[f/m] My night with a marathon runner. | 2016

I got some really great feedback from my last story, so I decided to write another. This actually happened two days ago, so it is still fresh in my mind.

I live in an apartment with 3 other girls. We all have our own rooms, but the walls are VERY thin. We can all pretty much hear what is going on anywhere in the apartment. This weekend two of my roommates were out of town, leaving my roommate A and I with the apartment all to ourselves. I didn't really have any plans this weekend, the football game was away and I had a lot of studying to do (fun right?). But A had just turned 20 and it turns out she had made plans for me without my knowledge.

She shows up around 10 pm with two friends, their arms laden with bottles of liquor and mixers. They tell me they are having a few people over and ask if I will set up my speakers in the living room. I do, and decide to take a break from studying genetics to take a few shots with them. I knew the first few people that showed up, but the remaining 10 I had never met before. By the time there was almost 20 people in my apartment, I had completely forgotten about my studies. Someone had pulled out Tequila, and even though I hate it, something had me drinking glass after glass of Tequila and orange juice.

One guy there, H, was paying a lot of attention to me. He was a little on the short side for a guy, but he looked a LOT like Macklemore, haircut and everything. He stood in the kitchen with me, matching me drink for drink. I am a pretty short girl, so I absolutely love short guys. Too often I end up with very tall guys, I wish I could get more shorter ones.

Around midnight there is a consensus in the party that we need to move to a bar, not the strip of college bars down the road, but the downtown bars that are 21 and up, always much more fun. Some of us, my roommate and I included, are not 21, but we have never once been denied entrance to the bar (perks of making friends). I hurry up and change out of my t shirt and shorts into some better clothes for going out. Black leggings that hug the curve of my legs, knee high boots, a spaghetti strap top that really calls attention to my large breasts, and a loose sheer shirt that hangs open in the font. When I walked out of my room, hair down and makeup thrown on, H tells me I look amazing. It may have been because I was already significantly drunk, but I blushed.

We all piled into the car of the one sober person. I ended up almost in H's lap, his arm over the back of the seat around me. We talked a lot on the ride to down town and on the walk to the bar. I told him I was training for a marathon right now, recovering from some recent injuries, and he told me he had run a few marathons and was planning to run another soon (he had some amazing muscles for a guy only 5'7"). I found out he is a bio engineering major and we geeked out together, drunkenly discussing how amazing his major is, how I wish I could have been engineering instead of just biology, talked about research and what we want to do in life. I really hit it off with this guy.

We get to the bar and we don't know the bouncer. Whatever, it's fine, my roommate and I just flirt with him until he lets us in. As soon as we get to the top of the stairs my roommate grabs my hand and we run to the dance floor, forming a circle of girls as we just completely go crazy. I love dancing, I have been a dancer since I was young, but drunk dancing with a bunch of girls is so much more fun, just letting your body move with the music.

After a few songs we take a break, going to grab some drinks. I walk up to the bar and see H holding two shots of something red.

"Here, it's a Vegas Bomb." He said, handing me the little plastic shot glass.

We toasted and took the shot. I really liked it surprisingly, so he bought us both another. My friends started pulling me towards the dance floor again, so drunk me grabbed the collar of H's polo and asked him to dance with me. We all started dancing in a big circle again, and I turned and pressed myself against H, grinding against him. I always love doing this, showing off the moves I had learned in years of hip hop classes, rubbing my ass on a guy, bending to touch the floor, whipping my hair around, all that jazz. And, to top it all off, I can feel him get hard. He subtly adjusts, tucking himself into the waistband of his jeans, but I can still feel how hard he is as I rub against him.

Eventually we all get tired of dancing. H gets us both drinks and we go up to the balcony of the bar. It had rained earlier so we were virtually alone up there. We sat on the edge of the wall over looking the river, lit by the lights of a bridge, and continued to talk. He was supposed to be a senior, but he was a little behind and would be taking a 5th year next year. I am supposed to be a sophomore, but I could graduate in a year if I wanted to. He started complimenting me, telling me how smart I am, completely stroking my ego, and I would be lying if I said that didn't turn me on a bit. I was dizzy from all the alcohol, but I am pretty sure we started leaning towards each other for a kiss before we were interrupted by our rowdy group of friends bursting through the doors to the balcony demanding we go to the 24 hour diner down the street.

