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**Background:**
I was a junior in college in this story, and I was only a few months out of an abusive relationship. It was everyone’s first weekend back to campus after my school’s unusually long winter break (they have a short winter term in January I was there for). This means it was already the first week of February, and Super Bowl weekend. Since it’s the first weekend with everyone back and my team is playing in the Super Bowl, by Friday I am in rare form. I won’t tell you who my team is because that would give away the year, but I can tell you they were playing the Patriots. That doesn’t help, I know.
**Setup:**
By the time my final class of the week ended, I had long since checked out of school mode and checked into weekend mode. I went straight to the liquor store to spend money I didn’t have on some things to make celebratory drinks with my 4 roommates. I splurged and bought something way out of my budget – Café Patron and Bailey’s. The plan was to make the “Mini Guinness” shot in the Starbucks mini cups we stole from the campus Starbucks. They were about a shot, shot and a half, right? Nope, no they weren’t. They were about 3 shots when filled to capacity, we would later learn (the hard way).
Celebrations started early with the guys in the apartment across the hall. Since I had only recently moved into that apartment (long story), I had only met some of them a couple of times, including Gabe. After two solo cups of cherry vodka and sprite, and lots of football talk with the boys, it was time for the girls to go back across the hall and get ready. Soon as we were ready, we went to the kitchen for shots. Three of us took two of the Mini Guinness shots each, but one of my roommates couldn’t finish her second, so of course I took the rest. Next stop was back with the boys to reconvene before our walk to the bar. The guys were all doing a shot of 100 proof Captain, but all the girls opted out. Then they started teasing us and said we are not leaving until one of us does a shot. The other girls said no, but I thought about it for a second…challenge accepted! At this point my memory goes hazy, but I was informed that Gabe and I were off flirting in a corner, and I had given him my number.
We walk to the bar and I have a vague recollection of not being allowed in. I later found out I couldn’t find my ID… but it was in my hand. A friend who also was one of my roommates had put me in my bed, so I don’t know when I moved or why, but I woke up on the floor, face down with the contents of my wristlet around me. The next day, I felt like I had been beat up. The hangover, some bruises (potentially from falling out of my own bed?), and pure exhaustion from hardly getting sleep, had me in no condition to go out. But, when I finally charged my phone and checked my messages, this is what I saw:
(number with no name attached): Hey what are you up to
Me: xhf7ht48 (some nonsense of this nature)
It was Gabe, and I couldn’t even recall exchanging numbers. He asked if I was going to the party a friend was throwing that night, and I responded “absolutely not. Not with this hangover.” We talked about a combined pregame again next weekend for a little bit, and then I fell asleep around 10pm. Around 1:30, I woke up out of nowhere, and checked my phone.
Gabe: How are you feeling?
I was kind of upset over the state I had gotten into the night before, nothing major, but I think he sensed from conversation I was a bit down. He said he had a worse story of a night out gone wrong, and asked if I wanted to come over and talk and he would tell me about it. We talked for an hour or so on the couch, then went into his room and talked in there. Eventually, he kissed me, and we made out for a bit, but nothing else. I expected him to be up under my clothes in seconds, but he was not. He was a very good kisser – he’s the kind of guy that doesn’t shy away from tongue, but also isn’t trying to eat your face off. His hands went through my hair, behind my head, and ran up and down my back and arms. When he pulled back, it was late, and he asked if I wanted to sleep there. Even though my apartment was across the hall, I chose to stay with him.
**Fun:**
We both randomly woke up early. I checked my phone – 6:10 am. I had only been asleep 3 hours at most, and I had no idea Gabe had woken up too. I put my phone back down on his nightstand, and rolled back over to see him propped up on his side. Our eyes locked for a second, and without saying a word, he went in and kissed me like he had just a few hours before. This time, though, his hands eventually wandered. My sweatshirt and t-shirt I was sleeping in both came off together, and I pulled his t-shirt over his head. His hands were all over me, and there was something so raw and intense about the way he kissed my lips, down my neck, to my nipples. This guy knew what he was doing. The lack of words spoken added to the intensity and heat of the situation. – we followed each other’s movements and knew without speaking what we were after.
Eventually we were both fully naked in his bed without speaking a single word. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his hardness against me. I could feel that he was bigger than average, but I didn’t even get to see how big before feeling him at my entrance. He slowly started to push inside, and he was big enough that it wasn’t sliding right in. I wrapped my legs and arms around his body tighter, pulling him the rest of the way in all in one motion. He gave a few slower thrusts before going animalistic on me and pumping wildly. I adjusted my legs a little, and this altered the angle just enough that I could feel myself beginning to cum in a couple minutes. The wave of pleasure went through my body silently. I’m sure he felt it in my body, and the extra wetness down there seemed to be sending him wild. He got extra grabby and animal like, and within another minute he pulled out and pumped multiple ropes of cum all over my body. He got up quickly to hand me the rest of the tissues in the box on his desk so I could clean up and get dressed. Finally, I spoke. I told him I had to start getting ready to go home and watch the Super Bowl with my family since our team (his team too) was playing. He responded, “text you later,” and gave me a kiss before leaving.
I figured we would hook up again, since we both seemed to enjoy it, and were clearly attracted to one another. However, I would have never guessed that it wouldn’t happen again until the first weekend of the following semester – the first weekend of our senior year.