The door closed and the last party guest exited my apartment. I was sufficiently drunk, but I consider that a mark of a successful 21st birthday. That belief held true right up until I went back to the living room and saw beer cans and solo cups covering every surface in my place. I figured I’d rather clean while I was feeling good, than attempt this feat hungover in the morning. I grabbed a trash bag and began to remove all evidence of a great night. As I reached to start my second bag I received a text from my friend, Molly. We were flirty, but it never went anywhere so we kind of just naturally transitioned to friends.

I looked down at my phone and saw 2:04 AM and a text that said, “Are you home? I want to drop off your present.” I opened it and shot back a quick “yup”, and got back to cleaning.

Fifteen minutes later, Molly was walking up my stairs and I heard a car drive away. “I had my friend drop me off. Hopefully that’s alright.”

Half of my brain was trying to process how she was getting home after giving me my present, but the other half was fully lost in her curves. While we were friends now, that’s not to say there wasn’t still attraction. There was a whole summer slotted in between making out in my dorm with some light feeling up, and this new found friendship. I didn’t know if she was coming from the club or just another house party, but she looked good. Her ass looked phenomenal in anything and there isn’t a fabric on the planet that could suppress it, thankfully. She continued to walk up my stairs, in what felt like slow motion thanks to the copious amounts of liquor, until she reached my landing. There she stood, dark hair, bright blouse, painted on blue jeans, and a dark leather jacket. There I stood, basketball shorts, oversized t-shirt, with a full trash bag and broom filling my hands.

“What the fuck are you doing? It’s your 21st birthday.” She glanced down at the trash and broom.

“I clean when I’m drunk. I think I’m more responsible when I’ve been drinking than when I’m sober. I’m going to be feeling every poor decision when I wake up, so I figured I’d do this now when I’m feeling good.” In my head this made sense, but in my head I can make anything I want make sense. I found that out pretty quickly when Molly said, “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

My natural response was to be defensive and an asshole so I quickly shot back with, “Where’s my present? You didn’t even bring anything.” Now I would like to take a moment to say, while I am not a generational ladies man, I have the gift of height and enough racial ambiguity to be interesting to look at. I also find myself to be pretty great at reading people and picking up on cues, but that skill was taking the night off.

She looked at me with a sheepish grin and lowly whispered, “I am your present.” Then Molly turned and walked directly into my room. That statement might as well have been in Farsi, because my brain was still very concerned with where my missing gift was. But my cock was a little quicker on the meaning and began to slightly stiffen. My eyes were also on the right page too, because they were locked on her ass in those jeans.

I set down the trash bag, leaned the broom against the wall and followed her into my room. She had thrown her jacket on my couch and reached around me to close and lock my door. It was an amazing synchronization that went the lock clicked, so did my brain as so what was going on. A year of will they or won’t they suddenly rushed back like all of the blood to my dick. She turned around to lock eyes with me and said, “Get on the bed.”

As far as following directions, I am pretty stubborn, but was happy to oblige in this instance. I laid down on my entirely too short college bed and she proceeded to climb on top of me. Her soft lips met mine and the smell of her perfume was intoxicating. We slowly made out and it felt just like the few lucky nights the year prior where she would climb on top of me in my dorm room. My hands cupped and squeezed her ass as her hips rocked. I could feel my pulsing cock rubbing the inside of her thigh with every arch and bend of her body.

Molly pulled her lips away from mine and she demanded, “Take these off!” as she tugged on my shorts. I was even quicker to oblige this request. I tore my shorts and boxer briefs off and threw them on my floor. Molly climbed back on my bed and placed her lips on my begging cock. My hips surged in pleasure and I was a little too eager in shoving my cock deeper in her mouth.

Molly looked up and gave me a sly glare, and looked back down and proceeded to give me the closest thing I have ever had to a religious experience. She deep-throated my shaft like it would produce the last liquid on earth. I have never felt less control over my body than in that moment. My chest heaved, my hands clenched my sheets holding on for dear life, and my quads were so tight that I thought I may tear a muscle. If I had not had the perfect concoction of liquor, beer and suspicious alcohol out of an open cooler, I would have already filled her mouth with my cum.

I didn’t want to stop, but I didn’t want to miss out on using all of my gift. I sat up, grabbed the back of her hair, pushed down slowly for one more jaw-dropping deep throat and then pulled her mouth slowly from my soaked cock. I lifted her up to my lips and our tongues began to explore the inside of each other’s mouth, dancing in the only way passionate, but sloppy drunk kisses can. I tore her shirt off of her and fumbled chaotically with the clasp of her bra while kissing and biting her neck. Her clothes dropped to the floor and we separated so she could pull off my shirt as well. She unbuttoned her jeans and I peeled them off of her curves, revealing her bare dripping pussy.