We get to the diner which was surprisingly packed for 1 am and we took up the only two tables left in the tiny building. We all ordered tons of food, and my friends kept trying to feed me bacon thinking they could convince me to not be vegetarian. While we all eat, H and I continue talking, really ignoring everyone else. I pushed my barely eaten plate away and put my hand on his knee. For a second he didn't do anything and I worried I had gone too far, but then he shifted in his seat a little and put his hand on mine. I immediately felt myself get wet, moistening my panties a little.

At this time my roommate found out from one of the people there that her recent ex had cheated on her during their year long relationship. She started throwing a drunken fit, screaming at people trying to calm her down and causing a real scene. The one sober guy decided this would be a good time to leave, and he left a very generous tip for our waitress and herded us all to his car. This time, I was sitting on H's lap as we rode back to my apartment complex. My roommate told me in the car that she would be staying with her friend that night so I would be alone in the apartment. When we stopped and all piled out of the car I asked H if he wanted to come up. His face lit up and he said yes. We took the elevator to my sixth floor apartment, standing close together away from the other drunken students. I led him to my apartment and we went in. Before I could even lock the door his pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me. I started to protest, saying I needed to lock the door (I live in not the nicest area), but he picked me up, locked the door with one hand while the other held my bottom, and carried me to my room.

He dropped me on my bed and started pulling my boots off. He kicked off his shoes and climbed on top of me. He felt around my body, letting his hand rest for a moment between my legs. My panties were flooded, and I am sure he could feel my wetness through my leggings. I pulled off his polo and saw just how in shape he is, making me even hornier for him. I rolled on top of him and took of my shirt and camisole, leaning over to kiss him as I unhooked my bra. I sat up and my bra fell from my shoulders. He gasped and sat up, burying his face in my chest.

He rolled me onto my back and began to kiss me all over, sucking on my nipples, biting my neck. I fumbled with his belt, trying to get his pants undone. He pulled off my leggings and stepped out of his pants. He spread my legs and kissed my thighs, making me moan. He licked the slit of my pussy, causing another moan to escape my lips. He brushed his tongue against my clit, sucking and licking, as he slid a finger inside of my pussy. I could feel him inside of me, moving his finger against my G spot. I started to move my hips, pressing against him. He slid another finger in. Another high moan escaped my lips and he began to suck harder on my clit. I couldn't take it much longer and pulled on his hair.

"Lay down" I breathed.

He laid down next to me, his erection forming a tent from his boxers. I straddled his legs and pulled his boxers down. Oh my, he was much larger than expected. He was very long and wide for being a short guy, and the head of his penis was huge. I began to lick it, brushing my tongue along the base of his cock and working my way up, trailing my fingers along the veins that were sticking out. I reached the top and licked around his head as I wrapped my lips around it. Then I couldn't tease any more, I was impatient. I took him all in at once, pushing him down my throat until my lips kissed the base. And I began to bounce my head, licking everything as I sucked him off. I pulled my hair to the side with one hand and looked at him. His mouth was wide open and his breaths were almost coming out as moans as he watched me deep throating his cock. I let my hair fall again and started to move faster, up and down, as my hand cupped his balls. His hands ran through my hair, pulling it to the side in his fist so he could watch me bouncing on his cock. I could feel him begin to throb in my mouth. I pulled him out of my mouth and looked at him, I couldn't let him cum before we even fucked. His eyes were huge and he dove at me, pressing his mouth against mine and rolling me over to pin me on my back.

As he kissed me I could feel his cock between my legs. He ran the head along my wet slit, teasing me. My pussy was aching to be fucked. I kissed his cheek and breathed into his ear:

"I want you inside of me."

He sat up more and looked at my face as he slid inside of me, slow at first, and once he was about half way inside of me, he thrust hard the rest of the way in. My mouth opened and let out a loud moan, one that I am sure my roommates would have heard had they been home.

He began to pump into me, still looking me in the eye, watching my face as I moaned and sighed in pleasure. He felt amazing, filling me up and stretching me out. He grabbed my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held my ass up with his hands on my hips and started thrusting faster, pushing deep inside of me. With every thrust my tits bounced and I moaned louder and louder. I could feel an orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

He thrusted harder and faster, his hands pulling my hips towards him. I felt the pressure inside of me building as I reached an orgasm strong enough to make me shake. My back arched and I pulled on his arms as I came. H stayed deep inside of me, holding still as I was rocked with waves of pleasure.

