College Experience: Caught With My "Mostly" Gay Girlfriend (M/F) and Implied(F/F) | 2016

So I had a lot of crazy experiences in college...but in my opinion, this is the funniest in retrospect. Chronologically, it happened the second semester of my sophmore year, directly after the events detailed in this: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1xhp1v/college_experience_sticking_my_dick_in_crazy_mf/

This is the story of the first time I got caught having sex.

After that crazy bitch kidnapped my roommate's dog, I swore off dating for a while. Prior to going to College, I had absolutely zero luck with women and I felt like I was doomed to that again considering how things with Kelli ended and the fact that Maddie was out of the country for a few more months. It took over a month, but my friends, particularly one of my gay female friends, Alli, eventually managed to get me out of the funk I'd slipped into enough to force me to go to the meeting of a political club on campus. I'd always loved going to those meetings before...politics is a bit of a passion for me, but that night I was just depressed as usual.

Then, from across the room, I saw her. She looked like she'd walked out of a Victoria's Secret catalog. She was tall, almost as tall as me (I later determined she was 6'1".) She had honey blond hair that had obviously not been dyed, pretty green eyes, gorgeous legs topped with a well rounded ass, nice breasts which looked like large and well rounded C cups, cute dimples, a modest tan, and a truly beautiful smile. She had just the right amount of weight and was curvy in a very wholesome way...in fact, if I had to use a single word to describe her, it would be "wholesome." She had that incredibly sexy "girl next door" look down pat. Alli saw my evident interest in the beauty sitting across the room and offered to introduce me.

We hit it off almost immediately. Her name was Haley and she was studying history and government at the college, two subjects which I have always been interested in. It turns out she even shared my interest in rocks and was enrolled in a different section of the class I was a teaching assistant for. She seemed like an incredible person, so I took a shot and got her phone number. Over the next week my friends noticed a dramatic change. I went from a rather depressed introvert to frantically checking my phone ever 25 seconds to see if I had gotten another text from her. Her comments were always interesting and ever so insightful. Merely knowing that there was an intelligent and beautiful women texting me out of something besides sympathy (the kidnapping of my roommates dog had "gotten out") literally brightened my day.

Pretty soon, we started meeting up to chat in person over dinner. After about a week of sharing every single meal with one another, I realized that I was really starting to like Haley for reasons well beyond her stunningly beautiful body. By coincidence, I happened to be leading a lab trip to the mountains that weekend and she had previously mentioned an interest in rock climbing. I told her that we'd certainly be rock climbing that coming weekend and asked if she'd like to join the class I'd be leading instead of the one she was enrolled in. She gave me a beautiful smile and said "I'd love that..."

I went through the next few days floating on my own little cloud of happiness and getting organized for the camping trip. I couldn't wait to take Haley to a place that would show her what a great, interesting, in shape, and awesome guy I was. The simple logistics of moving a large number of people hundreds of miles for this kind of thing are crazy. It turned out that the Recreation Center of the College had a grand total of 10 tents for 30 people, and only 3 people in the class, had their own tents. Now, I've always been an outdoorsman (I hunted, fished, and was an Eagle Scout), so of course I had brought my own tent to college...after all, how could I expect to survive the Zombie Apocalypse without it? To get around the lack of tents, I posted the "tent buddy" sign up sheet. However, being a complete idiot at the time (or maybe I was just much to excited to think clearly,) I didn't place any limitations on tent cohabitation, which became a major error in judgement later.

When I collected the sign up sheet, I was THRILLED to see that Haley had signed up to be in my tent! Surely, my long steak of sexlessness was about to end. The weekend came, I packed a condom in my wallet, and the entire class plus one professor piled into the vans and drove to the mountains.

I hardly remember anything about the work we were supposed to do on that field trip. All I remember is anxiously waiting for night to fall so I could get her into my tent. Finally, after what felt like forever, we ended our daily activities and retired for the night. To say that I was nervous would be a dramatic understatement. As Haley and I slid into our sleeping bags I was terrified. There I was, in a tent with one of the most beautiful, and certainly the nicest, women who had ever shown interest in me. I desperately wanted to make a move, but I didn't want to wreck the trust and friendship I'd built with her. If she turned me down....I wasn't sure if I could take it. We awkwardly chatted about our day, our lives, and our dreams for amount an hour when the conversation was interrupted by repeated low moans and a slapping sound. Haley looked at me and said "Seems like somebody's having a good time" and laughed. I smiled, and tried to ignore the sound of somebody obviously having sex. Soon though, one of the people involved began screaming into a pillow...which is kinda a hard sound to ignore when its about 15 feet from you. Honestly, it was a little erotic and a lot freaky to be listening to somebody having sex that close to me.

