Hey everyone! :)
This is a more recent story. If you’ve read my others, you’ll probably be surprised to know that this was my first sexual experience with someone older. I’ve never mentioned it before, but I probably seem like the type lol.

A little background about meee! I’m 18 (nearly 19). I’m a self-taught NodeJS, so I do freelance work. I’m telling you this because you might ask “how could you possibly do this at your parent’s house?”. I make a decent living, and I’m happy how I am, so I moved into a nice little apartment (recently). I’m a lot happier with the independence and all that.

Anyways, that’s where the story takes place. If you’re wondering what I look like, I’m pale, kinda short, busty, not super skinny but not “fat”, blue hair, crystal blue eyes, and plenty of energy ;) I wouldn’t really look like a slut when you first meet me. I wear glasses sometimes, too, and I dress relatively normally.

Now, on to the story. EASILY one of the fucking sexiest MFing sexy times I have ever had, and that’s probably saying a LOT. However, it was a bit embarrassing, for reasons that I’ll get to later. Read more »

You always told yourself you’d hold on to your virginity, at least a until you started dating a real guy, not the fuck boys who always tried so desperately to get in your pants and failed miserably. You told yourself that you’d keep to your high standards didn’t you? But… what if Rob meets those standards? What if you say no now and lose out on what may be the best chance you ever have? It doesn’t have to be a one night thing, maybe it can be more.

Cautiously, you proceed up the steps. Its dimly light by single strands of dim Christmas lights, but still has a class and style you didn’t expect. This isn’t our typical frat house, maybe that’s why a guy like Rob lives here. You did say no fuck boys and its obvious Rob is no fuck boy. You find the door and hesitate to open it. “Buck up Kaitlin. It’s now or never” you think to yourself. The door opens slowly, revealing the whisper in your ear. Read more »

It was like time had frozen. Being in his arms suddenly made you the only person in the room, the only one in the world. All bodily control had flown out the window. Pussy wet, nipples erect, heart racing, what the hell was going on? You’ve never felt like this, no one ever warned you about how this could happen. The worst part, you didn’t know what to do about it. You couldn’t say anything, that would embarrass you. You also couldn’t just deal with these feelings on your own. You could tell that you’d need some form of help.

Time begins again, and the hug is over. Steph starts talking, saying that she hoped Rob would be surprised to see you. What was she talking about? Why would you be a surprise? Was he hoping to see you or something? Your mind races and your bodily condition worsens. What if he does want you? Do you let him take you? What does it all mean? You decide you can’t handle this right now so you continue the conversation till you can escape to some dark corner to contemplate what’s happening. You find the bathroom and sit. You can feel the wet spot in your panties, it’s warm to the touch. Why didn’t you have a purse or something with a spare pair? Enough about that, you need to get yourself together. You have a party to attend! Read more »

I was ready to give up. I had caught the attention of a [poster on RAOMD](https://www.reddit.com/r/RandomActsOfMuffDive/comments/7l4mwi/27_f4m_anyone_up_for_a_challenge_in_nyc), and we were messaging back and forth, but it didn’t feel like we’d ever meet. This was happening, or that, but then as we continued to talk, I sent a message saying all I wanted for Christmas was her legs wrapped around the backside of my head.. and I guess that did the trick.

A short while later, while I was out getting drinks with a friend at a local bar, she texted and asked “What about tonight?” And then we had liftoff. She wouldn’t be able to make it to the neighborhood until after midnight, but she acknowledged feeling sorry for coming off flakey and then made the drive to come out and play, so long as I could help her park when she had made it to me.

She arrived to the apartment around 1230 or 1a, and called me to have me help park the car. We found a spot that ultimately she could just pull into, and so there weren’t any issues with parallel parking – something she admitted wasn’t her strong suit. Read more »

Another Week of Christmas and you’re going to be stuck with family that you can’t stand. You have to relieve some stress somehow, but how? You could always hangout with friends before they leave for their family get togethers, but is that enough? You’re not in a friend mood, you’re looking for something new and exciting. So it’s a no for friends, no boyfriend cause who wants one when you’re about to go to college next month. Wait, College. College means frat guys and frat guys means parties. There’s gotta be tons of Christmas parties, you just have to get to them. This is gonna require some phone calls.

Finally, you get ahold of you sister Steph. She hasn’t left campus yet, probably trying to avoid family like you are. You’re assigned to the same dorm next semester so it was easy to find her place. Both of you spent the next few hours getting dressed and decked to the nines. You’re not like the rest of these college sluts, you have class. Your outfit hugs every curve with grace, any man looking at you will go wild. But you won’t give in. You are going in to college with high standards. It would take one hell of a man to catch your attention. After all, you’re a virgin and planned on losing it your way, not anyone else’s. Read more »