Buttery Nipples [F]or [M]e | 2016

This is a stand-alone event, but also part of my ongoing struggle from the last story.

Our team kicked ass at Regionals. We were all thrilled since this meant that the university would be flying us out to Nationals. It took about a 6 more weeks of prep work and I managed to avoid any more compromising situations with quiet girl. Still, she asked me to leave my GF and I basically said that I would never do that because we're in love. When that didn't work, she offered to have a 3-way with me and a senior girl who was known to be bi. You're free to doubt, but this girl was amazing at appealing to most of my childhood fantasies. My resolve stood strong throughout. Then came the hotel check-in for the event.

I went to a small school with a reputation for big parties. All of us knew there'd be 50 other universities at this thing, but I naively assumed we'd be the ones teaching them how to get loose. The first night I walked into the Penn State room and they had a keg on ice in their bathtub and had converted one of their queen beds into a beer pong table. The other one propped up against the wall. By 10 PM management had enough complaints that they opened up the basement conference rooms and begged us all to just take the party downstairs. It was a blast.

Anyway, I'm just trying to explain how I was not in a clearest state of mind. We went downstairs and it was chaos. People were already passing out in the halls. I decided to take my drink poolside with a smaller group ... Quiet girl included. She made it a point to climb in the hot tub next to me once the pool shenanigans subsided. Her small hand was soon busy stroking me out of my stupor and my own slid down below her waistband when I was sure nobody was paying attention.

The guilt began to set in when I thought about my GF texting that she misses me. I mustered up the little bit of willpower I had left and pulled away from quiet girl's grip. The guys gave me shit but I said I need to get a refill. What I really needed to do was go jerk off, take a shower, and get away from you know who.

After getting back to my room and gaining a newfound appreciation for those small lotion bottles by the sink, I jumped in the shower. The lukewarm water slowly eased me back to consciousness and I began to feel good about resisting temptation.

That's about the time I heard the door latch click. I laughed because that meant my roomy struck out when he was so sure he'd be hooking up with another teammate of ours. "Happens to the best of us!" I yelled from inside the shower. All the sudden I hear him coming inside the bathroom. "I know you're horny bro, but you're gonna have to look elsewhere." Joking of course, I wasn't alarmed since assumed he was piss drunk and needed to use the toilet.

Suddenly the shower curtain opens and I'm looking quiet girl straight in the eye ... Meanwhile she's staring right at my dick which is still semi hard and a bit rosy from just a minute ago. blushing "Um, the guys made butter shots an I thought you'd like one." I found out later that she swapped key cards with my roomy so he could hook up with hers.

I had turned to cover up a bit, but she stepped into the shower and held out one of the shots for me. No use hiding anything now I thought. We toasted shots and the last words I remember saying were "You really are bad". No sooner did she sit her cup along the edge of the tub did she reach down and begin to stroke life into my heavy shaft. I'm a tall athletic guy, but I felt powerless right then. I brushed her damp hair back off her shoulders and undid the straps of her bikini top. The thin fabric fell down over her abdomen and I was immediately hard again when she pressed her warm bare breasts against my chest. I pushed her back enough so that I could lean down and suck on her pink swollen nipples. My fingertips dragging her bottoms down while my tongue licked and my lips pursed against her stiff nipple. I still remember how slick my fingers became when I finally reached between her slightly parted thighs.

I shut off the shower because I've tried sex there before and it just doesn't work. Quiet girl seemed annoyed at first when I pulled away, but she lit up when I reached around her tiny frame and lifted her out of the tub and into the bathroom counter. My thick cock pressed easily inside her slick hot cunt. I looked down and watched the tip disappear inside her swollen mound. She bit down hard on my neck as I began to rock fully in and out, just the tip at first and then several inches more. I came up onto my toes as I gripped her waist and pulled her closer. She rocked her hips which each thrust and I felt her aching slit gripping me tight.

There was one problem. The counter was just high enough that I couldn't really pound the living day-lights out of her, and that was all I could focus on. Then I eyed the edge of the bathtub in the mirror, where our drink cups rested.

I pulled away, again at quiet (horny) girl's silent protest, and draped a towel over the edge of the tub. Keep in mind that neither of us said a word since the taking shots together. On her own, she climbed down off the counter and straddled the cotton towel, arching her back and reaching for me to join her. As I slid in behind, she lifted her ass just enough so that my cock could slip beneath her slippery mound ... Rocking against my shaft before reaching down and guiding every inch of me back inside her tight slit. She leaned forward and gripped the tub edge, pushing back into me with equal force as I held her waist and thrust inside, smacking and pounding noises as our bodies collided. We had both wanted this for way too long. I didn't want it to end right away.

I let go of her hips and slid my big hand down over her dripping cunt. Stroking her while my fingertips grazed against my drenched cock rocking in and out. My free hand rose up and gripped one of her bouncing breasts, squeezing it firmly as I pulled her back against my chest. All she could do from that position was grind against me as I bucked her from beneath. All it took was the slightest clenching of her pussy against my throbbing shaft ... "Mmmph" I let go, probably way more sounds than that too , but I digress. All the buildup, all the tension was released in the form of hot jets of cum deep inside her hot panting body. My fingertips left visible marks on her breast after finally coming down from the climax.

She had finally broken me down, and I didn't regret a thing.