I stared at Haley in the dark of the tent and tried to imagine what sex with her would be like. I was willing to bet she'd be a screamer and I just KNEW those long legs of hers which must unclothed JUST beneath the sleeping bag would look perfect wrapped around my back.

Apparently, she somehow saw me staring at her in the dark (I have no idea how) and said inquisitively "Hey, are you checking me out?" I froze...and my mouth decided to stall for time and think of a better answer. I blurted out "Well, um....errrr..." Since that night I have determined beyond a shadow of a doubt that stalling for time to think is always a good policy. Generally, women prefer a man who can clearly and coherently answer a question like that...and sometimes, if you are VERY lucky, a third party intervenes and you get a reprieve. Sometimes that reprieve solves the entire situation...this wasn't one of those times. I heard someone moving outside our tent and one of my friend's voice whisper "You awake bro?" "Hold that thought" I said to Haley, and unzipped the door. My friend stuck his head inside and asked "Dude...can you lend me some condoms, like, now? I'd seriously owe you a solid." With some hesitation, I reached into my wallet and handed him a condom. Haley burst out laughing. My friend looked at her and said "Whatever...thanks bud" and ran off with what I imagined was a huge smile on his face.

Haley and I sat in an award silence for what felt like a year, but realistically was probably a minute or so. The only sound we heard was yet another couple (almost certainly Mr. I Need to Borrow a Condom and his lady-friend) start obviously having sex. I seriously started to wonder if the awkwardness, mixed with the sexual tension, would kill me. Haley broke the silence saying "So...I'm guessing that was for me?" I sighed and decided to be honest; saying "I was hoping it could be." Haley slid out of her sleeping bag towards me and gave me a peck on the cheek. She raised her lips to my ear and whispered in her beautiful voice "It was really kind of you to give it up then." I turned my head to respond and was struck by how beautiful her outline looked in the darkness. Our lips were only inches away from one another. I felt a deep stirring in my loins just by being this close to her.

I went for it and passionately kissed her. Haley responded by kissing me back magnificently and aggressively. She literally tasted like strawberries which baffled me at the time and continues to do so today. She was an excellent kisser. I pulled her on top of me and managed to shimmy out of the sleeping-bag without breaking the make out session. Things between us got pretty intense, so I figured "Why the hell not?" and gently placed my hand on her thigh. Immediately, she pulled away and said "There are limits on the first date. I like you. Please don't push your luck." Not wanting to mess this up, I promptly removed the hand and apologized. She graced me with a gorgeous smile (which I swear physically lit up the tent) and we went back to kissing. After a few more minutes of making out she pulled back and informed me that it was "past bedtime" since I had to drive back to campus the next day. She gave me one more kiss (it was a darn good one) then went back to her sleeping bag and must have fallen asleep almost instantly. I, on the other hand, was left awake to over-analyze every detail of our encounter and think about what to do next.

On the ride back to campus Haley and I had a chance to talk, in general terms as other people in the back were listening, about what happened the previous evening. Ultimately, we agreed to go on a "proper date" that week. The week itself wasn't much fun. Apparently, pretty much everybody had heard the "nocturnal activities" some members of the class had engaged in on the trip. I caught hell from my boss for that (not sure what I was supposed to do to stop it...but of well) By the time the weekend rolled around I REALLY needed a "night off."

Haley and I had decided to go to a movie (look, I didn't have any better ideas and it was a stressful time, don't judge me.) I picked her up at her room (and endured some serious glaring from her roommate who I will name "Izzi" as this girl hated my guts the second she saw me with a burning passion bordering on pathological and continues to do so to this day. Thus, in my book, she deserves a name that makes her sound like somebody's 90 year old great aunt.) Haley and I had a pretty fun time, and did some mild making out on the old library couch (yes, the same one from: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1x27t6/college_experience_the_library_couch_mf/) I kept my hands and other body parts off any "sensitive" areas so as not to press my luck. Overall, date number 1 or 2 (not sure if the camping trip counts towards numbering) went pretty well, and I kissed her goodnight.

