I (f18) went to college several states away. The night before I left for Uni my boyfriend John (M19) proposed. Part of the proposal was a promise to marry me when I returned from college. I said yes and was so ecstatic. I melted and almost didn't go. I eventually married John.

I told him I wanted to fuck him before I left. We were both virgins at the time and I figured since we were getting married, why not?

He said we should wait until our wedding night. It would be more special. We laid on his couch all night and just cuddled instead. Cuddling and some over the clothes groping while dry humping was as close to sex as we got.

I left the next morning and got settled in. The first few weeks were really rough. I was really struggling being on my own. I missed the shit out of John.Cried multiple times. To make matters worse, my roommate Hannah (F18) and her boyfriend (M20) had no problem fucking in front of me. Every night, all night, with the lights on. It was like live porn 24/7. I would masturbate quietly under my covers while they fucked.

I was about ready to drop out of school and go back home when Hannah consoled me. She said her boyfriend and his roommate Eric (M20) wanted to double date with us. She knew I had a boyfriend and said, “Think of it as a stand-in for John. You don't have to fuck him or even kiss him. Just go hang out; maybe you guys could cuddle after." I wasn't about to cheat on John, but the idea of snuggling did sound appealing.

I wanted to be held by John. I called him sobbing. Telling him how bad I missed him. How I wanted to come home. I told him Hannah had invited me to double. Nothing sexual, just hanging out. But I missed him. Wanted to see him.

What happened next left me speechless. John suggested I go and try to have a good time. "You're just hanging out as friends. If you want to be held by him, it’s okay." Those words still echo in my head. Having fun and maybe cuddling this guy with John’s permission sounded perfect.

With Hannah's help we got all dolled up. Hair, make-up, painted on low-rise jeans, a tight white midriff, matching lace bra, and thong set. Though I wasn’t planning on showing that off, the tiny white strap of my thong kept popping out from my jeans. And of course heels to polish it all off. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and thought, I’d fuck me.

We met them down stairs in front of our dorm, and my jaw dropped. Eric was HOT! On a scale of 1 to 10, he was easily a 17. They didn’t make boys like this where I came from. We had instant chemistry. Like cream my panties, walking around in a soggy thong kind of chemistry. I was soaked at first sight.

We talked and had a wonderful time at dinner. He was so easy to talk to and hard not to flirt with. I was like a giddy school girl around him. I couldn’t help oozing all the subconscious sexual signals telling him I was ready. I kept thinking if I was single, I would totally fuck him.

He asked all about me and John, about our sexual lives. I told him how much I missed cuddling John. I told him that we were trying to save it for marriage, so we hadn’t yet, but it had been really hard. It was John’s idea, and sometimes I got so horny I just wanted to jump on him. He asked what kind of stuff we did, and I told him. This was stupid, but honestly, I felt like I could tell him anything. And something about telling him made me incredibly naughty in a good way. I think I was subconsciously trying to tell him how to get me in bed.

Later that night, we went back to their dorm room, and Hannah and her boyfriend started making out and undressing each other. I sat next to Eric, trying to decide if I should go home or watch. He put his arm around me and held me. It felt really good.

Eventually he whispered in my ear, “I am not asking you to cheat, but I really want to cuddle you right now.” I remember biting my lip, pausing, and almost saying no. There was the guilt of having the boyfriend back home. His hand on my waist teasing my thong strap felt so good. I knew what was about to happen. I knew if I said yes, it would be near impossible to say no. I looked him in the eyes and said "I would love to."

We kicked off our shoes and took off our jeans. I stood before him in a tiny soaking wet white lace thong before we climbed into his bed. I had known this guy for less than a couple hours and already he had my pants off. John had never cuddled me like this.

He started by just spooning me. I could feel him getting really hard against my ass. His hands were caressing me, but nothing inappropriate. I don't know if it was his smell, the situation, or the fact that I hadn't been held like this in weeks, but my hormones went into overdrive.

He turned my chin toward him. I kind of rolled facing him, our legs intertwined. Looking him in the eyes I knew right then and there. He leaned in and kissed me. Like a deep soulmate-type kiss that leaves you begging for more.

We make out for a while before hands start moving up my top. Not over the clothes like John, but under my blouse. He gropes my breasts over my thin lace bra. I never let John do that, but it felt so right at that moment. I swear I felt like I could cum right then and there.

His hands roaming my body, touching my bare ass, teasing the thong strap. Something about him playing with my bra and panties… Ugh it was so hot!

After making out like this for a while, I roll on top of him and straddle him. I don’t know what made me do it, but I removed my shirt. I begin grinding him in nothing but my bra and panties. I can feel him rock hard against my clit. He felt so good against my mound. I gyrate my hips against him and feel myself getting close. His hands sliding all over my bare skin.

The whole time I am grinding him, his dick is trying its hardest to break free of his boxer shorts. Our tongues danced with each other in one of the most intense kisses I had ever had. His hand went under my bra. Again, I didn't even try to stop him. His hand groped my bare breast, and I came. I came hard! I had humped my pillow for years, but Eric felt so much better.

He took that as a sign to move forward, and he removed my bra completely, rolled me over onto my back, and began grinding himself against my panties. His mouth went to work on one of my nipples, and his hand groped the hell out of my other breast. His other hand went between my legs, and he massaged my mound. Not fingering, but massaging my clit over my panties. His cock was trying its hardest to enter me, but my panties were barely blocking him. I was moaning and arching my back.

I looked over and saw Hannah fucking her boyfriend. Her body is completely nude. I looked up and made eye contact with her boyfriend, who was watching me. I almost came a second time. I don’t know why seeing her boyfriend staring at my almost nude body turned me on so much.

Eric went down on me. At first he pulled my panties to the side, then removed them completely. I had gone further with this guy in an hour and a half than I had with my boyfriend in almost a year. I was completely naked on his bed. He buried his face between my thighs. He ate me out, fingers inside me, he stroked my g-spot for a bit, and I came again.

He slid up between my legs; we kissed, and his cock was free. My panties were already off. I felt him teasing my lips with the head of his cock. I have never wanted to fuck so badly in my life.

He asked if I wanted to fuck him; I told him yes, but I shouldn't. He kissed me, and I felt him pushing against my entrance. Very gently. I broke our kiss and said I have a boyfriend with a sly smile. He said I know. He kissed me again and kept teasing my lips. Applying pressure and pulling back. Back and forth. Sliding it along my slit.

At one point I felt him start to enter me. He asked if ‘just the tip’ was okay. I nodded yes. He teased it in and out. It felt amazing; I was so wet, and he was so hard. I moaned uncontrollably. He hovered over me with tiny thrusts. I felt like I could explode in excitement.

Then he paused, looked at me, and I knew what he was thinking. Before I could lose my nerve, I mouthed, take me. Gripping his arms, he fully entered me. He fucked me softly for all of maybe a minute before sinking deep inside me and letting loose. He grunted and groaned, and I could feel him twitching inside me. I just let a stranger cum in me. Completely unprotected.

We kissed as he pumped every last drop inside me. He asked how my first time was, and I said amazing. In reality, I thought it would last longer. I wanted more. We made out, and he held himself and his seed inside me for what felt like days. Looking back, I'm really surprised he didn’t get me pregnant.

We fucked a couple more times that night, each time he lasted longer and longer. Fucking me harder and harder. Making me cum on multiple occasions. I woke up the next morning still naked in his bed. During my walk of shame, my boyfriend John called