As soon as the orgasm subsided, I was only horny for more. I pushed him over on to his back, and straddled him. He ran his hands through my hair as I sat on his cock, sighing as he slid inside of me. I began to bounce up and down, riding him, moving my hips in a circular motion. His mouth was hanging open again as he watched me bounce on top of him. He put his hands on my hips and began to help me, bouncing me higher and deeper on him. I could see my tits bouncing in the mirror I have over my bed, my mouth hanging open as I let out moan after moan. I looked down at H as I heard him moan. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide, I could see he was close to cumming. I leaned over him, my tits bouncing in his face, and bounced faster.

"Yes, like that!" He moaned, leaning his head back.

I bounced as fast as I could on top of him, feeling his cock throbbing inside of me. He began to grunt and moan, digging his nails into my ass as he came inside of me. I could feel load after load of his cum shooting deep inside of me. I slowed as his pulsating cock released the last few drops of cum inside of me.

I fell on to my bed next to him, exhausted. How long had that taken, 20, 30 minutes? A long enough time to tire me out. I looked to my side. H was breathing hard, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. We laid there for maybe 10 minutes, relishing the glow of pleasure. H rolled over and pulled me towards him, kissing my forehead.

"I have something to tell you." He said, sitting up on his elbow and smiling down at me.

"What?"

"Don't judge me off of this."

I laughed. "Just tell me!"

"You are the second girl I have ever slept with."

Okay, that surprised me. I looked at him, shocked. Not only had he just very expertly rocked my world, but how could a 21 year old guy have slept with less people than a 19 year old girl?

"I was with my ex for a long time." He said, using my silence to explain himself. "We broke up freshman year and I just haven't found a girl that I was attracted to enough."

Well that I could empathize. I had broken up with my first only a year ago, and it had taken me almost the whole year to get passed it and move on to other guys.

We talked some more, about ex's, about relationships, about sex. While talking about our favorite sex positions, he told me he had never tried doggy style before. He said his ex thought it was too much. I decided I was going to have to change that, but I didn't know if he was immediately ready for round 2.

We continued talking and I started to tell him about why I love dancing. How I love being able to express myself through movements and just let my body move how it felt with the music. I was talking about it so passionately I was surprised when he jumped on top of me.

"That made me so hard for some reason," he said between kisses.

This would be my chance to show him what he had been missing. I grabbed on to his already rock solid erection and began to stroke it. He moaned into my mouth as we kissed and pushed my hand away, guiding his cock to my pussy. He wasn't wasting any time as he pushed back into me, still wet with my juices and his cum. He kissed my neck as he thrust into me, slow at first but with growing intensity. I ran my hands through his hair and, when thrusted particularly hard and deep into me, pulled on a fist full. He moaned again and kept his face buried in my neck. He was thrusting much harder now, as if he wanted me to pull his hair again. So I did. He loved it, driving deeper and deeper into me, and looking in my eyes as I moaned with pleasure.

"Stop" I breathed.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's try something different." I said, smiling.

I got up and walked the two steps, my legs a little wobbly, to my big chair next to my bed. I got on it, planting my knees far apart against each arm rest and crossing my arms on the back pillow. I looked back at him.

"Good?" I asked.

He didn't even respond. He moved right behind me, and kissed my neck as he guided his dick to my hole. He thrusted straight in, not bothering to work his way in, and I let out a moan bordering on a scream. I knew the neighbors could hear me, seeing as my face was right next to their wall, but I didn't care. If anything I was turned on these guys could hear me being fucked.

H grabbed at my tits, thrusting inside of me. He pinched my hard nipples, sending shocks through my body. I was rocking hard with each thrust, almost hitting my head against the wall. He placed one foot on the chair next to my leg for leverage and pulled my hair as he fucked me. I can't even really remember but I am sure I was just letting out one long moan by now, changing in volume with each time he thrust deep inside of me. I felt my orgasm build, right to the edge, and I pushed back against him, making him thrust deeper. I felt my pussy tighten and a wave of pleasure washed over me. I moaned loudly as I came, but H didn't slow down. He went faster, and harder. My orgasm continued, and my moans grew to a scream. I had no concept of time, but I am sure that lasted around 30 seconds. By the time my body relaxed after that amazing climax, I felt H thrust deep into me and hold it as he moaned and grunted, shooting loads of cum into me.

He collapsed on to the bed, pulling me with him. He kissed the back of my neck and laid next to me, catching his breath. Really, that sex was so great it tired out a marathon runner.

We ended up falling asleep together, in each other's arms. I woke up a little early and woke him up with more sex. He spent the day with me, and we couldn't go two hours without going at it again. All over the apartment, including on the living room couch (shhh my roommates can't know). I really hope I get to see him again soon!