I've always been aroused by the idea of stealing another girl's man or fucking him behind her back. I know we're supposed to be "girl's girls" and all that, but I love the idea of being better than another woman- so much so that the guy will risk what he has with her just to get a taste of me. But before college I was a sweet little girl, too chicken to act out or even talk about what I called my "darker angel" (dramatic, but once I found the sub r/DarkAngels, realized it was fitting as I am a dark angel). I stayed in my lane, got good grades, dated only 2 guys, and got into my dream school on a full ride.

It started freshman year. One part of me- the light angel, the sweet little girl- wanted to have the whole cliché college sweetheart story. But the other part of me- the dark angel- wanted to use my newfound freedom to be a massive fucking whore. As it turned out, the slut/homewrecker life kind of chose me.

After my first shower in the dorms (I wear contacts and am blind as a bat without them), I thought I was walking into my room but was actually walking into the door of the room next to me. As if that wasn't enough, it just so happened to be occupied by one of the hottest guys I'd ever seen. Olive-skinned, dark hair, loose tank top showing off his defined arms. And I, a complete stranger, had tried to walk into his room with nothing on but a robe. I quickly apologized and scurried off to my room, but as I got dressed, that "darker angel" started to take hold. Was I actually going to fuck my neighbor on my first day of freshman orientation? Probably not, but there was no way I could do nothing now knowing that such a hunk lived next door to me. So once I was dressed, I went and knocked on his door, to "properly apologize". We got to chatting and it turned out we had the same scholarship and were in the same major. We ended up going to most of that day's orientation events together, and I couldn't wait for that night- the fabled first night of college, in all its drunken debauchery.

That night, I got dressed in my party clothes- the tight, cheap, flimsy Forever 21 selections of the time that left very little to the imagination. When I knocked on his door abd ge answered, I saw the glint in his eyes as he looked me up and down. He literally said, "Wow", out loud, and I giggled and asked, "Are you coming?" After the most tortured silence ever, he said he was sorry but he couldn't go tonight- "something had happened" with his long-distance girlfriend and he

I stood there in disbelief for like 30 seconds after the door closed. What the fuck??? How you gonna act like that and then drop the bomb that you have a girlfriend???

Of course, though, I wasn't going to let that ruin my night. At the second frat party we went to, I was talking to the guy serving the drinks. Not as hot as the first guy, more of a skinny nerdy type, but still cute enough and a member of the frat I was at. Eventually, he passed drink-pouring duties to his buddy and came onto the dance floor with me. First it was PG, both of us too unsure to really get into it, but a couple songs in I was grinding against him and could feel him getting hard. It was like 2 AM and my friends were leaving for a "late night"/afterparty, and I asked him if he wanted to come with us to which he said no, "my girlfriend just texted and she wants to go to bed now".

WHAT. THE FUCK??? My first night of college, and both guys who'd hit on me dropped the GF-bomb? This felt like a cruel joke. I eventually came back to my dorm room alone, frustrated and horny, but at the same time, my darker angel was asking me: "are you going to let the GF stop you?"

Unfortunately, for almost two months, I did. But... not forever ;)

Fast forward to Halloweekend. I'm ready to let the darker angel out, and therefore, am literally dressed as a dark angel- black corset showing off my big full tits, little black skirt barely covering my ass, black wings on my back and of course, fishnet stockings. It turns out the second guy from my first night was in one of the clubs I'd since joined, and we were having a Halloween party, so this was the first time I'd been at a party with him since that first night. Almost immediately once he'd had a drink, he started getting really touchy. We were practically sitting on top of each other, his fingers brushing along my long, smooth, fishnet-clad legs, as we laughed and rambled on about whatever bullshit we were talking about. He was openly staring at my 34DDD tits, which to be fair might as well have been directly in his face. He really seemed to think I'd forgotten all about the girlfriend- who, by the way, he had never mentioned around me again after that first night of orientation. But believe me, I did. I had just decided I didn't care.

There was music playing from the speakers downstairs, so of course I thought there were people dancing. I love to dance, and it's the perfect excuse to feel up someone- not that we needed any excuses anymore. We went down to the basement. There was nobody dancing. Just a pitch black room with a leather couch and pool tables nobody was playing. Okay. This worked too.

We were still talking about whatever bullshit we were talking about, but at this point it was just a ruse. Both of us were breathing heavy with desire. His hand was on my upper thigh, dangerously close to my pussy. I waited for so long for him to do something that I eventually just took his hand and put it there. He looked at me shocked, and for a second I really thought he was going to chickenshit his way out with "i hAvE a gIRlfRIenD" like he did last time, but instead he leaned in to kiss me. As we kissed, his hand fumbled through the big fishnet holes and my panties, moving both to the side to put his fingers inside me. Honestly, he wasn't much better at it than you'd expect a kinda nerdy 19 year old boy would be, but the psychological thrill of the whole thing was enough that I came all over his fingers. I leaned down and sucked my own juices off his fingers, and I swore his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Then I got on my knees, took off his jeans and bixers, and started rubbing and sucking his cock. It was just like him, long and thin, plenty of length to plant little kisses and suckles along until he was groaning and begging. I love doing that, teasing for a long time til he's begging for my hot mouth- or just gets fed up and shoves it all the way down my throat. He didn't last long after that. After I swallowed his cum, I said, "Is your girlfriend as good at sucking your cock as I am?" He looked shocked. Like, yeah, I remembered.

I found out later that they were technically in an open relationship, which made it a lot less hot than it originally was. But that was the experience that unlocked my "darker angel" and my power as a homewrecking slut. I did eventually fuck the hunky neighbor too, but that's another story for another time, I guess ;) Now I can't get enough of being a taken/married man's dirty little secret!