[7 min.] Swiss exchange student: “The horniest I’ve ever been on a first date” [MF]

Alright boys…here’s the full [Andrea story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/olyklw/swiss_exchange_student_the_horniest_ive_ever_been/). Apologies for the wait, u/chiller619.

*In pitch darkness, Andrea pulled down my boxers, gently wrapped her fingers around my dick, and whispered, “How do you like your handjobs?”*

Though I grew up in a typical family with two sons and two parents, I would say I grew up in an atypical household. Since I was nine (until present day), our family took in homestay students (or exchange students). They would come from all over to learn English: Japan, Korea, Brazil, China, and so on. Further, they were always girls (despite having two sons, my mom had thought boys might be more difficult to manage). Throughout the years, the number of students ranged from two to ten; on average, I’d say there would be five female exchange students living with us at any given time. I remember how we would all hold our plates and line up for dinner like our kitchen was some sort of cafeteria. We would eat, celebrate Christmas, and even play Scrabble together. Growing up with these students was a unique experience – it was like having a rotating group of international sisters that came and went throughout the years. And I always did see them as sisters, until somewhere around puberty.

Swiss exchange student: “The horniest I’ve ever been on a first date” [MF]

In response to u/Farkrye’s tip, I’ve attempted to dial it back and let the story tell itself. Enjoy!

*In pitch darkness, Andrea pulled my boxers down, gently wrapped her fingers around my dick, and whispered, “How do you like your handjobs?”*

I grew up in a typical family with two sons and two parents; however, I would say I grew up in an atypical household. Since I was nine (until present day), our family took in homestay students (or exchange students). They would come from all over to learn English: Japan, Korea, Brazil, China, and so on. Further, they were always girls (despite having two sons, my mom had thought boys might be more difficult to manage). Throughout the years, the number of students ranged from two to ten; on average, I’d say there would be five female exchange students living with us at any given time. I remember how we would all hold our plates and line up for dinner like our kitchen was some sort of cafeteria. We would eat, celebrate Christmas, and even play Scrabble together. Growing up with these students was a unique experience – it was like having a rotating group of international sisters that came and went throughout the years. And I always saw them as sisters, until somewhere around puberty.

Car sex with a Japanese exchange student [MF]

FYI – u/taketomygrave, this isn’t the Japanese exchange student story I mentioned in the other post’s comments, but still Japanese nonetheless (if that’s your thing!)

This story takes place nine years ago – I was 19 years old, and this was the second girl I’d ever had sex with. I had known her for the better part of four hours before it happened.

In my second year of university, I had a part-time job at an English as a Second Language (ESL) school. The job was simple – allow students to practice their English by socialising with them. In other words, get paid to just hang out with hundreds of international college students. It was an amazing gig, and every shift was excitingly unique. One day, we could be planning an international talent show; on another, we could be taking a bus full of Korean students to a night club. On this particular evening, I was tasked to take a group of students to watch a local football/soccer match.

[M]y [f]irst time – Part Two

Back by the popular demand of literally one user (stonefio55), I proudly present to you – Part Two.

Stone – in case you needed a recap, here’s [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ohtc1m/my_first_time/).

As mentioned in the conclusion of Part One, Ellen and I parted ways in 2005. Apart from the odd Facebook message in 2011 (I was lonely in Hong Kong, and wondered if she had any good travel tips), we lost touch completely. Completely, that is, until the summer of 2015 – my brother’s wedding. And that’s where Part Two picks up.

At the time, I was living and working in Asia. I was both nervous and excited to hop on a plane and head back home for my brother’s wedding. I hadn’t been back in over a year, and it would be the perfect vacation to see some familiar places and faces again. Who doesn’t appreciate a bit of the old nostalgia. But on the other hand, I was a nervous wreck. My brother had made me his best man, and of course, I had to get up in front of everyone and give a speech. To this day, I detest public speaking. I detest public speaking as much as I enjoy sex (which I’ll get to in a moment, I promise), but I couldn’t let my big bruva down. Not on his big bruva day. So much like I’m doing now, I opened a note on my iPhone, and started writing.

[M]y [f]irst time

First time poster! This is a two part story about a girl I once knew, 10 years apart. If there’s interest, I’ll go ahead and write up part two. Part one begins at a McDonald’s.

When I was in tenth grade, with zero sexual experience, I got my first part-time job at a McDonald’s. Despite my lack of sexual history, they decided to hire me anyway. There were two entry level positions to choose from – front counter or kitchen. From what I understood, the front counter was mainly staffed by females, while the kitchen was full of dudes. Apparently, the team lead, a young Filipina a few years older than me, put me on front counter because she thought I was cute. This was confirmed on my first day, when she walked over with a smirk and said, “You’re cute,” and then gently slapped my dick in front of all the customers. Kidding about the second part. Although this fine young Filipina thang was indeed objectively attractive, my eyes were set on another girl that worked the front counter. Let’s call her Ellen. Because that’s her real name.