So there I was, a college sophomore at the end of the year hitting up a bunch of different end of the year parties. I tried to really explore different parts of myself in college and so I had a few different friend groups that I would bounce between. I went to school in a relatively large city built in a swamp in the south so many of these parties were house parties with limited A/C. Clothes were skimpy, everyone was sweaty in ways that ranged from a budlight commercial to a Gatorade commercial. Being young broke college kids, our parties were full of cheap booze, think natty light, 40s, jug wine, bagged wine, basically anything that would now send me to into a crushing bout of existential dried while my organs resolidify on the couch.

Anyways now that the stage I'll tell you that there was this senior Maggie that I would flirt with every now and again. Honestly I flirted with everyone, but Maggie was fun because she was the kind of girl who could keep up in a drinking contest, swear like a sailor, and make you blush over a smoke that you bummed from her. Maggie was good people. In college I was mostly a serial monogamist, falling from relationship to relationship but this was a window where I was single and kind of going on a tear. Maggie and I had a habit of casually having very explicitly sexual conversations so I knew that she loved anal and could squirt, and she knew that I loved eating pussy, I had gained the reputation of eating pussy like a lesbian. A claim I'm still not sure how I feel about.

The premise of the party was either Edward 40 hands or something else entirely, this was like over 10 years ago at this point, but there was an air of competition while everyone drank too much booze and worked up a sweat. I remember on this particular night there was another guy there who I had seen around campus who was also taking a shine to Maggie. My competitive hackles getting raised we would subtly vie for her attention. She was my beer pong partner. But played flip cup with him. We both would make her laugh that bawdy laugh and it was pretty clear by the middle of the night what was going on.

Maggie and I would take the occasional smoke break together. I didn't really smoke often, I have one or two a night on the weekends. I never smoked enough to justify getting a pack so I would regularly bum one off of her. This night, about two hours in Maggie caught my eye and nodded her head towards the back patio. I stepped away from whoever I was talking to and joined her. Jake apparently didn't smoke or didn't get the invite. We stepped outside and the air was somehow just as thick and humid outside as it was inside, there was maybe a slight breeze and it was significantly quieter. Because of the heat there was no one on the back patio but us.

She took out her pack and I made my move, I pushed her against the wall just outside of the backdoor so we weren't visible by any one inside. We kissed and my hands began to roam. As we made and I drunkly groped her she began to moan. I kissed her neck and almost certainly fueled by alcohol and lust at this point, I got down on my knees and pulled her skirt up. I started kissing her over the fabric of her cotton panties. I could smell the musk of her pussy, it was deep and spicy and underscored by some the salt of her sweat. She had clearly been turned on by two guys flirting with her all night. It was absolutely intoxicating and all I wanted was more. I switched from competitive pussy eating to animalistic and primal, I dove in with more fervor kissing, licking, and sucking her juices out of her panties.

My hands were grabbing her ass and pulling her into my face.In between gasps she pushed my head back long enough to pull her panties to the side and I was greeted by a thick and matted copper bush. I could smell her more intensely and I wanted nothing more than to spend the night eating her. She gasped and ran her fingers through my and pulled the back of my head into her pelvis. She lifted one of her legs and put over my shoulder so that she could kind of gently fuck my face while my tongue probed her lips and slowly and lightly circled her clit with each pass. As I was building up the passion and intensity I could feel her body responding as her breath got shallow and her muscles began to tighten.

We weren't outside longer than 15 minutes before we heard the back door open and close, someone considering going outside and getting interrupted. We took the moment to take a break, tidy ourselves, I gave her pussy a light goodbye kiss. And we kissed again as she licked her juices off my face and told me I smelled like dirty pussy. I laughed and said you are what you eat. We went back inside. Maggie didn't end up going home with either me or Jake that night. We got separated as the groups dispersed to different parties. She and I would hang out and hook up a few more times before she moved away.

But this was a seminal moment for me. I think I can trace a lot of my kinks to that night, my love for wet panties, pussy au natural in every sense of the word bush, scent, sweat, it's all a turn on.