You guys really enjoyed the story of me losing my virginity in college, so I thought I’d share another story from slightly after that. This story is slightly sexy, slightly goofy. I was 19 and had only had sex with a few people in college so far. Every time a guy hit on me it was a big thrill. I was kind of an awkward duckling in high school, blossoming into her sexuality in college. If you asked me to rate myself I might have said I was a 4.5 or 5. I really had no clue. Not that I’m a straight 10 supermodel or anything, but when any decently attractive boy gave me attention I was flattered beyond belief, and would do anything to please them and give them what they wanted. Looking back, I was so thirsty over these pretty average college boys. But not this one, this one was a very sexy college boy.

 I was out in a little spaghetti strap mini dress, bit of a boho-free spirit vibe to it, so I looked a bit innocent while still being flirty and sexy.

So one night I’m at your typical college party. I went with a few friends but I lost them, so I was kind of awkwardly scanning the room for someone to talk to. Maybe someone I knew from one of my classes or my dorm. As I’m looking around, I lock eyes with J. Instantly, he checks me out, but he’s kinda a dick to me. I love it. I’m basically following him around all night.

He’s about 5’ 11”, blonde, toned but not necessarily muscular, but has such a sexy face. On the crew team. Masculine features, and this sexy mischievous smile. I follow him on social media still and he’s still looking absolutely sexy. 

Despite his fuckboy mannerisms, when he looked me in the eyes I felt like he was looking directly into my deepest secrets and desires. He obviously knew he had exactly that power over me.

All night, his way was flirting with me was just sort of playfully ordering me around: spin around, dance with me, come with me, drink this. And finally, “Let’s go.”

We left the party, and he was dragging me through the streets by my hand. Being playful and not rushing home. Stopping here and there in the neighborhood to show me things. Taking me to these secret spots he knew all around campus, and telling me funny stories from his freshman and sophomore year. He was enjoying that I was like a little puppy dog for him. Laughing at every joke he made, looking up at him with anticipation every time we made eye contact. He was purposely not kissing me to tease me.

One moment he’d be super touchy telling me about something, the next he acted like I was hardly there. It was driving me crazy. He had me following him back to his dorm room without even kissing me first. Just toying with this innocent, eager freshman girl he picked up at a party.  

Then, we’re back at his dorm. We get to his room, and classic situation, his roommate is there. He drags me to the common room. Thankfully, no one was in there. The second the door closes he goes from his coy teasing self, to something quite different. 

He grabs me and pushes me against a wall. Looks down at me, hungrily. Wraps one of his big hands around the back of my neck and kisses me forcefully. I had been waiting for this all night and it was better than I could have imagined. He knew what he was doing much more than any guy I had been with so far. He knew how to touch my body, and how read what I was feeling, what I wanted from him.

Some guys I need to tell I’m submissive, and some guys just know. They can tell by the way I respond to their touch, by the way I gasp lightly whenever their hands brush my neck. J absolutely knew.

He slid one of his hands down my body, down the side of my leg, and back up again between my thighs, finding my panties under my skirt. By this point, I was melting in his arms. He broke away and went to sit on the couch in the common room. He pulls me on top of him so that I’m straddling him, our faces inches away from each other.

I’m making out with him passionately as his hands find their way up and down the back of my legs. One hand makes his way up my skirt again, underneath my panties, and starts to press inside of me. He was surprised how wet I was. It emboldened him. He stuck a second finger in and started finger fucking me. Enjoying feeling my little body writhing around on top of him. So selfish to feel more of his fingers inside of me. Absolutely desperate for his cock. Literally not giving a single fuck that we’re in the common room where anyone could walk in at any moment. 

He tells me he has to go back to his room to get a condom. I hop off, eager for him to go get it.

He comes back a true sight to behold. Shirtless. Carrying HIS ENTIRE MATRESS. Really can’t make this shit up. The man had gone to his dorm room, grabbed a condom and thought to himself, “why not make us more comfortable in there?” As I am sure you know, the mattress in dorm rooms are really thin and flimsy, so it wasn’t a heavy lift. I thought this was absolutely hilarious. It also made what we were doing even more flagrant. If someone walked in now we wouldn’t be sneakily fucking, straddling each other clothed on the couch, but literally on a mattress in the middle of the room.

He told me to get on all fours. He hiked my skirt up, and pulled my panties down. I could hear him unzipping his pants. I looked back over my shoulder and watched him rolling the condom over his hard cock. At that point in my life, I had never wanted someone cock so fucking bad. It looked perfect. I waited like a good girl for him to line it up with my dripping wet college freshman slit.

I tilted my hips up towards him. He pushed the tip in, and then started to tease me. Stayed just like that and wouldn’t let me back up. Taking himself out, and then putting just the head of his cock back in again. I was going crazy. At this point I was little shy for dirty talk, but I just saying “please” every time he put it in but stopped.

Finally, he relented. Ramming his hard cock the rest of the way in, until his pelvis was entirely pressed up against my ass. Then, he put both of his on my ass and started picking up the pace. This was a slow build. Every time he pulled out most of the way, and then pushed himself all the way back in. Each stroke was getting a little faster, while still taking his time. Making sure I was feeling every inch of his cock exit and enter me. Honestly, I was in heaven. I could have just taken his cock like that all night long.