LONG. Lots of Background (because I think it's important) and No Happy Ending. Still Plenty of Steam Though. [M/F] | 2016

On the second day of my sophomore year of college, I saw Anne. It was the first day of this drama class I'd decided to take and when I walked in, I immediately noticed the attractive blonde sitting among the rest of my classmates. Interest piqued. This was in September.

About two weeks later, I was walking back to my fraternity after class and Anne happened to be walking with me. We didn't really know one another at this point, but since we seemed to be walking towards the same area, we started talking. She asked what frat I was in, I told her, she asked if I knew this guy who she knew in my frat, I said yeah, and on and on it went. Then, in the casual flow of conversation, she mentioned that her boyfriend lived in the fraternity across the street from mine.

Well, that was a bummer. But since I hadn't gotten the chance to really know Anne yet or get attached to her, it wasn't a very big blow. I put it behind me and went on with my life chasing other girls, even hooked up with her roommate at one point.

Anne and I get to know each other more as friends throughout the course of this class. We even threw a few class parties that turned out to be huge successes and I made a pretty tight knit group of friends. Anne and I didn't see each other much the following two quarters because we didn't have any classes together, but we ran into each other here and there on campus. At this point, the idea that I'd once had a romantic interest in this girl was completely gone.

Then, around the beginning of May, Anne starts texting me out of the blue. Nothing overtly suggestive. She was still dating her boyfriend, everything was friendly, but she started inviting me to things and asking me if there was stuff going on at my house. I kept things casual, but a few weeks later, we were at a party together and she told me, after a few drinks, that her and her boyfriend had broken up.

My world pretty much slowed down when I heard these words. Now, even though I didn't have active feelings for this girl at the time, I still thought she was completely kickass and beautiful so when I discovered that she was single, I pretty much went right back to being the guy who had just seen her on the first day of class. Nothing happened that night, but for the remainder of the school year, we were pretty inseparable, hanging out 4-5 times a week, drinking, watching TV, doing other random things together.

My ultimate goal at this point was to date this girl. She was easily the best girl I'd met since coming to college, but I knew I was going home for the summer and she had just gotten out of a long term relationship so I didn't want to force another one on her right away. The plan I settled for was hanging out with her the night before I left and kissing her goodbye. Cheesy, but whatever. I wanted to make my interest known, but allow her to have time (the summer) to move past her boyfriend and become open again to the idea of dating.

Three days before I was due to leave though, I see on facebook that she's gotten back with her boyfriend.

Crushing.

I don't end up kissing her. I go home defeated. Life sucks.

The first thing I did when I got home was embark on a road trip with my family. During this time, I cut Anne off completely. About halfway into the trip though, she starts contacting me and invites me to a party she was throwing. I didn't want to, for fear of being wrong, but I worked up the courage to check out her facebook, where her relationship status had, once again, changed back to single. The road trip ends and I make the drive back to school where I surprised her at her party. She was elated to see me and gave me the biggest hug.

So I was feeling pretty good.

About five minutes later, this other guy arrives and I see him walk right up to Anne and give her a casual kiss, which she seemed receptive to.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

I leave without saying any goodbyes and go get trashed with my fraternity brothers.

The next morning Anne texts me to see how long I was going to be in town and to ask when we were going to hang out. I definitely didn't want to hang out, but eventually caved and we planned to hang out the night before I headed back home. Anne shows up at my frat and we planned our night out.

The plan was, essentially: get drunk and go from there.

We ended up doing a bunch of stuff at the house and elsewhere. Eventually, we decided to head back to the frat for more alcohol. When we got back, Anne and I found ourselves in this playful battle where I was trying to stop her from filling up a glass of water. We were basically acting like idiots, but like ten seconds in, there was this moment where our eyes met and I could see straight through the alcohol that was in my system. In that moment, I forgot all about the guy I'd watched her kiss a few days prior and just went for it.

Our lips connected and we both forgot about everything else.

Once she began returning the kiss, I immediately grabbed her ass and picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, all the while we're still just tasting each other's tongues and lips. I felt this animal instinct that I'd never felt before because I'd just wanted this for so long. I walked over to a wall and pinned her against it, getting a little more aggressive while she began to let out small moans. We made out for a while before I realized we were going to have to go back to her apartment to go any further since I didn't have an official room at the fraternity over the summer. I stop kissing her long enough to suggest we go back to her place, which she hastily agrees to.

We run upstairs, collect our things, and leave.

We wasted no time upon arriving. We went straight to her room and then our clothes just started coming off. There was nothing sensual or intimate about this. We both just wanted to get at each other's bodies so badly that neither one of us had the self restraint to try and be sexy about it. It probably took me all of 10 seconds to have her completely stripped and standing, gloriously naked, in front of me. My interest in just kissing her has neared its expiration so I guide her to the bed and she lays down. I slid a finger into her moist pussy and begin fingering while my lips found there way to her nipples. She loves it. Not even a minute into this she's somehow able to sneak a breathless "I'm going to cum" in amidst her moans. This caught me off guard since we hadn't been at it long at all, but I wasn't about to stop and her proclamation of cumming just turned me on all that much more. Suddenly her back raised slightly and her whole body tensed as she came.