The pattern of eating every dinner together, going out to do something like a movie, a play, or some campus activity, then having a make out session repeated itself for the next three weeks. Every time I tried to move things forward, Haley would say she wasn't ready for that and I'd back off out of fear of alienating her. However, in every single area except for seeing her supple naked body, our relationship was perfect. Haley was and is an amazing person.

Then, one Thursday at dinner she told me "we needed to talk." I've said this before, but the words "we need to talk" are the four most terrifying words in the English language when uttered by a hot girl you happen to be dating. I thought it was all over. Haley started off by saying that her issue wasn't me, it was her.

That didn't help the situation, as it caused me to mentally prepare for the dumping. Haley explained that she was "predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally heterosexual" and that apparently there was a scale for this. She explained that she "really liked" dating me and that our relationship was "going places," and that she'd really tried to "shutdown" that side of herself, but she just couldn't accept total exclusivity to one gender. She needed woman in her life too. Haley felt that I should "know that" before we progressed any further. Obviously, this saddened me a great deal. Haley was a great girlfriend and a good "bring home to Mom and Dad" prospect. I thought about it, and said that I was fine with it, as long as she refrained from sleeping with other guys and informed me when she slept with another girl (I justified this by saying that I was concerned about disease.) She smiled her stunning smile and agreed saying that a "relationship upgrade" for both of us "was coming."

I was really excited about getting to receive the "upgrade" throughout the entire course of that Friday. I couldn't wait to get dinner, and perhaps a little something more, that night on our scheduled date. However, Haley didn't arrive at the appointed time. I waited for twenty minutes frantically sending her texts and not receiving any responses. I figured that she had gotten a case of nerves about the topic we'd discussed last night and walked over to her dorm room to tell her that we didn't need to rush things in person. Sadly, Haley wasn't there. I didn't hear from her all that evening or the next day.

To say I was depressed again would be an serious understatement. I was REALLY REALLY down for those two days without contact from Haley. I felt physically sick to my stomach that she wouldn't return my calls, messages, or texts.

Suddenly, that Sunday I was bombarded with no less than 53 texts from Haley in the course of an hour. She responded to every text I'd sent and apologized profusely saying she had been "occupied" and that's she'd "make it up to me." She asked me to meet her for dinner that evening.

Haley arrived at the appointed time wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. She informed me that she was taking me out to the Subway (at the time, that was a classy dinner for me.) We got our sandwich and sat down on the quad to talk. She led off by saying that what she'd done was horrible to me and that she felt terrible about it. I asked her where she'd been all weekend.

Haley's face turned a remarkable shade of crimson and she stammer out something unintelligible. I asked for clarification, and the shade of crimson deepened significantly. She then stammer out...."You know Alli? I was with her and Rebecca (Alli's girlfriend at the time) all weekend." I was a little startled, and more than a little aroused at THAT though.

I smiled at Haley and probed for more information by saying "Well, I guess you got laid then." Haley blushed harder and shook her head and said "No...I got fucked, there's a difference. I only just got away." My mouth dropped open for what felt like a solid minute. Internally, I debated how to handle this... should press on and take my shot with this beauty, or if I should back off and wait? I finally worked up the courage to ask "So...what happened between the three of you?"

Haley shook her head and muttered "Not on the quad please." She grabbed my hand and we walked to my apartment. Harry (my roommate) just so happened to be out of town that weekend. As soon we reached my apartment she went into my bedroom and said "Long or short version?" I replied "Um....both?" Haley turned crimson again and said "Short version? I'm kinda their bitch and they both had their way with me." Well....THAT necessitated the LONG version.

Apparently, Haley, Alli, and Rebecca were on the same freshman hall the previous year. They had all kinda flirted and been in a bit of a love triangle until Alli and Rebecca started dating. Apparently, Alli and Rebecca were "full 6s" (which apparently means pure gay) and had some dominance issues. Once night they invited Haley to join them, which, after much consideration, she did. Every other month of so, they'd extend her another invitation to join them and she'd accept and spend a weekend at their place getting fucked every which way. I had never suspected Alli, my sweet and innocent gay friend, had a such kinky side.

