my [23F] sexual extravaganza: chapter 1: max [m4f] [blowjob] [hookup]

In the spring of my junior year of college, I felt a sudden, abrupt (but not wholly unwanted) urge to start hooking up again. Keep in mind, at this point, my only experience with a “hookup” was a poorly-executed car sex incident in the parking lot of my dorm with a classmate the night before a biopsychology exam. It was awkward, and the memory of it often makes me cringe. And looking back, it might have been a cause for my 3 years of celibacy.

But I wanted that experience again. A sexual encounter with someone, preferably someone I knew very little about.

Luckily for me, the sudden resurgence of my sex drive coincided with a week in which I planned to do quite a bit of socializing: my 21st birthday.

The night before I turned 21, I went out just before midnight with two of my friends. We stopped for a little pre-birthday dessert, and I had my “first sip of alcohol” at the stroke of midnight. We moved on to a carnival-themed bar, and the first thing I saw when I walked in (carnival items aside), was an excruciatingly familiar face. He was seated in a booth with a group of friends, and we made instant eye contact. I went through my mental list of men I knew from my classes: “*Not Nick from personality theory… definitely not Jack from jazz band..*.”

I [22F] Went Through a Phase of Sexual Excess [MF]

(part I)

On the eve of my 21st birthday, back in 2019, I went out to celebrate with my friends. Shortly after midnight, we all got in line at a bar, where I dramatically flashed my ID (and received a short but sweet “happy birthday” from the bouncer). I hadn’t ever been to a bar or a club, so I took in the sights and sounds, and people-watched while my best friend bought me a blowjob (the beverage, don’t be gross). On my first look-around, I made eye contact with an incredibly tall man seated at the corner of a booth with a group of friends. I squirmed a bit: I felt like my outfit had been painted on, with my skintight black jeans, and a tight gray top with a deep see that showed most of my lace-covered tits. I squirmed, but maintained eye contact. This guy was so hot, and also looked so familiar, but I couldn’t place him at the time.