[19F22M] First party hookup | 2016

I'm not really a party person. On a typical Friday night I would much rather clean the entire apartment three times over than have to go to a party. I hate meeting large volumes of people at once and parties intimidate me for that very reason. My best friend and roommate, however, thrives on it and always urges me to go out with her.

On one Friday night, my plans to meet with my fuck buddy fell through and I was left horny and plan-less. My best friend suggested we go out to one of the nearby frats and see if I could get a hookup. I agreed to go with her on the condition that she help me watch my drinking (I'm a one-shot wonder so I try to have as little alcohol as possible while being slightly buzzed).

She dressed me up in a floral crop top and short, lacy skirt and celebrated the fact that "when you bend over even slightly, all I see is ASS" -- a stark contrast to my usual casual-and-girly-but-somewhat-conservative style. As we walked to the frat house she chattered excitedly about how she was going to play wingman for me for the first time.

For the first hour, as she downed drink after drink, we people watched, played some foosball, and danced. She pulled me close and asked if I wanted to find anyone to dance with. I told her I wanted to dance with a guy but I wasn't going to go out and look for one. She shrugged and took it upon herself to ask a few guys for me, all of whom said no.

I rolled my eyes at her. "It's fine," I shouted over the music.

"No! I want you to get laid," she replied. "Can we go outside though? It's really stuffy in here."

As we cooled off outside, a guy from the frat approached us. I could tell right away that he was drawn to her (my best friend is very charismatic with big boobs on a petite body, so it's really no wonder). We talked for a little until his friend came over as well and introduced himself as Gabe. He's Asian, about 5'8, and lean but with hints of muscle from what I could see of his forearm.

We became acquainted with each other until the guy got called away by one of the brothers to check something, leaving Gabe with us.

We chatted with Gabe for a while, and he (quite often) called me "the cooler one" and turned most of his attention towards me.

My best friend took that as her cue to leave and left to talk to one of her friends in the frat. Gabe and I talked for a little while longer and he asked if I wanted a drink. I could smell the 10 shots he already drank and it amazed me that he could drink so much. I told him I'd have a little, but not too much.

They were out of hard liquor so he grabbed a beer and we went into one of the brothers' rooms. It was much quieter, but people were still walking in and out to use the bathroom on the other side of the room. We talked a little more, posted dumb statuses on the brother's Facebook, and drank a little.

When things around started quieting down, I realized how horny I was. I found myself staring at his lips, his arms, his crotch. I wanted to jump him, but I've never been very good at being aggressive and I didn't know how to start. He was a cocky son of a bitch, so different from the guys I dated and the confidence he exuded turned me on even more.

The bathroom door opened, interrupting our flow of conversation, and a group of girls guided their friend back outside. He and I watched them go as I took a swig of beer. I was going to do it.

The door closed and he looked back at me. I grabbed his face and lunged forward with all of my body weight, but I had underestimated his strength. He held me just a couple of inches from him, a cocky grin spreading across his face. I feared he would reject my advances.

"Wow, someone's horny," he said slyly as he lowered me onto him.

I thought I was aggressive, but I was wrong-- so wrong. He attacked me, biting my lips roughly and kissing me sloppily, with teeth clacking and the smell of alcohol thick on his breath. I pulled away and he gave me a quizzical look.

"You're not very good at this," I giggled, wiping his saliva from my mouth. I could feel the rawness on my lips from where he had bitten them too harshly.

He frowned at me. "What do you mean?"

"Just follow me," I murmured, kissing him.

I led with my tongue, wrestling with his and sweeping it across his teeth. I swirled it around his tongue and sucked on it. When I pulled away his eyes were still closed. He opened them slowly. "Wow, that was hot," he admitted. I grinned slyly as I leaned forward to kiss him again.

I began to nibble his lip gently when I heard him sigh. I was startled out of the kiss when I felt his arms sweep me into his lap, but I continued, feeling a little more confident. His hands trailed up my thigh and under my skirt.

An "Oh, my god!" from outside stopped us. I looked out the window right across from us and saw the same group of girls from before, realizing they had just caught us getting frisky. They blushed and ran from the window as we laughed. I was feeling oddly confident.

I stood up, fixed my skirt, and checked my phone. I had a few texts from my best friend asking where I was. I told her I was with Gabe and that I had her keys.