As her story continued my pants began getting REALLY tight if you know what I mean. In a particularly interesting part of the story involving "toys" Haley took notice of this. She again graced me with her gorgeous and ever so mischievous smile and said "Is this turning you on?" I nodded frantically. She looked at me again with her gorgeous green eyes and said "I don't want you to see me naked like this...but I'd love to help you in another way." Seeing my chance I smiled back and said "What would that way be?" Haley pulled me to the edge of the bed and kissed me passionately. During the kiss, she slid her hand down my chest to my groin. She unzipped my pants and murmured..."Well, there's one thing I didn't get to do all weekend." I sat on the edge of the bed as she got down on her knees directly in front of me. She dropped my pants and briefs to the floor and wrapped one hand around my now exposed cock, only to cup my balls with the other.

She began simultaneously massaging my balls while pumping my cock. I let out an eager sounding moan, which prompted her to ask "Would you mind if I sucked on this?" I managed to groan out "Please do." Thus began one of the best blowjobs of my life.

Haley started with an experimental licking of ever last inch of my cock and balls. Then she began just to lick the head while continuing the amazing job she was doing with her hands. It had been a while for me, so I felt the swelling of my balls begin after barely any of her combination handjob-blowjob...but Haley was a master of getting me JUST to the brink of orgasm, then backing off. She sensed my arousal and at just the right second stopped licking, bringing me frustratingly close to the brink. As she continued to pump my now very slick cock her beautiful green eyes locked onto mine and she whispered "Mind if I go a bit deeper?" Again, I manged to groan out "Please do."

Haley responded with gusto, and swallowed what felt like half my cock. Looking down and seeing the still fully-clothed Haley kneeling between my legs with her beautiful honey blond hair bobbing up and down on my cock is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. Haley set an intense pace of sucking and soon enough I could feel that I was ready to go off. Again however, Haley sense this and backed off. With a distinct "pop" my cock came out of her mouth again and she continued with the handjob.

With her mouth newly unoccupied, she locked eyes with me again and said "I wouldn't mind swallowing a nice load." I used my hand to guide her head back to my cock and she began sucking again with a vengeance. She kept me right on the edge for what felt like an epoch. Then, I felt the distinctive swelling of my balls that always precedes my going off. I warned her, but she made no move to pull away. I came explosively inside her mouth and watched her swallow the entire load without missing a beat. It was, up to that point, the best blowjob I had ever had (and even today its certainly in the top 5.) Haley was and is an oral artist which is sort of odd considering the fact that's she's mostly gay.

Exhausted from the incredibly intense experience, I fell backwards onto the bed. Haley crawled up and we cuddled for awhile. She kissed my forehead and whispered "I hope that was a worthy apology." We made out for a while longer, then I escorted her home with the promise that I'd see her again soon.

Academically, the next week was a busy one. For some crazy reason, our college loved to concentrate tests and exams in a one week period. My last test was on Wednesday and Haley's last one was on Thursday. Thus, we had only planned to see each other once and share a short dinner on Wednesday. Come Thursday evening I hadn't heard from Haley all day and quite frankly, I was horny and REALLY wanted to get her naked and fuck her. I texted her to confirm she was in her room and received no response. I distinctly remember thinking "Fuck it" before walking over to her dorm.

The lights were on when I got to Haley's room, so I knocked on the door. I heard Haley shout "Um...wait..." and a bunch of frantic scrambling. She took a moment to confirm my identity then opened the door.

"Hey, you’re here!" Haley says effusively. I immediately noticed that she didn't have have a shirt or bra on, and that this had an incredibly interesting effect. I personally am a "tit guy." And boy, did Haley's breast deliver on their promise. Honestly, any description of them wouldn't do them justice. It wasn't any one thing about them. I've seen breasts that were larger, or perkier, rounder, or had better cleavage..er (That was my attempt at parallelism.) But, I've never seen a pair go better with a woman's body than Haley's amazing rack did with hers. The only comparative ones were the simply jaw-dropping rack of Maddie previously described and one other that I haven't gotten to yet (its about 2-3 stories down the road). Haley's tits were simply jaw-droppingly beautiful. Let me start by repeating that they were large and well rounded C cups. Now, most women these days wear push up bras that thrust their chest out on display and make their tits perky. Haley...didn't need one. Her breasts were unnaturally perky and didn't drop an inch when they weren't encased by a bra. Her nipples weren't huge, but they swelled up nicely when she was aroused. Her breasts seemed to have what can only be described as a soft tan and just seemed to complement her entire look to an extent which you truly had to see to believe. Best of all, they were literally a perfect fit for my hands. As previously stated, I cannot describe how beautiful they were, especially for a "tit guy" like me.

