I'm back on reddit sharing stories of my sexual adventures. I'm 31 now, and ever since I was young I've been living with a hypersexual sex drive. The first batch of stories I will be sharing are from my college adventures. Though perhaps maybe more tame than some later experiences, I definitely benefited from the youthful fearlessness that generally diminishes with age and maturity. During this phase of my life, many of the stories involve risky public sex and a good amount of cheating. As well as the periodic significant age gap.

This particular story is far from the best or wildest sex I've had, but only fair to start from the beginning, no?

I am 5' 3", with dark curly hair, tanned skin, big dark eyes, and somewhat racially ambiguous features. While I am about ~120 now at a thirty-one, at this point I very much had my teenage body and probably weighed about ~105 with perky little B cup boobs and tiny bubble butt. All through high school I had been on the swim team so I had a lean, fit body. Currently, people usually mistake me for 24-25. At 18, I will just say I could easily be mistaken for younger and had quite an innocent look about me. A decent comparison might be Zendaya when she has long curly hair.

Onto the story of losing my virginity at 18. Throughout high school I had never had a boyfriend or any 'real life' experiences with boys. However, I always knew I very a very sexual girl and I was extremely sexually curious. Throughout high school, I had been actively chatting with guys in chat rooms, exchanging pictures, and even exploring my submissive side in some pretty vidid detail. So on one hand, I was extremely inexperienced, but on the other, I had some understanding of my own sexuality and fantasies. Needless to say, I was an extremely horny 18 year old girl who couldn't wait to get to college. I wasn't a big drinker in high school either (though I had been drunk a small handful of times), and I had heard a lot about college hookup/party culture. Part of me was nervous I was too shy and awkward to even find parties right away, but I was certainly wrong about that.

My very first weekend in college at a preppy Boston University all the girls on my dorm floor had banded together in a very inclusive way, and wanted to go out to frat parties at the houses on campus. I dressed up in the cutest outfit I brought (was probably pretty innocent looking compared to the other girls). At the party, after 3-4 drinks I went from my usual shy self to bubbly, flirty, and outgoing. I knew that I held some power as a new freshman girl, and I intentionally played up my innocence. I could see guys checking me out, and I had lots of conversation fodder as freshman: what's the best place to eat? who throws the best parties? what's the best class you took? what do you wish you knew as a freshman? Etcetera.

Eventually I meet a good looking, slightly stocky, rugby player who was a junior. He was flirty and forward which I loved. He came right up to me and asked if this was my first time at a party in this house. He lived in the frat house. The more we spoke, the closer he leaned into me, placing subtle little touches on my arms or back. He pretended to be interested in what I wanted to study and what hobbies I was into, but it was pretty clear to me that he mostly had one thing on his mind. Eventually the party died down and it was just a handful of people left... some of his frat bros, a few other girls, etc. He wanted to go chill and smoke weed in his room. His room was in a basement and extremely messy/dirty as you would expect.

However, I then noticed there were two beds in the room, and furthermore, there was someone asleep on the other mattress. It was a pretty large room, but obviously this person was still within earshot... I asked the guy I was with, John, who that was. He just shrugged and said it was his roommate and it wasn't a big deal and he wouldn't mind. I was a little put-off but not enough to deter me. We sat on John's bed and he started smoking a joint. I had a couple tiny little puffs, and he put on some music on laptop. I was so eager lose my virginity once and for all that I couldn't have really cared less about the circumstances of the situation.

Finally, there was a lull in the conversation and John leaned into kiss me. While prior, I had felt that I almost had wrapped around my finger, as soon as we were kissing, my confidence and self-assuredness went out the window and I felt like the shy awkward teenager I still was. He moved me further back on the bed, straddled me, and started to kiss me. I was leaning into his kisses but didn't quite know what to do with my body. Clearly he could sense this because he paused, looking down at me, and asked "is this your first time?"

I nodded shyly that yes, it was. He hadn't realized. His demeanor changed a bit and he was suddenly gentler and more caring with my body. He asked if I was sure I wanted to do this right now. I said yes firmly. He asked a few more times, clearly not wanting to take advantage of a drunk virgin at a frat party. But I looked into eyes and said "please, I really want you to fuck me". That definitely did it for him, as he went in for another passionate kiss.

Still straddling me, he sat up on his knees and took off his shirt. I loved. his muscular athletic body. I started to squirm a bit underneath him. Suddenly he was ripping off my clothes and using his hands to feel up every inch of my body while making out with me. Every so often, I glanced over and saw his roommate passed out and not budging an inch. But I couldn't help but wonder if he was secretly awake listening to this whole encounter.

John got off me, pulled off his pants and boxers at the same time, and went to end of the bed to get a condom. His cock was about average lenght, but extremely thick. I was a bit nervous knowing it was my first. He rolled the condom on and got back on top of me. I was incredibly wet, but it was still a super tight fit. (I had definitely already broken my hymen from masturbation, so that wasn't a worry for me). He was a lot to adjust to. It probably took him a few minutes to fully enter my very tight, virgin pussy.

Even just in missionary and only getting started I could tell he fucking loved that he was taking my virginity. Moaning and grunting as he slowly started to fuck me harder. Looking down at me like I was little sex object. I started to realize how slutty I felt. First weekend of college, first party, first boy who flirts with me, in his gross frat room with his college buddy passed out nearby. Only a slutty little girl would chose to lose her virginity in that way.

I didn't quite know how to use my body, but I definitely naturally knew how to take a cock. I spread my legs wider, looked up at him, and told him to fuck me harder. That's all he needed to hear. He started jackhammering my little cunt as hard as he could. I was moaning and enjoying it. But after a couple more minutes the hard pounding was over as soon as it started, and he loudly came into the condom.

I certainly didn't cum. And he didn't seem like he was going to attempt to make me cum with his fingers or mouth. We stayed in bed together sweaty and panting for a few more minutes before he told me that he had rugby practice super early in the morning and that I should probably head back to my dorm. I was a little surprised at being told to leave. I gathered my clothes, got dressed, and left. He didn't even ask for my number. I saw him around campus or at other parties sometimes but we never even talked again. Just a knowing glance here or there.

While it was not the most satisfying sex, I was excited to learn how easy it was going to be for me to get laid in college, and deep down I was turned on by feeling like he just used me for his pleasure and sent me on my way. While there was someone else in the room, no less. I'm sure he told all his friends about the little virgin slut he banged the night before, and I also loved that thought.

All in all, a successful first weekend in college for Sophie.