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“I’ve changed the names”
“We’ll call them ‘xxxxx'”
Or just generally putting their “names” in quotation marks.
Nobody gives a shit. Even if you use real names the likelihood anybody will know who you’re talking about or actually put the effort into finding them is so minuscule it’s not worth it.
It detracts from the story, it’s distracting, and 99 times out of 100 names are unnecessary at all.
I’m a female grad student in the sciences. I’ve been to a handful of conferences over the past few years, but this summer was the first time I met and fucked someone at one of them. It also happened to be my first sex outdoors and led to a lot of personal realizations about my sexuality. It’s kind of a long story, but I had to do it justice, for reasons that will become obvious at the end. Feel free to skip The Set-Up section if you want to go right to where it gets physical.
**The Set-Up**
The week-long conference was my first time at one of the fancy, smaller meetings, where it’s mostly professors, and everyone gets drunk together and stays up late almost every night. As a bonus, it was located in a beautiful, remote, natural area. Technically speaking, I did know him (“S”) beforehand. Our advisors are collaborators, and for parts of our respective doctoral theses we’re working on different parts of the same big project. We’d been on a couple of big conference calls together, and emailed each other a few times to coordinate various aspects of our work. Based on these interactions, I thought he was reasonably attractive, pleasant to interact with, and competent at his work. However, I hadn’t felt sexually attracted to him, so I went into the conference not expecting anything, and not even thinking about the fact that I would be meeting him in person for the first time.
So this happened recently, and my head is still spinning.
Some back story:
I’m married and we have a couple we’re pretty good friends with. The girls used to work together, and I met Jay, the husband through socializing with them. Jay and I hang out a bit, but I wouldn’t say we’re great friends. But the girls are quite close and talk all the time. The wife, Kay, has confided with my wife that their sex life is very lacking – mainly she wants it a lot more than Jay is up for. Having said that, there’s never been any hint of flirting or any sexual tension between me and Kay.
So last week, my wife calls me at work and tells me that Kay has some awful virus or something on her laptop, and with me being the tech savvy one in the group, she wants to know if I can get rid of it. I tell her to just bring it over to the house tonight and I’ll take a look. But no, Kay is panicky and wants to bring it to my office right away. Okay, no problem, tell her to come on over. It’s close to quitting time and I’m not doing all that much anyway. Worth mentioning at this point that I work in a small firm and have a very private office and everyone else was already gone for the day.
My girlfriend (Rachel) and I have been together for 3 ½ years now and while we do love each other, the past year and half or so we’ve been increasingly talking about inviting others into the bedroom with us (men for her and woman for both of us), as well as doing swaps if the opportunity arose and all involved parties were okay with it. It had almost happened a couple times now with a couple of her friends, but we could never get to the end goal as there would always seem to be a cock block in the way.
This story however starts 2 days ago when on a whim I wanted to surprise my girlfriend with a romantic getaway at a local resort/spa for a day during the weekend. After booking the room, we planned to hit one of the many pools they had there, grab some food from the hotel lounge, and then head to club district to get see what happens. The day itself was pretty uneventful; we just relaxed and drank a lot poolside while making random conversation with the other guests. Eventually the time came to go clubbing, so we went back to the room to get ready (aka fuck while taking a shower).
***Hi GWS! I am back with my much requested part 4! I hope you all enjoy! Again, side note: I TOUCH MYSELF AS I WRITE THIS! haha so I apologize if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes! If you comment nicely, I will be more than happy to fix them! :) also, for clarity’s sake, I will try to make the timeline as smooth as possible as these next events happened over the course of a few months. Ok, now that that is out of the way, please enjoy the read!***
READ PART 1 HERE: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bzquan/roommates_in_college_ff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app
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Roommates in college part 2! (In the shower) [FF] from gonewildstories
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Kait and I continued our “friendship” for a few weeks after the event. I would get back to my dorm from class, put on a sexy outfit and wait for Kait to get back. Sometimes I would be left with a note. They often would tell me the position I was required to be in before Kait enters the room.