While I was drooling over the mere sight of her naked from the waist up, Haley shut the door and pulled me into her bed (it was a dorm room and thus very small.) She smiled at me (her smile while naked could light up a major metropolitan area) said "So you finally got to see them unleashed? What do you think?"

Instead of telling her that her chest could inspire a major new world religion, I showed her exactly how much I liked it by pretty much attacking her chest. I massaged them, I cupped them, I licked them, and I sucked them. She gasped sharply as I touched her. When I reached undersides of her breasts she shivered and let out a harsh little intake of breath. I removed my mouth from her nipple and whispered “You are so sexy.” She swallowed hard, reached her hands down to cup my cock and whispered “So are you.”

Haley seemed to love the attention I was paying her tits; her nipples swelled and ripened to amazing length, a suspicious wet spot appeared on her pants, and she began to let out low moans. To my complete surprise, I later learned that I was her first lover to ever obsess over her breasts

I pushed her gently down onto the bed to rest on her elbows and stretched her body out all the time drawing a path between her rising breasts down her taut abdomen. I could feel her stomach muscles clench as I caressed her body.

“(My name)” she whispered. I raised my mouth her breasts and asked “What do you want? Tell me.” There was a short pause as she licked her lips, pulled her pants off, and tentatively opened her legs. “Touch me” she said.

I moved behind her and helped her out of her panties. Both the sound and sight of her so breathless was incredibly erotic.“Where do you want it?" I whispered to her. I walked my fingertips up the insides of her thighs, down the soft warm crease where leg meets pelvis, smiling triumphantly as she shivered. “Here?” I inquired, stroking the length of her folds once, then twice, grinning as she trembled lightly.

“Oh… right there” she replied, her hips jerking.

I repeated the motion with more insistence, more pressure, until my fingers were slick. “Like this?” I asked again. Panting, she nodded frantically. She just looked so warm and wet that I simply couldn't resist leaning my head down for a taste. Her breathing accelerated as I swirled her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, alternating with light flicks and broad strokes while locking one of my arms around her middle to stop her from falling of the bed. To tell you the truth, I actually really enjoyed going down on her.

I wrenched my mouth away and licked my lips. Then I pushed the tip of one finger inside her, just circling her entrance teasingly. I was incredibly pleased by the short stuttered noises escaping Haley's mouth. When I finally plunged two fingers deep into her she let out a sharp and rather loud scream of surprise and pleasure.

“Feeling good?” I asked, thumbing her clit firmly while pounding my fingers into her. I could feel the periodic clench of her muscles around my two fingers with ever thrust.

“So so good” she replied, her hands blindly grasping for my head trying to return it to her sweet pussy, her hips rolling hypnotically around my fingers, trying to fuck them. My cock was painfully hard and all I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck her. I removed my fingers abruptly despite her moans of disappointment and her cry of
“What…why did you…?”

Before she could finish though, I pulled Haley's ass into the air and bent her down onto her elbows into the classic "doggy" style. Sweetness and slow intensity in sex is all well and good, but then, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out. The sight of her laid out, squirming with pleasure and so wet for me was just too much. I inquisitively asked "Protection?" to which she replied "Pill...want to feel you." I gave the lips of her pussy one last kiss, then removed my pants and briefs.

After lining my cock up with her entrance I watched as I sharply entered her from behind for the first time. There's something so erotic about watching my length disappear into the her mindbogglingly wet and tight slickness, inch by inexorable inch. I held still and we both groaned loudly as I slid all the way into her. I distinctly remember thinking "Holy fuck she's tight" while being more or less completely unable to stop the instinctive thrust of my hips.

I asked "You like that?" only to have her nod dazedly in response and whisper my name breathlessly as I began to pound into her. “Fuck, Haley you feel so good…” I groaned as I leaned down against her neck. I could hear ever wet sound of our skin slapping together as we began to pick up speed and really fuck. I felt myself nearing the edge and knew that I needed to feel her cum around me...I just needed it; so I reached down to flick her clit again.

Her lust-filled moans of desperation caused me to thrust deeper, harder, and faster. I wanted to fuck her into that bed. She wailed endless, meaningless, and yet somehow stunningly beautiful sounds of nonsense. She tightened impossibly around my cock, arched her spine, and let out a scream. I could FEEL her climax. The feel of her contracting, the hot wet squish as she milked my cock with those amazing muscles of hers pushed me over the brink. I came hard and shouted her name between gasps for air. It was the first time I ever felt a girl go off at the same time I did.

