My college hookup.

There was this guy I met at my college. He was cute, charismatic, basically the guy anyone could probably get along with. I started catching feelings so I asked him if he wanted to eat at my place. To my surprise, he actually accepted the offer.

Fast forward to when we’re about to eat. He tells me to sit down and he’d serve me. I didn’t expect him to do that but I wasn’t objectifying. He handed me a muffin out of the muffin tin, let me take a bite of it, then once I fully closed my mouth he, he took his finger wiped my lips, and put the nonexistent “remainder” of the muffin in his mouth.

Tension was starting to get increasing high as the night progressed.

Ben (not his actual name) asked me if I was busy the next morning. I wasn’t so I asked why.

“Well, I’m free for the day tomorrow. And I was curious if you wanted to have some fun.”

The smile that formed on my face must’ve made my answer pretty obvious because he leaned in to kiss me when we were on the couch.

Our lips connected like clockwork instantly. Kiss after kiss. Sensation after sensation. Nerves working at expeditious speeds to register feelings that one feels while engaging in such activities.

I pulled back, wanting more than just a kissing session.

“Want to go somewhere a little more private and comfortable,” I asked bed.

“Sure. That’d be a great idea.”

I arose from the couch, offering my hand to him, guiding him to my room. He took my hand and let me guide him.

“Alright. Two options. We can do this with the blinds open or shut.”

Doesn’t matter to me,” he said. “Do you not mind being watched?”

“No, I choose who can have me. And most people that see me through the window can’t have me. Enough talking.”

I pulled his face towards mine. Our lips once again connecting, forming a meaningful kiss.

We disrobed each other and I got on the bed first while he leaned in towards me, putting his weight on his shoulders, moving ever so slightly closer to me.

The first kiss is met with a few more. Then he kisses my neck. This causes me to moan a little bit. But it’s not enough for a really loud one.

After some time he takes my panties off and starts entering his finger in me. Gasping in pleasure, as his finger slowly stretches me out, awaiting the second finger, and so on.

Then his dick penetrates the barrier and I gasp once more at the feeling.

Once I’m adjusted he proceeds to absolutely ground the absolute shit outta my cooch.

If I’m being purely honest here, I think the neighbors might’ve heard the scuffle. That’s how good Ben was at fucking me.

Anyway, continuing with the story, he pulled out, didn’t come yet, rolled me over, straightened my position, and continued with the same intensity in prone bone. In my personal opinion, missionary is better than prone bone. However, I will say it is a damn good way to treat a girl in the bedroom. After that, I couldn’t take anymore. I wasn’t experienced enough, sadly.