I started college in 2003. Facebook didn’t exist yet, and Myspace barely did. No one had a camera phone. Everyone was still running around digital cameras or disposable cameras.

Something about the combination of relative anonymity in a new place, and the freedom of not living at home just took over my slutty freshman brain. I went from desperately masturbating in secret while living at home, and having only had sex with two guys—one my long-term boyfriend that I lost my virginity to and then a family friend I’d had known my whole life on vacation the summer before college—to riding and sucking new cocks every weekend.

The first few weeks at school I was homesick and horny. I would go out on the weekend with some girls I had met in my dorm, but I’d wind up going back pretty early because I realized living in a dorm that I had to see any opportunities to masturbate that I could. And the weekend nights were the only time my roommate was reliably out of the room. I would have no chance all week to rub myself because she was home, but by the time the weekend rolled around, my clit would be absolutely aching. So those first few weeks I went out but came back early so I could get a couple hours to play with myself before she stumbled and drunk.

But then when WEEKEND in mid September, we had gone to a frat party and I met a guy that was so fucking hot. I got tipsier than normal as we danced and ground on each other in that grimy frat basement. He parted my legs with his thigh and pulled my hips against him. I could feel my clit throbbing in my jeans as my crotch ground against his leg. A bulge forming in his pants that kept rhythmically grinding on my hip. He pulled my face up and slipped his tongue into my mouth and I was so turned on just making out and grinding in the crowd.

After a little bit moving in the crowd, we sort of migrated to the side of the room. It was darker at the edges. He pinned me to the cinderblock with his leg between mine and I kept gyrating into him as we devoured each other. My pussy was soaking into my panties with every thrust. He was rigid in his pants. His hands were all over me sliding up under my shirt, my pants to cut my ass.

There was no way this was ending just making out. I undid the button of his pants to free his cock between us as I humped his leg. He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed his fingers between my legs, straight into my oozing wetness. I’m out his mouth, probably louder than I realized, but it didn’t matter because the music drowned out. Feeling his fingers, rubbing my clit and dipping into my pussy right there in that crowded room. I reached to touch his cock, wrapping my fingers around it and starting to tug. It was different than either cock I had experienced before, it had this pretty intense upward curve. He grunted into my mouth as I started to pump it.

We were just there against the wall, making out with her hands down each other’s pants, and people jostled around us. I don’t know if I had ever been wetter in my life at that point hearing some of his frat brothers him when they passed us and realized what was happening. More than one gave him a congratulatory thump on the back as his hand manipulated my pussy right there in the darkness on the edge of the crowded room.

I panting into his mouth and bucking my hips against his hand, my own still jerking his curved cock between us when he pulled his lips away from mine and moved them to my ear and grunted “can I fuck you?”

I nodded yes against his mouth and started to try to button up my pants, so we could go to his room. But he blocked me and pulled them down further in front and under my ass, pulled himself entirely out of his pants and positioned himself between my thighs. The curve of his cock perfectly against my pussy without me having to adjust or position myself too much.

He pulled his face back to look at me. My eyes wide and mouth hanging open, the realization that I was about to be fucked against the wall in a crowded frat basement overtaking me.

“You good?” He asked, the head of his cock pressed right at the entrance to my pussy.

Turned on more than I had ever been in my life, I nodded frantically. Gripping his hips and pulling him into me. He pushed in.

The curve of his cock was so intense, I hadn’t felt anything like it. Each thrust and withdrawal felt like he was hooking into my g-spot. The mechanics of his thrust were more of a tilting, rocking motion that kept his pelvis close to me with unrelenting pressure on my clit.

I parted my thighs just slightly more and pushed myself against the wall to keep from buckling at the knees. The pleasure and exhilaration of being fucked right there with all those people around us. Some of them cheering him on when they noticed. My head was swimming with booze and pure lust.

My arms wrapped around him and I dug my fingers into his back and ass. Gripping him for stability as I moaned into his shoulder. I was fully getting fucked like a slut in the middle of a party. Each thrust feeling better than the last. I was inexperienced enough with sex that orgasm during sex wasn’t a guarantee for me usually, but I knew he was gonna make me cum right there on his cock if he kept going.

“Don’t stop. Please,” I moaned, “please don’t stop.” My desperate leaking pussy getting closer and closer to exploding.

He kept a totally steady pace. His cock against my g spot, dragging my clit across his pelvis over and over and over.

I met each thrust firmly. The pleasure rising faster and faster. Surrounded now by people who stopped to watch him fuck me right there in the open. I knew they were watching. I didn’t care. It made it even hotter. They were cock sniffing at the site. Other pussies, getting wet imagining it was them.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” I started groaning. I could feel myself just thrusts away from orgasm. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

And then the first lightning burst of pleasure exploded in my pussy. I could feel the spasms build an overtake me. My pussy, clutching uncontrollably on that curved cock as it pummeled my g spot relentlessly. My clit throbbing against him over and over and over. I’ve bit his arm and gasped as I came all over his cock, standing against the wall, shamelessly in front of everybody.

His body tightened against me as I came hard on him. He grunted out “birth control?” into my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped frantically through spasm and he moaned a loud “fuck yes”, drove himself up and in as deep as he could unloading his hot cum right against my cervix. Challenging my iud with pump after pump of sperm deep inside my quivering cunt.

“Jesus Christ!” I heard another girl say somewhere near us as we both stood sweating and bracing ourselves against the wall. He moved his mouth to mine and we stopped making out with his hard cock, still inside me until finally it softened and everything oozed out into my panties.

He finally pulled away and we both buttoned up our pants laughing incredulously with each other that we have just done that. We danced a little more with my sloppy pussy squelching in my pants, and then he took me into his room where we crashed.

The next morning after we fucked again, I asked his name.

There’s no way I could get away with this now. I wonder if somewhere on some old hard drive are there photos of me getting railed against that wall.