I collapsed on top of her, blinking sports from my eyes, hips still pulsing and cum still spewing inside of her. Our still joined pelvises twitched and trembled from the aftershocks for a solid minute before I pulled out of her.

She turned over and gave me a wild, uninhibited, but satisfied smile and kissed my sweaty chest. She looked up at me and said “That was amazing. Let's do it again.” She kissed me again, and walked off, somewhat bowlegged, to her bathroom while I lay exhausted on her bed.

She spent about 10 minutes in the bathroom washing herself, then came back out naked, wet, and very beautiful. My hand was drawn to my cock like a magnet and I started to stroke my shaft again, getting ready for the next round. Haley came to the bed, and fell hands and knees onto the matress. I stroked my cock a few more times, stunned by the sight of her spread out on all fours, glancing back at me wantonly and said "I need you to fuck me again...Please." I did not need to be told twice. Hearing Haley ask....or beg...for it pushed all my other thoughts aside and sent the remainder of my blood flowing to my cock.

I bit down a growl as she nibbled her lip and arched her spine. The movement lifting the perfect golden globes of tempting flesh that was her ass high into the air. I bent down to nuzzle the tiny indent at the base of her spine, sending shudders down it. She tasted like soap. For some reason, that immensely turned me on. I was desperate to fuck her hard and feel that perfect ass bucking against me again. I ran my hand over her amazing ass, running my fingers between her legs to where she was hot and wet. I leaned my head downs towards her ear, gave it an experimental lick and whispered ""Mmm. You're so wet for me."

"I want you now." she replied. I was ridiculously turned on...but when a women hands you a line like that, you've simply got to tease her a bit. I ran my cock along the length of her folds, just barely teasing her with the tip, and getting myself slick with her juices. Haley cried out and eagerly bucked backwards and cried out "Just fuck me already!"

In one quick move I plunged into her warmth and we both groaned loudly at the pleasure. I reached down and pulled Haley off her hands and lifted her until her back was flush against my chest. She whimpered, pleadingly, and turned her head as if to ask me a question, but I captured her lips in a lingering, messy, and very deep kiss as she bucked and ground against my cock with what can only be described as impatience. I moved my lips to her neck and began to caress the soft weight of her perfect breasts with one hand while holding her up with the other, causing her to moan and reach one hand behind her to grab my neck. Together, we guided our movements and created a rhythm of shallow thrusts.

Apparently, she considered this "teasing." I could feel her tremble at what she later called the "agonizingly slow pace." That's one of the few times in my life I've ever head a woman griping about foreplay...though it wasn't really griping. She came to her senses long enough to moan "I need..." I removed my lips from her neck long enough to whisper "What do you need Haley?" directly into her ear. She pretty much screamed "I just need you to fuck me....Just...." then she broke free from my hold, dropped to all fours again, raised her ass in the air, and let out a cry of "Fuck me....NOW."

I slammed my cock into her, going hard and deep just like she asked. She clenched the sheets in her fists, arched her back even more, providing a perfect angle for our fucking. She was moaning nosily, and began covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the sounds. She failed...and the moans only seemed louder to me. Then her hand fell away from her mouth and she began moaning even louder. I accelerated the pace, slamming her with my cock when I felt her start to convulse around me again. I could actually HEAR the wetness as her pussy slapped against my cock. She let out a high pitch cry and the convulsing around me intensified as she had her second orgasm of the night. Haley jerked and bucked against my cock, frantically trying to prolong her orgasm then her hands collapsed and the front part of her body fell back to the bed moaning.

Since I had already gotten off in her, I still had a lot of "fight" left in me, so I continued to fuck her in that position to the occasional moan and cry of "Harder" and "Don't stop." I didn't want to stop fucking her brains out, but sadly the rest of the world interfered.

