I heard the door click open and Sam walked back in from the gym, his loose tank top coming off immediately and getting tossed aside. It had been almost a month since the panties incident, and I’d gotten so much better about not being completely… well, creepy around him. Although when he’s making small talk, shirtless, fresh from the gym, god I wanted him. It wasn’t that he was ripped- he was just.. big. Everywhere. His arm was bigger than my thigh easily, and his hands- god, I swear he could wrap both hands around my waist and touch. He went to shower, his 9” cock soft between his legs as he went to the bathroom.

I had to get my mind off him, but considering Sarah, his.. I still didn’t know what they were, she came over sometimes late at night, and also she sat at a desk for 55 minutes three times a week as my T/A, and made announcements to class in an accent that made me wish she was less careful about her moans. I get why Sam liked her, she’s taller than me but has an aura about her that just is hot. God, she was nice too. I wanted her to be mean, but she was fucking helpful. Ugh. I wrapped up my class work and headed back, mad and a little needy. I hadn’t done… anything since I got to college and it was taking its toll. There was a party at my friends boyfriends’s frat later tonight, it’s really not my crowd but I forced myself to go, dressing up in a skirt that was shorter than I usually wore and panties that said fuck me across the front of them. No, literally- they had them printed right on it. My friend thought they were hilarious when she bought them.

Heavy 808’s rattled a suburban house’s window, I’m sure much to the disdain of neighboring retirees. Yelling could be heard everywhere, and the smell of boy hit you the moment you walk in the door. It was a proper college party. I don’t know what to do at parties, where do my hands go? I’m bad at dancing. This was a mistake. I have a few drinks and hang around a bit, but don’t really talk to anyone besides the people I already know. Why don’t those meet cute moments in rom-coms ever happ-

“Sorry!” He says, bumping into me and spilling half a shot down my dress.

“It’s okay” I say, although if there’s anything I hate more than frats it’s laundry. He introduced himself, and if it weren’t for the combination of my needyness and my frank ability to overpower him, he wouldn’t have gotten as far as he did talking to me. He’s not my type. He was a few inches taller than me and really scrawny, and made up for it by being loud and trying to be funny. His attempt to grow a beard was going about as well as his MBA. Strong and quiet is much better, I thought to myself. Ugh. I needed something though. Look I’m not proud but I kinda realized that fucking him got me away from this party and hopefully some mental peace of mind from getting properly fucked, even though I could beat him in arm wrestling.

I finally was the one to send the “stay out of the dorm” text to Sam, and we got in the door and I kissed this guy, mostly to shut him up. Shirts and skirts came off, and I dropped to my knees. Size doesn’t really matter to me- honeslty. But.. I was underwhelmed. I pulled down his jeans and a few inches met me, but his balls- his balls were tiny and I immediately put my mouth on him so he wouldn’t catch my smile. I felt so bad. It was easy to take him, but I made a good show of it, putting my lips to the base and feigning gagging. I do get really sloppy, I always have, something about having dick in my mouth just makes me drool, a lot. I stood up and laid back on the bed, and he crawled on as well, read my panties, and said “heh, don’t mind if I do” Ugh. Should’ve kicked him out right there. I was doing my best to get in the mindset of getting my mind off Sam. I kept my knees together as he slid off my panties and spread my legs, pressing his crest to mine in missionary and fooling for what felt like ages before he slid it in. I moaned a little, and I felt him start to thrust.. slow little jackhammer thrusts that did nothing. He loved eye contact. I was doing my best fake but I don’t think it was very convincing. God please be quick, I thought. I wanted it, I needed to get fucked, and here I was with a guy on top of me and nothing. Sam would’ve made me feel something. God sam with his big chest and amazing big

“Do you do anal” I was pulled back from my Sam fantasy and remembered I was with a guy.

“Um, yea” I said, which is sorta true. I had messed around with it a bit on my own and my ex really liked it. He bent my legs back and pulled out of me. He grabbed a belt I had in a drawer and pulled my hands above my head on my back and tied them to the bedframe with it, pretty tight. “Okay,” I thought. “This is fun. Maybe there’s something here.” I love being tied up. Bold of him to guess but he pulled me against the edge of the bed and slid in my ass. I moaned a bit more, doing my best to use my fake moans to interrupt his bad dirty talk. He got maybe 10 strokes and let out a weak little gasp as he came in my ass. He was breathing heavy, I was not. He pulled out and smiled, asked how many times I came as he pulled on his pants, and started walking out the door.

“Wait.” “Wait!”

The door closed behind him. I was naked on my bed, my hands tied, my pussy wet, and cum leaking out my ass. Oh my god. What a dick.

I was there a few hours until Sam knocked at the door, I took a deep breath and said

“come in, the coast is sorta clear.”

“Can you come untie me?”

He rounded the corner of our room and saw my predicament. I expected a quip, or a comment, or anything but he said nothing but asking if I was okay, as he grabbed the belt and slid it off my wrists. I needed a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and he used one arm to lift me to where I was sitting on his lap, my head on his shoulder. He looked down on me when I was sitting on his lap. I couldn’t get over that. I told him what happened, how bad the sex was, that I hate bringing strange guys home for just that reason. We talked like friends for 30 minutes like that, my naked ass on his fully clothed thigh.

“Go take a shower” he said. You had a long night.