"You know, you're really interesting," he said as I sat back down next to him. "I've kissed a lot of girls before, but no one's ever told me how they wanted to be kissed like that. It was pretty hot."

I grinned. "Really? But you were so... Sloppy. I can't imagine that." (Looking back on it, I'm pretty sure he was just sloppy because he was drunk.)

"Yeah. I like you. How about we go back to my place and you can teach me some more? It's down the street from here."

"Sure," I said without hesitating. "Just let me tell my best friend."

After checking in with my best friend (and demanding from Gabe his address and phone number in case anything happened to me) he and I set off for his apartment. We talked a little along the way-- he had just graduated from my university and was sticking around to party with his friends on weekends while working full-time, and knew a couple of my friends. We talked about clubs we're active in and when I mentioned something about one of his, he pushed me against a nearby garage door. My back hit it with an echoing thud.

"What did you say about ACA?" He growled, his face a half inch from mine. I could smell the alcohol, thick on his breath, and I could feel his firm hand pressing against my collarbone, a couple of his fingers pushing against my throat. My breath picked up and I could feel the wetness growing.

"Nothing," I gasped.

He chuckled darkly and stared into my eyes before kissing me roughly. Just as I was starting to kiss him back, he pulled away and laughed. "You're fun. I'm going to make you cum so hard," he said as he fumbled with the keys to his apartment. I could only grin in response.

He guided me into his room. "I told my roommate not to come back for a while," he explained when I saw two beds-- a twin on a loft and a full on the ground. He motioned for me to sit on the full and crawled on top of me to start kissing me again.

If anything he was much more coordinated now, kissing me still roughly but with a little more refinement than before. I could feel his hand travel across my body and slip under my tank top. I broke the kiss to pull both my shirt and my skirt off, and he worked quickly to pull off my panties.

He startled me again by pulling me up as he sat up, bringing me onto his lap. I ground my hips down against his, feeling his bulge through the thick denim of his jeans. As I continued lavishing his mouth with my tongue he unhooked my bra, breaking away from my kiss to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. I cried out from the sudden pleasure and he lowered me slowly back onto the bed.

As he began to kiss my neck, he thrust his hips against mine. I cried out from the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and pain. He chuckled wickedly as he began to dry hump me, watching my face contort in unfulfilled pleasure as I began to desperately need his cock despite the wonderful sensations. He shifted a little and suddenly all I felt was a cold, hard pain. I told him, and he stopped to check what it was.

"Let me take my belt off," he said, only slightly out of breath. After he did, he hovered over me again and started grinding once more, slowly now. I was dizzy and breathless from crying out so when he said something, I couldn't make out his words.

"What?" I asked breathily.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked as he stopped grinding. That was crystal clear.

"Yes," I gasped, barely audible.

"I'm going to ask you again. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, sir," I cried, grinding my hips against his, desperate for more sensation.

His voice took on an evil tone. "I'm still fully clothed. If you want me to fuck you then you'll have to take my clothes off."

Instantly I tried to sit up, my fingers shaking as they fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

"God, you're so fun. You're really horny, aren't you?" He asked as he threw off his shirt and collapsed on top of me again, barely giving me any time to see what he looked like beneath the shirt but catching a glimpse of well-defined arms. His fingers reached down and found my clit, rubbing it intensely. I moaned loudly into his ear as he worked my neck and clawed his back, feeling the smoothness of his skin and the hardness of his muscle.

"You're so fucking wet, you little bitch," he growled as he attacked my sensitive clit. "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

He stood up and pulled off his jeans and boxers, revealing a long, hard cock, longer than any of the other four guys I had blown.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked, eyeing that long cock. I also took the time to admire his physique-- with well-defined arms, a strong chest, and flat stomach with the makings of a six-pack, this was obviously a guy who dedicated a lot of time in the gym.

"Yeah, somewhere," he muttered, proceeding to rip apart his well-organized side of the room looking for one. He found a box of them and threw it on the ground, ripping one open. "I hate using condoms," he grumbled angrily as he fumbled with it. "I haven't used one in so long; my ex was on the pill."

"Well, I'm not, so we're going to use a condom," I said matter-of-factly, reaching over to help him put it on.