Then I heard the unmistakable sound....that of a key turning in the door. I froze, and Haley cried out "Don't stop" again. The room's two beds were positioned perpendicular to the door, with nothing to block the view between them. (It was a small room.) Haley's roommate, Izzi, openly stared at us from a few feet away screamed "What the FUCK are you two doing?" I jumped and tried to pull out of Haley...but I physically couldn't. When I tried to pull out her muscles clamped down hard on me. After giving another small tug, I suddenly lost my motivation to try (I wonder what could possibly have caused that ;) )

Haley turned her head to Izzi and says "What the hell, I texted you?" Izzi then went insane. If my life was a porno, this would be the part where Izzi asked to join us. Sadly, my life is not a porno. She screamed at Haley "I can't FUCKING BELIEVE you LET HIM MOUNT YOU!" Izzi then walked over to me and slapped me across the face....hard. Izzi then screamed at me, "And you...you should be fucking ashamed of yourself you FUCKING RAPE CULTURE APOLOGIST!"

Izzi then went off on what can only be described as a feminist rant against what she called the "Empire of the Phallus." According to Izzi, the sex she had interrupted was a horrible and sexist act because Haley was A) having sex with a man, B) doing it with a man in an "position that promotes traditional gender roles" and C) having sex with a "right wing rape apologist."

Haley and I tried to interrupt her several times, but Izzi just screamed over us and demanded that I leave. Finally, when Izzi stopped to take a breath, Haley managed to mention that she'd asked me to do it "doggy style" with her. To Izzi, this was somehow worse as it showed that Haley was "unfeminist" and the screaming continued.

Frustrated, I began to pull myself out of Haley, but reached her hand back and asked me to stay inside her. Haley simply glared at Izzi and yelled "I'm fucking my boyfriend...get the fuck over it and leave." Izzi made a snide comment about how she'd stop this and ran out of the room.

Haley turned her head again and asked "Well, she's gone...what are you waiting for?" Slowly, we began building up a rhythm again. Just as we found the proper rhythm and started to enjoy ourselves again the door burst open and Izzi, accompanied by a pretty brown haired girl named Sam. I soon learned that Sam was the RA for this floor and that Izzi had contacted her to stop a "chauvinist micro-aggression in progress." Its worth stopping here to note that my college was a VERY liberal place, and was somewhat famous for doing bizarre things when it came to these situations. I was once involved in creating a free speech wall that was banned and torn down after somebody criticized the President on it. The year before this happened, a friend of mine was accused of "hate speech" and forced to attend cultural sensitivity training for trying to get permission to hold an "affirmative action" bake-sale.

Yes....seriously. Izzi contacted the RA....not the cops, not the internet blog she doubtless had....an RA...to stop Haley and I from having sex. Well, that forced me to disengage from Haley. I pulled out as fast as I could and desperately tried to find my pants and tried not to think about how bad this could be. Haley and I quickly threw on some clothing, and explained the situation, as much as it could be explained. To her, and the College's, credit, Sam was remarkably cool with the situation and just seemed genuinely annoyed that she got called out for this garbage.

Eventually, to live in peace, Haley and I left for the geology library (Izzi refused to vacate the room as she "had a right to it" and wanted to stop us from having sex.) I was incredibly curious about what exactly was wrong with Izzi. Haley blushed red and admitted that she had previously slept with Izzi and that the girl had "Never really gotten over it." Well, that explained the crazy chick a little bit. Haley said that she'd try to explain the situation to Izzi so we wouldn't be interrupted again and hoped that we could "use (her) room (again), because I'm really going to enjoy bending over for you on that bed now." I laughed at that and replied that getting interrupted, and the resulting "blue balls" were no fun for me at all.

Haley responded by dropping to her knees, removing her shirt, undoing my pants (again), and pulling out my cock. She looked up at me with her big green eyes and said "Mind if I do something a little....unfeminist? I burst out laughing hysterically only to have her immediately begin pumping my cock with both hands.

After giving it a few experimental licks, Haley asked "Which do you think would bother her more...me sucking this or fucking it?" I winked, and responded that she should obviously be a true feminist and decide for herself. She laughed and said "Well, how about a blowjob then..." and went to work on my cock.

I was already really turned on already and desperately needed release. Haley wasted no time with a slow or subtle blowjob and just straight up started milking my cock for its cum. She moaned around me, massaged my balls with her free hand, and even did a little bit of deepthroating. Before long, I felt pressure and tightening of my balls begin to build and my muscles began to lock. The cum was boiling in my balls, begging for release....I stiffened...and realized that I was about to go off. As soon as I warned her that my orgasm was imminent doubled down and swallowed the entire load.

Haley and I would go on to date for quite a long time and eventually even got a measure of vengeance on Izzi. Haley would go on to become my second "real" college girlfriend. That, and many other things about Haley, are stories for a different time though.