Awakening [f/m] | 2016

I'm so glad I found this forum, because I have a few stories I'd really love to get off my chest. I've never opened up about my sex life to anyone, because I'm terrified of getting a reputation or my parents finding out. I'm also studying to be a writer, so I apologize if this runs a little long. (Non-creepy) feedback is welcome!

Growing up, I've always been kind of a shy and bookish girl. My parents are pretty conservative, and I wasn't really encouraged to date. Being the only Muslim in my high school in a post-9/11 era was a bit isolating (even though I'm Persian, not Arab, not that bigots care about the difference). I had only kissed a few boys, and had only had sex once, a less-than-memorable session with a distant cousin when we sneaked away from a family wedding. I didn't even masturbate, really. I had never had an orgasm.

I love my family, but when I applied to colleges, I started thinking about loosening the leash a little. I decided to go with a liberal arts school far away in the Northeast. My mother, who is a convert, and who I suspect is a bit more progressive than my father, backed me up, and I matriculated in the fall of 2012.

I know that it's a common phenomenon, girls cutting loose once they go away to college, but it wasn't quite like that. I did stay focused on my studies, but my first roommate was kind of a party girl and I got a glimpse into that lifestyle. The way she and her friends talked about sex was so cavalier. My teammates in volleyball were kind of like that too. Some of them were openly gay! I also started experimenting with changing my appearance a bit. I have always dressed kind of plainly, but as I began my first semester I began to shop for cute clothes, finally learned how to look good in makeup, and actually stopped wearing a headscarf. I still believe in God, but my religion is becoming a bit more informal.

There was a night-and-day difference in how much I noticed men noticing me, but I wasn't dressing like a "slut", just stylishly. Any girl will tell you that getting hooted at on the street is a bit insulting, but I still kind of liked the attention. However, I was still shy, didn't party, hung out in the library.

Sometime in November, a switch flipped in my head. It was like I had some late-night cable motivational speaker yelling in my ear. "Best years of my life" and all that. I wanted to become a bit more impulsive. I got drunk for the first time with my volleyball girls, and they had to carry me to bed. The hangover was ghastly, but I still felt like I had done something big, that I was growing up. I had one scrap of memory left from the last night, when I had reached the drunken confessions stage with one of my homegirls from the team.

"Just make out with a bunch of fucking boys, for fuck's sake! Find a cute boy, make out with him. You're hot. He'll be into it, for reals." I seriously kept hearing her say that in my head. I wasn't sure about it, but I definitely liked being told I was hot.

A few days later, I came out of class and started walking across the campus towards the library. It was unseasonably warm and people were in good spirits. I wasn't wearing anything provocative, just track pants and a university hoodie with my hair down. The sun was setting. I happened to notice a really, really cute, slightly older guy standing near an entrance, smoking a cigarette. I took a deep breath and approached him, saying the first thing I could think of, "can I bum a smoke?"

Anybody who knew me would probably have cracked up just then, because not only do I not talk like that, I don't smoke. My father's an oncologist, he hates tobacco. This guy flashed a really sweet smile, said "Sure", handed me a cigarette and lit it for me. He almost immediately started laughing, as it was clear I had no idea what I was doing. I was pretty embarrassed, but I didn't run away because he continued being really nice to me.

He was really tall, over 6 feet easily. Very short brown hair, pretty muscular, with these disarming brown eyes. It turned out that he was 26, a veteran, at school on his GI bill. He was from California and asked me right away if I was Persian. He said some of his buddies back home are also children of immigrants. I was just relieved to hear that he was a veteran but didn't hate brown people. I had absolutely no idea what to say to this guy but he carried the whole conversation. Eventually we (he) had finished the cigarettes and he said something like "I'm going home to my apartment for lunch. Do you want to come?"

I might have been a little inexperienced but I could tell that this guy was totally giving me the eyes. I felt a jolt of adrenaline course through my chest. I was way out of my comfort zone but this guy was so cute and sweet. We walked the half-mile or so to his campus-adjacent apartment while he tried his best to keep up a conversation with me.