After a few struggles in which the condom would roll on but not stay on due to his now semi-flaccid dick, he finally crawled on top of me and pushed in. He was big, bigger than the last guy I fucked. He met resistance at my entrance and I gripped his arms, begging him to go slowly. Internally, I melted at the feel of his strong muscles.

When he finally pushed in all the way, he started pounding against me, only to growl frustratedly when he slipped out. This repeated a couple of times-- every time he got into the rhythm, he would slip out. Eventually, the condom fell off, too.

"I fucking hate condoms," he snarled as he fumbled with slipping another one over his semi-hard cock.

We tried again, and he eventually sighed and laid down next to me. "I'm too drunk for this," he conceded. "I also hate condoms; I can't feel anything. Let's try again tomorrow morning, when I'm not drunk as fuck."

I wasn't satisfied with that solution, though. I wanted to continue with this; it was so fun. I climbed on top of him and grinned. He returned the smile.

"Are you going to tease me?" He asked wickedly. I didn't answer; instead I dove down to kiss his neck, enjoying that for once his pleasure was under my control. I sucked on his neck, his ears; kissed him deeply. I reveled in his gasps and moans, finally deciding to trail my kisses down to his cock, still semi-hard. I sucked on him briefly until he stopped me.

"I've got a serious case of whisky dick," he explained as he pulled me up against him. "Let's just sleep and try again later."

He turned off the lights and we cuddled, talking about our mutual friends, previous sexual experiences and how I'd never spent the night cuddling at a guy's before, so he was the first. He also mentioned how he liked having his dick randomly stroked, so as we talked I began to give him a gentle hand job.

His roommate opened the door and we froze, waiting as he entered the bathroom.

"All right, let's sleep," Gabe whispered into my ear as we spooned.

I woke up a few hours later to him rolling over. Missing his warmth, I cuddled up against him, only to find that he was awake. Silently, he urged me to roll onto my side so he could spoon me and gently started playing with my nipples. I'm normally a loud person, so he wrapped a hand around my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, unless you want my roommate to hear and know what we're doing," he growled in my ear as his hand trailed down to my clit. I opened my legs, gasping as he ravaged it with attention. I reached back and stroked his cock, pleasantly surprised by its full hardness.

I ducked under the covers to his cock, looking up at him with a wicked grin as I took his length into my mouth. It was longer than I thought, as I could barely take him halfway. I sucked him off, enjoying his barely-audible moans.

"You're so fucking good at this," he muttered to me. I sucked harder in response.

He glanced back to make sure his roommate was still asleep before crawling on top of me. He looked at me, asking silently for permission.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, a glint in his eye.

I nodded furiously.

"I don't have a condom right now, but I promise I'll pull out," he said. "Do you trust me?"

I hesitated a moment, thinking about my cycle. My period was supposed to start the next day (which it did), meaning ovulation had already occurred. Normally, I would have insisted on the condom, but I felt safe enough with his word the knowledge of my cycle. I grabbed his cock and guided me in.

It was the first time I had sex without a condom and it felt amazing. After I let out a small gasp, Gabe put his hand over my mouth and began to pump rhythmically into me, fucking me hard and deep with his long cock. His hand slid down to my throat and gripped it firmly, restricting my breath ever so slightly. My eyes rolled back, enjoying the sensations as he thrust into me. He leaned forward and laughed in my ear, and I suddenly felt really happy. I'd never been with a guy who had shown just how much fun he was having fucking me and it was both exhilarating and refreshing. Add the fact that we were fucking with his roommate asleep not even five feet from us and it was downright hot.

I started drying out-- overstimulation for the night, I suppose-- so it became a little painful. He slipped out and spooned me, a hand wedging itself between my legs to finger me. His hand reached around again to finger me. Soon, my legs were shaking from the pressure of a coming release but somehow we couldn't bring me over the edge. We decided to stop and settle for another bout of cuddling before we decided to turn in, since I had to be up early the next day.

The next morning, I woke up to more cuddles, kisses, and nipple-tweaking (and a flurry of worried texts from my best friend). He drove me back to my place and, as I climbed out of his car, told me he hoped to see me again soon.

(We've hooked up twice since then and are now FWB. I'm working on getting proper birth control because sex without a condom is just too fun.)