Her Going Away Present [mf] [long]

I didn’t have my first job until I started college. My parents thought that having a part time job my freshman year would do me good in teaching me some responsibility and time management skills. It was nothing exciting—just a sales associate gig at a clothing store in the mall not far from campus.

The job itself was pretty stale and boring, but what made it so great were the other employees. Aside from the store manager and assistant store manager, every other employee was also a student at the university. So while my parents were right in that my first job did teach me to be responsible and keep track of time, my coworkers also properly introduced me to the college party scene. My coworkers quickly became my base friend group at school.

Now, the employee structure was like a pyramid at this place and there were three groups that made it up. Like most jobs, you have your managers at the top. The bottoms group was comprised of the part-time employees, seasonal help, and new hires. I was in the bottom group, naturally. But between the bottom and top tiers was a very small group of supervisors, or Leaders on Duty (LODs).

The Time With the Theater Girl From the UK [MF]

My economics class my sophomore year was brutal. Like, impossibly hard. Not because the subject was one I didn’t grasp, but because the professor was the most inept college professor ever. She was this little, mousy lady who had chicken scratch for handwriting. Anytime she would write on the board, it was impossible to read. And she never taught what was on the exams. This was one of those classes that you had to teach yourself and hope for the best.

From the beginning of the semester, I usually sat in the same seat each class (I’m just weird like that), and for the most part the same people sat around me, but everyone tended to keep to themselves. There was one girl in particular that always sat on my left with a seat between us. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but her face was striking. Very symmetrical and intense. And for that reason, she was attractive. She had shoulder length auburn hair, dark brown eyes, and wore a bit too much eye makeup in my opinion with the winged eyeliner, but it fit her I guess. Her body was nothing to brag about other than she was tall and slim. She could definitely be a model, but had no real curves. The only other thing I knew about her was that her name was Leonie, which I thought was interesting.

The Good Luck New Year’s Fuck [MF]

This is a continuation of a story I had posted earlier about the amazing blowjob I received at my Christmas dinner by my newly reacquainted friend Danielle. The original post is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5vd73p/christmas_dinner_blowjob_mf/), if you need to read it. (I suggest you do, it’s pretty good.)

The days after Christmas, Danielle and I actually didn’t see each other. She and her mom and sister took a day and went shopping the day after Christmas and my dad and I took a day and went fishing the next day. Danielle and I still continued to communicate through text, but we really didn’t talk much of the night of the dinner. We mostly flirted back and forth with the end of one of the days ending with her sending me a few photos of her modeling her new clothes, which included a few new pairs of underwear she got at Victoria’s Secret (very nice!)

Eventually a couple days before New Year’s, she continued her routine of jogging each day and stopping by the pool afterwards. We would sit out for most of the afternoon and talk. This was definitely heading more into the “relationship” zone than just a “hit it and quit it” thing, but I didn’t mind. We got along really well and seemed to have incredible chemistry. She was really down to earth but also had this bubbly personality and always made a way for things to be fun.

Christmas Dinner Blowjob [MF]

Again, thanks for the awesome responses and feedback on the stories. I’ve really enjoyed sharing them and I hope you enjoyed reading them. I’ve been trying to type out another story for you all and I think I have one you might enjoy.

This is the story about the Christmas Dinner Blowjob. (Don’t worry, there’s no incest here.)

During my junior year of college, I went to my dad’s house in Florida. My parents had divorced when I was young and my mom moved to the Midwest while my dad stayed in Florida. I finished high school with my dad but decided to go to college in the Midwest and had spent the last two Christmases with my mom. So it was past time to spend a holiday with my dad in the sunshine.

I arrived about a week and half before Christmas and was sad to find out that most of my high school friends were still out of town (although, I didn’t have many friends in high school). So I spent most of my days sleeping in late and sitting out by the pool in the afternoons. My dad worked from home mostly so we were able to spend quite a bit of time together, but every once in a while he’d have to leave to go meet a client or something.

How I Lost [M]y V-card in A [F]rat House Bathroom

Wow, I really didn’t expect the kind of response to my initial post. I just really wanted to share that experience. But since I know it wasn’t the most common type of post on here (a little more sentimental than most), I figured I’d share another story with you that I briefly mentioned before.

This is how I lost my virginity in a frat house bathroom.

Anna and I had just broken up maybe a month prior to this. It was a pretty rough breakup for me since I had been hearing rumors from my other friends that she had rebounded pretty quickly. I was genuinely pissed, and pretty cynical on the whole dating/love game at the moment. But I kind of fell into this funk of depression. I mean, we were together for nearly 2 years and she had already hooked up with another guy (like wtf?). In the weeks following the breakup, I mostly stayed to myself and buried my head in school work. My friends would all be out on the weekend partying and I would stay in my dorm room feeling sorry for myself.

[F]ucked [m]y ex girlfriend for the first time

So I fucked my ex girlfriend last week for the first time. Probably not something anyone would normally say, but this wasn’t exactly a normal situation. To get the whole story, we have to go back to when my ex and I were still dating, which was about 6 years ago…
(I apologize for the long post… but not really, it’s my story.)

Anna and I started dating my senior year of high school, and it was a really great relationship. We were one of those really naive and obnoxious couples who were “in love” from day one. (Sorry to all our friends on Facebook.) We had really great chemistry and it always seemed like we would be together until the end. But there was one really big down side to us: distance. Very long distance. Anna lived about 7 hours away. So our relationship virtually existed through phone conversations, text, and Skype for about 2 years. But like I said before, we had great chemistry and we never ran out of things to talk about. And at that stage in life, a LDR was good for me. I enjoyed the companionship a relationship had to offer while still maintaining a very high level of freedom.