The summer after sophomore year of college, I (20) was back home. Almost all of my friends were either back in our town, or in the city 15 minutes away working or doing some sort of internship. It was nice because we could all get together a lot.

One Saturday night, I was at the movies with my friend Steve. On our way in, with both get a mass text from our friend Ashley saying that she has her house to herself for the weekend and anyone who wants can come over and bring guests. We get out of the movie two hours later. I was pretty beat and wanted to go home, but Steve convinced me to go for a while.

We get to Ashley’s house and walk around into her backyard. There’s about 15 people sitting around, drinking and talking. It’s very casual. I say my hellos to everyone and go over to a circle of people passing a joint around.

The only person I didn’t recognize was a girl about 5’6 with jet black hair almost to her ass. She had small boobs but a cute but. I found out that her name was Kim and that she’s the roommate of one of my friends and she’s living in the city for the summer for an internship. She didn’t know anyone else.

I was talking casually to a friend of mine as the joint gets passed back and forth. I wasn’t really paying attention to the main conversation. My friend left to take a leak, so I turned to the rest of the group. I don’t know what the conversation had been about, but I hear Kim say “Poor people wouldn’t be poor if they worked harder. It’s that simple.”

I looked at her and thought, “Keep cool. Yo don’t know her. Don’t make a scene. She’s high and probably drunk so maybe she doesn’t even know what she’s talking about. Don’t. Say. Anything.”

“Well,” I said. “I think it’s a bit more complicated than that.” Some of my friends rolled their eyes, desperately wanting out of this conversation.

“No, it’s not,” Kim said. “If you’re poor, you have no one to blame but yourself. All the opportunities are there. Just work.”

Just let it go. Just let it go.

“That’s an idiotic thing to believe,” I said, and walked away.

At the end of the night, when Kim was leaving, she said goodbye to everyone, shaking their hand and saying how nice it was to meet everyone. She got to me and skipped right over me. Good.

A week or two later, a bunch of us were at a bar with lax ID laws. Kim came in with our friend. She said hello to us, and immediately walked to the other side of the bar and dragged my friend with her. I felt bad so after about ten minutes, I went over to them.

“Hey,” I said to Kim. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I was kind of a dick to you. I was just in a bad mood that night. I’m sorry.” I held out my hand and she shook it.

Reader, I don’t even know how the conversation started, but by the end of the night, she and I were by ourselves, arguing about the death penalty.

“Then don’t commit crimes!” she yelled.

“There are people on death row arrested and charged for things that they didn’t do!”

“If we killed more people, crime would go down.”

“You want small government but you want that government to decide over who can live or die?” I really did not like this girl.

That weekend, we were at a party at the house of another friend, Emma. I went with Steve. In the car on the way there, Steve says, “Emma texted me saying that Kim is going to be there. And she wants me to tell you to behave.”

“Fine.” I said, embarrassed that my behavior was making my friends doubt that I could be in polite society.

We were in their basement — complete with a pool table, juke box, and massive TV — when Kim arrived. We didn’t say anything to each other. I vowed not to say anything.

After about an hour, we wound up in the same circle. I didn’t say anything. Steve was next to me, watching. Eventually, there was a lull and Kim goes, “So what are your plans for the rest of the weekend? Murdering babies?” Everyone groaned. I’m glad I didn’t start it, but I was going to finish.

“I’ve never met someone with such a simplistic brain, completely incapable of nuance.”

Steve goes, “Jesus Christ, will you two just fuck already?”

Everyone laughs and the crowd mostly dispersed. I had not been attracted to this girl at all, but all of a sudden, I felt my dick swell. I did want to fuck her. Hard.

We didn’t say anything to each other, but she hadn’t acted disgusted at the suggestion.

When we were by ourselves, I said “I’m gonna go upstairs” and left it at that.

I went upstairs and waited in the kitchen. After two minutes, I was ready to go back down when the door opened. Kim came out and slowly closed the door behind her.