I invited a few friends over for a friendly poker game one Friday night after work. We setup a makeshift poker table in the dining room, and John and I start to count chips. We usually play a tournament of Texas Hold Em, $50 buy in, winner takes all. Nothing huge but a nice little purse if you win. Jerry sits down and he and John continue to split chips while I go help the Mrs get drinks and snacks around. Keith and Rick are already carrying food to our makeshift “barroom”.
As the Mrs prepares the drinks I joke that she should put on the sexy maid outfit we bought for the Halloween party and serve us our drinks and snacks on a platter like a good girl. She shrugs it off with a smirk and continues about her business.
Here is my second chapter of this serial! As part 1 was more of a buildup to what comes in this chapter I hope readers will enjoy! I’m always open for feedback and suggestions also so feel free to comment and tell me what you think :)
For Christine, the days since meeting the new member of the 5th floor became slower and slower. Her work days as of late usually consisted of calling various on campus maintenance men to fix the chaos which the students on the 5th floor put their rooms through. 5-A had broken their oven because they thought it would be funny to see what happened when you heat up a fire work in there. Apartment 5-C would be fixed almost every other day due to them breaking a door or punching a hole in the paper-thin walls in the apartment. Christine sat in her quiet office, only the small fan in the corner of the room buzzed softly as cold air was blown into the room. She slowly rubbed her temples with her eyes closed, a light headache slowly overcoming her after a long conversation with Barry the builder.
Staring at the rain collecting on his windshield, Jason Conine was searching for reasons not to turn around and leave the school parking lot. As the smell of coffee became more intense in the cabin of the small car, he went through a mental checklist. The pro side was not winning.
It had been 45 days since he was last in class. He took advantage of extended winter holiday and added on some of the vacation time he had been saving to have a nice long vacation with his wife, Karen. He thought they would finally try to start a family. She had different plans.
When they were married 8 years ago, the plan was for them to wait a couple years before they tried to have children. Karen had just started at her law practice and the expectation had been that she was okay with taking a couple breaks early in her career to have the two children Jason had so desperately wanted. As time went on and Karen began her ascension up the practice roster, she was no longer talked about taking those breaks.
I’m returning from my 2-week trip, currently laying on a long ass transatlantic flight and reflecting on the past weeks of debauchery. I’ll provide some SFW context first.
I am a 25yo female, white, brunette hair and blue eyes, 5 feet 7”. I grew up in a fairly privileged environment, went to private schools and graduated from an Ivy League. I love my parents to death and we have a wonderful relationship; I did none of those to spite them. My college years were the wildest, however I always stayed away from any kind of drugs, including weed, never smoked and only drank socially. My drug was sex. I fucked probably several dozens of guys in my college days. I sort of have a type, which is blonde or brown hair, green or blue eyes, muscular or at least well built. Some may judge my “sluttiness” but I don’t really care. I found sex to be therapeutic, freeing, a power play. After I graduated college, I moved cross country, got a job that eats up lots of my time and became a little less active. Even then, I love picking up a handsome guy off the street or bar or workplace, take him to my house, fuck him, spend the night together, enjoy breakfast and send him his way.
This is a long one, sorry! I didn’t think it would end up so long but I hope you like reading it!
I grew up very sheltered. My parents were not risk-takers by nature and they did everything they could to keep my world as beige as possible. I had an 8pm curfew even when I was 18 and boyfriends were an absolute no-go. I had no idea how boys worked and instead of teaching me how to look after myself in the social world, my parents thought it best to simply remove me from it.
When I was 19 I had had enough. I had left education at 18 and taken a nice, stable office job but left that – and home – to be a live-in barmaid nearly 200 miles away. My parents spent days trying to talk me out of it but my mind was made up and I boarded the coach for the trip into the unknown.