[M]y Latina [f]riend from home and her partner-in-crime: a multi-part odyssey

So, this is another story from my fraternity days, about a visitor who knew exactly how to thank her hosts. My junior year, I lived in the basement across the hall from my buddy, who we’ll call Dave. Dave and I didn’t always party together, but one night I got a call from some friends from my hometown who were gonna be around that night. I asked Dave if he wanted to grab some beers and entertain these ladies, and he was 100% down. So, who were my friends?

Stephanie was a slightly chubby, short, shy Latina who I’d known for years. She had brown hair with blonde highlights, cut to her shoulders with bangs. She wore fashion-y clothes, lots of high-waisted dresses and flowy tops, expensive jewelry, always carried Gucci handbags. That kind of girl. She had big brown eyes, a cute button nose, and an ass like a goddamn freight train. But that wasn’t her defining feature: Steph had perfect, round, firm double D’s, that protruded over her little tummy.

A[f]ter a breakup, Liz shows [m]e her skills

So, in my [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8dvte9/she_came_she_saw_she_fucked/?st=jgax8bze&sh=ab67bab1), I told you about Liz and I’s first time, sort of. We went along like that for a few months, handjobs and fingering, though of course I was anxious to fuck her. But, it never happened, and we broke up. Not acrimoniously, though it was clear she still wanted to be together.

A year passed, and I saw through Facebook that Liz had moved on, and had a boyfriend at her own college. I went through fraternity pledging, and had plenty of fun with some other women (more stories? Perhaps…), eventually entering my sophomore year with my own room at the house. One night, drunk and bored, I texted Liz and said something along the lines of “miss u, sorry we haven’t talked for a while”. She responded, clearly stone-cold sober, “That’s not all I miss. What are you doing tonight?” It was 11 pm, so I knew exactly what she meant. We texted back and forth, flirting with each other, and eventually she decided she’d come over. “But not to fuck. OK? Just to hang out”. Of course, we both knew how absurd that statement was.

She ca[m]e, she saw, she [f]ucked

So, this is a story about an ex. A former girlfriend who was a virgin when we dated, and then eventually came back after losing it to show me what she had learned. But first, let’s talk about that first handjob:

Liz was cute, with mousy dirty-blonde hair, a round face with bright blue eyes, and a soft, feminine body. We met at her college, when I went to visit a female friend from high school. She lived down the hall from my friend, and we all pregamed a concert together. I was the only guy in the group, and so I probably drank a bit too much, trying to show off. I couldn’t help noticing Liz’s firm ass as she danced and shimmied, her B-cups bouncing in a white tank top, her soft stomach a smooth protrusion. She had fair skin, and blue eyes that flashed with excitement, especially after a few drinks. I danced with her, and my friend, and the night was a success. The concert was great, and at the end Liz put her number in my phone and said to just come visit her next time.