After my first two years of college, I transferred back to my hometown, but I had one rule: I was not living at home. I did not want to commute and most importantly I wanted that freedom from being at my parents house.

So I was accepted to my hometown school after my first two years of college and got my dorm assignment, everything was set.

The first thing I did the moment my parents left from moving me in was pull up Tinder. It was time to explore my hometown and meet new people on campus.

Swiping in your hometown is interesting. You're seeing people who you had a crush on in middle school or the guy you spoke to once at a high school party. All at the palm of your hand.

After having some fun my first two years of college, I didn't want to do that again. I wanted to keep it a little more calm but who knew where my junior year of college would take me.

My roommates and I were going to fraternity parties from guys we would meet on Tinder and we were all so different. One of my roommates was waiting till marriage, the other two were ready for whatever would happen. So we were all figuring out what college was about.

One afternoon I was swiping in my dorm when I matched with a guy who graduated from the local high school. I knew of him very well as I had on numerous occasions given one of his really good friends head in the park in high school. Yes. That's a whole other story in its own.

We matched. He was good looking. But I knew he was going to be trouble. I searched for him on social media and saw photos of him and maybe a girlfriend. A girl who also had graduated from my high school. Their breakup seemed recent. It didn't seem like he had been single for long.

I was naive and we were chatting when the topic of hanging out came up. He had moved back in with his parents so I would come over and watch a movie. Light. We spent a few hours together and nothing. No kiss. But we had good conversations.

Somehow the conversation intensified over the next few days. He came over my dorm and we ended up hanging out until my roommate got back and then we went to his truck in the dorm parking lot and just sat and talked. We were in the truck for hours talking and somehow we ended up finally kissing. We started making out at 3 in the morning in his truck. Random students would walk by and we didn't separate. He was getting handsy and I was letting him in the truck in the parking lot. I didn't care. His hands moved mine to his cock and he wanted me to touch him.

But I wanted more. I ended up unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. I wanted my lips on it. I wanted to suck on him. I began to suck on his cock in the parking lot where anyone could see us if they looked closely. I didn't care. I began to suck on his cock and was watching his body react in the car. Finally, he lost control and came deep down my throat. I sat up and we looked at each other knowing it was time for me to go back inside but also this was just the beginning of the fun.

I wanted him inside of me. Needed it. I went back to my dorm and fell asleep but the next few days I got a call from him. "I'm on my way home from the bars and passing by your dorm. Let's go to my house." It was late and I probably shouldn't have gone as I had class in the morning but I went. I was ready to meet him outside the moment he got there.

"Fair warning, my parents are home sleeping so we have to be quiet to go in." We got to his place and walked in through a side door and walked to his room. He needed a shower and looked at me. "You need to come to the shower with me. You can't stay in here alone." He didn't want his parents to find me accidentally. So even though I had already showered, here I was having to get into the shower with him again.

He sat on the shower bench and I was on my knees again for him. I was sucking on his cock as the water was cooling behind us. I didn't want to come here just to give him head. I wanted to finally have him fuck me and he was going to.

He dried off after the shower and led me to the bedroom. We were on his bed and he was inside of me with the window fully open and all of his neighbors could see us. I didn't care. He slid inside of me after putting on a condom and I was moaning out even though his parents were not far off. He laid me down flat and fucked me from behind as his cock entered me so deeply.

God. He was trouble but his cock was addicting. He was fucking me and smacking my ass. He was treating me like a whore. My body had been craving a good fuck and I needed it. After we fucked, he disposed of the condom and then took me home.

I had noticed small things: he would hide the condom not in the trash but take it outside to throw it away. If I used his brush, I had to clean it outside. But then he told me he was still having sex with his ex-girlfriend so we had to be careful. Yet I never once said "let's stop then"

Over the next few weeks, we were having sex often. I was talking to my girls and asking them what other positions I could try with him and they were giving me ideas. I would text him while I was in class the new position and tell him "I want you inside of me tonight" to which he agreed and I'd end up snuck into his parents house and we would be fucking all night long.

He began to date someone and on social media it seemed serious but what no one knew was that he would come over my dorm and we would hang out. We would play some video games and yet I'd end up on my knees with his cock in my mouth or he'd be fucking me on my college dorm bed. I'd be riding him and he'd be sucking on my nipples.

One night we were fooling around and his phone rang. His best friend called him and I stopped giving him head and he shook his head. "Continue." I listened and began to suck on his cock the whole time he was on the phone with his best friend talking about their weekend plans. I was sucking him and the moment the call ended I got on top of him and he began to fuck me bare. As he got close, he pulled out and cum all over my boobs.

Hooking up in my dorm we knew we had to be careful. I shared a bathroom with two other girls and the door could just open at any point if my roommates wanted something. But then I also had my roommate who would come back from events or class so we knew we had to be careful.

One night we were in the middle of him fucking me on my dorm bed and we were both so close when we heard the keys jingling and my roommate was opening the door. Thankfully he was able to cover himself up but we continued so carefully without anyone noticing we were having sex. He began to cum inside of the condom and I was so hot and bothered.

Eventually our fun came to an end as his relationship got a little more serious, but Tinder again became my best friend.

I ended up matching with two of his best friends. One of them I ended up giving head to in my dorm one night after we watched basketball and the other one I ended up giving head to at another friends house in the guest bedroom.... The group of guys ended up texting me one night and asked if they could run a train on me... Let's just say it was a thought but I outright denied it.

By the end of junior year, I settled into a serious relationship where the stories and days of college calmed down.