As soon as he closed the door to his tiny apartment he looked right at me and said "I really want to kiss you right now." I was pretty scared and didn't know what to say. To be honest I was already a little wet. I just got up on my toes and met his lips with mine.

He was a very good kisser. He held my head in his hands and drove his tongue into me in a way I'd never experienced. I've probably made it clear that I'm kind of a shy girl but his mouth pressing on mine drew a loud, piercing moan from my throat. He was pressing against me and pulling my body towards him with his strong arms. For me, impulse took over at this point. I ran my hands under his shirt, and this guy was pretty cut. He must have been kind of experienced, because he had my hoodie, shirt, and even bra off before I had much time to notice. I took off his t-shirt and then he bent down and took my nipple into his mouth.

I let out a little cry because he clearly knew what he was doing. While he was sucking on my breasts, he started to kneel lower and take off my pants, which had snaps along the seam, so you could just tear them off. He came back up, looked me in the eyes, and picked me up by my ass, bringing me over to the couch.

I sat there with my legs spread, making out with him, feeling that fucking rock-hard chest, while he was on his knees on the floor, dry-humping me on the couch. I felt a building pressure and knew that I was going to let this guy inside me.

I told him to stand up, and decided I was going to try to blow him. I took down his jeans and this (pretty huge) cock flopped up at me. It was much bigger than the first guy I'd been with, and I didn't really know what to do with it. I licked up and down his shaft, stroked it with my hands, and took the head into my mouth. I had never really watched porn, so I wasn't sure what he wanted, but I kept licking and took what I could into my mouth. He was shoving against the back of my throat and moaning my name. To be honest, it was a little foreign but it seemed pretty natural. I looked into his eyes and started bobbing my head faster. Eventually he yelled "Fuck, L, you're going to make me cum!" and shoved me by my shoulders onto my back.

First, he ripped (yes, literally ripped) off my underwear and then propped my legs up on his shoulders. I wasn't sure I could take him, but he didn't ask. He just wrapped up, positioned himself and shoved it in, fortunately I was pretty much ready.

For how gentle and sweet he was before, he was seriously railing me. His dick was curved slightly upward, and each thrust was pretty much hitting my spot. I was looking him right in the eyes, kind of screaming, in a sort of astonished way, at how good he was making me feel. "M, that feels amazing." I said, but I wasn't even sure he heard me before he told me to hold onto his neck. I kissed him, HARD, while looking into his eyes, while he picked me up and fucked me STANDING UP.

He told me "wrap your legs around me" so I wouldn't fall and I had what was basically the most amazing sexual encounter I'd ever had. I felt like I was a doll in his hands, and he treated me like a princess. He fucked me harder, while standing, and carrying me(!), than other men have fucked me in bed.

At this point I started to worry if his neighbors would mind the noise, but I decided to stop caring and let it happen. He was sliding in and out of me so fast, occasionally pausing to rub on my clit with his hard cock. I had never had anyone play with my clit before, so I'm sure I was making a lot of noise. Every time I think of it, I can feel him touching me.

This guy lived in a suite and I felt bad about all of the screaming, but at some point I really stopped caring. He was really good, and I loved the feeling of being filled up by his big dick. We even bent over against his window, and I let loose with some serious screaming while he bent me over. There's something about being stuffed with a huge cock while you're bent over against a 4th-story window that really gets you going. Eventually my sense of decorum took over and I insisted we step away from the window. He spread my legs and bent me over his bed (already jacked up to waist level, for storage) and started fucking me hard, like HARD hard, and I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head. His dick had a really broad tip, and I could feel it against my spot with every thrust. I didn't come, but we must have had sex for like an hour and a half, and it was amazing. He pulled out and came over my back, then we took a nap in his bed for about two hours. I waited until after dark to leave his place. Despite how amazing the sex was, I was too mortified to get his number, and I haven't seen him since. M, if you read this, please find me! If you readers like it, there's more!

EDIT: This may not have been the best story, but it's chronologically the first. I also forgot to describe what I look like, but I'll be back!