I kept going. Obviously.

Another minute passes until again she moans, "I'm going to cum."

"What? Are you serious?" I ask as I continue to slide my finger in and out of her soaking pussy.

"Yes. I'm a cum machine," she breathes.

To this day, I have yet to experience anything hotter than hearing a yoga-bodied beauty utter the phrase "I'm a cum machine" while writhing around naked in the throes of complete sexual ecstasy. I got out of my mind pretty fucking quick.

I got my briefs off as fast as humanly possible and slid my hardened cock into Anne's perfect pussy and just started thrusting. She couldn't even begin to talk coherently. All I heard from her were "oh"s and "fuck"s robbed of their end consonants. Her hands were everywhere in my hair as she pulled it to the point of pain. It was amazing. I slipped out once or twice and the look of sheer sadness that would flash across her face for a split second as she stuck her hand in her mouth and then reached down to guide my dick back inside her turned me on beyond belief. She didn't want anything except for me to be in her and the idea that that's where her mind was at drove me wild.

Eventually, she wanted to get on top so I rolled over and she started riding me without abandon. Her back arched away from me, her hands grabbing my thighs, as she fucked herself silly on my dick. She started singing my dick's praises. "Oh my god. Your dick is so big. Oh my g..." She kept expressing the sentiment, but half the time she couldn't even get all the words out because she had to stop to let out moans and screams. I've never been overly self-conscious of my size, but I've never felt incredibly well endowed either so to hear her say this and see how much she was enjoying fucking enhanced the whole experience. I turned her over again and fucked her myself, lifting her legs and putting them both over my right shoulder. She was tight, but this made her even tighter, which felt amazing, but she was so incredibly wet that fucking her was still just as effortless as it had been. All the while, she's making noise, which I love. Whether it was my name, "fuck me"s, "harder"s, or just sexually overjoyed noise, she kept my ears constantly stimulated. We switched positions a few more times. Once, when she was on top, I sat up and pushed her backward until I popped out of her and she was laying backwards on the bed. I slid my hands under her hips and lifted her entire lower body up towards me until my mouth met her pussy and I started eating her out.

She went crazy. She smacked her hand against the wall a few times as she somehow managed to breath out one word at a time. "Oh... stop... no... oh... god... I'm... I'm... gonna... cum." She did.

Back to fucking. Except things started kind of going downhill. I knew I had a fair amount of alcohol in my system, which certainly wasn't preventing me from performing, but, at this point, we'd probably been fucking for an hour and a half, maybe two hours and I hadn't even come close to cumming. Which was bad news because that's what she started begging for. I was also exhausted, which wasn't helping me down south. She started saying things like, "Please do me from behind" and "Please cum. I want you to cum so fucking bad." Believe me, so did I. I started thinking through my sexual haze and told her we'd do it in the morning. She agreed and we laid down to sleep. I felt dissatisfied though, obviously, so a few minutes after we'd called it quits, I got on top of her again and just breathed into her ear, "You want me to cum."

"Yesss. I want it so bad."

The look of sheer joy that crossed her face as I slid back into her helped ensure I stayed hard and I started fucking her with the sole purpose of filling her up with my cum. She was loving it. "Oh, come on. Please cum. Please cum. I'm gonna cum. Let's cum together. Please. I want you to cum so bad." It felt SO good being inside her, fucking her. She was almost crying tears of anticipation, she wanted it so badly. I could feel my cock tensing. I was completely ready and...... I didn't cum.

I didn't fucking cum. I couldn't.

I know.

You think YOU'RE disappointed.

I was tired and drunk and my senses were too weary to trigger an orgasm. I could literally feel the signs of an orgasm too. That was the worst part. My brain was going. "Why the fuck AREN'T you jizzing inside this girl right now. You should be." I felt the tensing, the warmness like I should be cumming at any second, but nothing could give me that slight push over the top I needed. It was the worst way to end the best night.

We didn't fuck the next morning either. We were both still too tired and she was still a little drunk. I couldn't really tell, but that's what she said. We made out a little and hung out that day after we'd both showered and composed ourselves more.

The next morning, I left. The next time I visited, I saw her and she drunkenly disclosed to me that she had been blacked out that night. Didn't remember anything. I was absolutely mortified. I mean, I knew she was drunk - we both were - but I honestly didn't think she was that drunk. I started apologizing profusely, which she brushed off by telling me she was really glad it had happened. That seemed a little weird to me, but still better than her being pissed so I accepted it. We didn't hook up that night because she was pretty drunk and I was relatively sober and still reeling from the fact she'd been blacked the time before. Better to err on the side of caution.

Shortly thereafter, we had a very quick, very large falling out and haven't seen or spoken to one another since.

Ahh, young love. Such a fickle thing.