment my figure and started to rub on my thigh. He kept rubbing as we spoke. I wasn’t listening to anything he was saying if I’m being honest. All I kept thinking about was how badly I wished for his hand to go further up my thigh—to the danger zone. So when I couldn’t take it anymore, I leaned in closer. The tension became strong and we finally kissed. He held onto my waist while I gripped his jaw, eventually pulling me closer to him. At this point, I was sitting on top of him. I felt his bulge under my now wet and creamy kitty. We were sloppily making out as he grabbed my hips and started to grind me against his cock. I gave him 4 hickeys, which appeared as crimson red on his porcelain white skin. He whispered, “you’re such a fucking freak”. I eventually scooted down and grabbed his cock over his sweatpants, revealing it’s silhouette against my small hands. I softly asked him to see it, as I was holding onto the very front of his briefs, desperate to pull them down. He nodded. I began stroking what seemed to be an 8 inch cock—so hard that he started to groan as we began making out again. I asked if I could taste the tip, subtly licking his pre-cum with it. I kept licking his big swollen knob like a newborn kitten. I was fighting the urge to put the whole thing in my mouth. I wanted it so badly. He suggested we go to his dorm, and I didn’t even hesitate to say yes.