We were making out. Hard. She bit my lip and I tasted blood. She pulled away.

“Can we go somewhere?” she asked.

I led her to where I knew the guest room was. We went back to making out. Then I broke it off and got undressed. She did the same.

I still hated her, but she was objectively very good looking. She was slim, fit, and smooth with a hairless pussy.

She looked at my cock. “You don’t fucking deserve that,” she said.

I put my hands on her shoulders and she dropped to her knees willingly. She put my penis in her mouth and swirled her tongue around, driving me crazy. She tried to deepthroat me but her gag reflex wouldn’t let her. She stroked and sucked in a perfect motion. I was about to come.

“Stop,” I said, pulling her to her feet.

“That’s as long as you last?”

I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was so smooth, with absolutely no taste or smell. I sucked her clit and flicked it with my tongue. She yelled so hard I thought she was in pain but then she hit my shoulder and said “Don’t stop.”

I ate her out until her thighs tightened around my face and she came noiselessly. I took at condom out of my wallet and slid it on. I touched her slit. Soaked. Then, I got on top of her, going in easily.

I started to fuck her, picking up speed until I was thrusting as hard as I could.

“Harder! Harder!”

I didn’t think I could go any harder, but I gave it my best shot. She moaned and clutched my back with her nails. She started digging into my flesh and scratching my back. I kept going. Then, she leaned up and bit my shoulder.

“Fuck me doggy style,” she said as she got onto all fours.

This time, I had better leverage and was able to really drill her. Her ass clapped against my body as I held her hips. Her long hair was in front of me and I took a fistful of it and pulled. She moaned and I pulled harder.

“Slap my ass,” she grunted. I didn’t need to be told twice. I slapped her ass twice. “Keep going.” I did it until she turned red and then she buried her face into the pillow to soften her scream as she came again. I gave her a few more thrusts and then came.

I pulled out and lay next to her. She immediately got up and started getting dressed.

“How does my hair look?”

“Fine,” I said. “A little messy on the right.”

She went over to a mirror to fix it. “Wait five minutes and then come down. Don’t tell anyone.”

I didn’t want anyone to know. I went back down, five minutes later, just as she said. I don’t think anyone suspected anything.

We didn’t see each other for a few weeks. She went back home for Independence Day. I saw her again at another friend’s house. We didn’t talk all night. Didn’t even acknowledge each other. As the night wore on, my friend whose house it was asked that we go inside so that the noise wouldn’t bother the neighbors. As I was waking in, Kim held up her hand to indicate that I should stay.

When we were the only ones left, she said “Is there anywhere we could go?”

“Not without people in the house seeing us,” I said.

“Can we fuck in the pool?” she asked.

We both quickly got undressed. It was dark out and no lights were on so I couldn’t get a great look at her body again. We quietly dipped into the pool, naked.

We made out quickly, but we didn’t want to get caught so we got to business quickly.

I picked her up. She was almost weightless in the water and I slid her onto my cock. I held her by the ass and fucked her. She was breathing heavily but doing a good job keeping quiet. Then, she climbed off and walked to the ledge.

She pressed her back into me and said “Pick me up.” I lifted her and she spread her legs. “Move me closer.” I figured it out. I walked her over to the jet and let the pressure hit her clit. She let out a deep moan and I covered her mouth with one hand and help her with another. We stood like that until she came. Then, I put her back down. She grabbed onto the edge of the pool and I fucked her front behind. It was a little awkward since we were half in/half out of the water, but eventually I came. We got out of the pool and realized that we didn’t have towels.

We put our clothes back on and then went back in the water. When we went inside, Kim told everyone that I had drunkenly fallen into the pool and that she worried I might drown so she jumped in to get me. Everyone thought she was incredibly nice for doing that for someone she didn’t even like.

We fucked a few more times over the summer, but those two were the best. We never spoke again after that summer. I never even got her phone number.