I finally realize that she has incredibly perky tits that sat breathtakingly well on her chest. I picked her up immediately, hands clenching Molly’s delicious ass and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I dipped my head low and began to tease and suck on her breast. I can feel her nipples hardening as my tongue flicks and swirls and sways across them, taking turns so that neither nipple feels left out. My cock is pressed against the outside of her pussy lips and I can feel my tip just begging to be let in.

I turn and throw her on the bed and flip her over so that she is on all fours. She clearly knew what I wanted because she pressed her ass in the air and her head to the mattress like a good girl without me uttering a single word. I climbed behind her and buried my face in her pussy. I traced her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue, savoring her sweet juices. I licked faster and buried my mouth deeper, trying to lick my way to her core. My hand reached between my legs, stroking my throbbing cock while her body writhes in ecstasy. Her breath is rapid and I feel her gasp as my tongue works her clit. Her breath stops for a tense moment and suddenly her cum is dripping down my tongue and soaking my beard. She is panting and muttering breathily and her body rolls as she is trying to exist in the pleasure.

“Fuck me. Now.” A third command. Each better than the previous. I bend up and move forward, with her still dripping down my beard onto my bare chest. With my cock still in my hand, I guide it into her waiting pussy. Her lips open up around my tip and clench my shaft. I slowly guide myself deeper, feeling every ridge of my cock squeezed. Simultaneously we let out a soft moan. My hands move to her heart shape ass staring back at me, as I pull myself deeper, giving her as much as she can take. I feel her pressed against me and it is off to the races. I fuck her with everything I have, watching her pussy swallow me whole. Her ass bounces on me, clapping around my cock. I had pictured this moment many times over the last year when I would rub one out after she left our random drunken make out sessions.

I slap her ass and Molly lets out a yelp, but tells me to do it again. I slap her ass again and see my red handprint covering her whole cheek. I thrust harder and reach up and grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail. I pull her head up so she can see my eyes as I hungrily fuck her. Between my grunts and her moans, we made the most feral symphony.

“Come with me!” I say with my first demand. I remove my cock and give her another hard spank. I grab her hand as she climbs off my bed and she follows me to my balcony door. “What are we doing?” Molly asked.

“I want the entire campus to hear you cum on my cock.” I open the door and lead her outside. It is nothing much to look at besides a couch and a railing, but I didn’t need anything else at this moment. I turned her to face me and picked her up again as she let out a little surprised “Oop!” My hands found their rightful home again, squeezing her ass, and she wrapped herself around me once more. She took one hand and reached down to grab my member, looked down and spit on my tip. She used her thumb to rub it around the top of my dick for lubricant. Then she masterfully guided me directly into her pussy and I lowered her down my shaft. I lifted her up and down, riding me. My back and arms tensing with each lift. Her teeth were on my ear and neck and lips. I groaned in pleasure and strain and she whispered, “Not yet.”

That almost did me in right there, but I held it together enough to not erupt in that moment. I set her on the balcony railing as my arms were seizing and continued to fuck her with every ounce of power I had left. Her head rolled back and she let out a sound that could have opened the heavens. I pulled her close so I could feel her pressed against me, her nipples poking against my firm chest. We moved in motion together, sliding as much of myself out to feel her lips around my head, just to thrust right back in so my entire cock was lost in her.

I lifted her up and slowly lowered ourselves on to the couch. She stood up off of my rod and turned around. Her ass looked back at me and I leaned closer to taste. My tongue painted her asshole for minutes as she was bent in front of me and her nails dug into my knees. I sat back and she reached between her legs to pull me back inside of her. She began to ride me slowly, letting me watch myself disappear and reappear in her. Then she sped up, hands still on my knees and bounced her ass. Each collision of our bodies was accompanied by a high pitched moan forcing its way from her lips.

I grabbed her hair, pulled her back to my chest and hooked my hands under her knees opening her legs wide. I began to thrust up into her pussy for the whole world to see. She gasped with each thrust and reached back to yank my hair. I passionately kiss her neck as I endlessly fuck her pussy. Molly’s body shudders against mine and I feel her cum dripping down me once again.

I feel myself getting unbearably close and know I need to finish. In between panting breaths I barely get out, “I’m… going… to… cum.” She turns her neck, finds my ear and says, “Give me all of it.” The final command. I erupt inside of her, not wanting to slow down. Each pump of my cock coinciding with another eruption of cum. After I finally have no more to offer her, I lay down her legs and swing my arms out against the couch with no energy left. She climbs off and I see a stream of my cum dripping down her leg in the moonlight. She turns and sinks to her knees. She cleans every remaining drop from my limp shaft with her surgical tongue.

Molly looks up at me with a mischievous grin, licks cum from the corner of her lip, and says, “So, how was your present?”

“Best. Birthday. Ever.”