[F]riday night with a [m]uscular student doctor. | 2016

Edit: Some people want a physical description of me - I'm a 22yo student, with waist length natural blonde hair. Measurements are 32-26-37, and 5'6" (82-66-94 and 1.68m). I have Swedish heritage, so I also have very pale skin and bright blue eyes, and I wear a 32C.

So on Friday night, I got absolutely retarded drunk. There was a party on for a friend of my housemate, and I was invited along too - I didn't know that many people, so, naturally, I needed some alcohol to lubricate the situation. One drink turned into several, and then we headed out to the bar, so several drinks turned into many more. One of the guys at the party, Mark, was really interesting, and I chatted with him for a lot of the night, but not so much that it was obvious that I was into him. Because, quite frankly, I really was - he's tall, around 6'2", with short brown hair and a cute nose, topped with blue eyes; he fills out a shirt in a way that makes my eyes wander every time he turns away. He's a farm boy originally, now studying to be a doctor with my housemate's friend, and he has big, rough hands and vascular forearms to show for it. His infectious smile really caught me, shining out of his tanned face.

Drinking continues until the bar closes - no idea what time that was, I am vaguely cross eyed by this point - and people start peeling off into taxis or down the path. Turns out he lives in the street next to where I was crashing for the night (a friend's place, Jana), which is within walking distance, so about eight of us start off down the road, with Mark and I at the back, chatting about movie trivia. Before we know it, our slow pace has left us miles behind my housemate and friends. We stop on a corner.

"My place is down this way, I think Jana's is that way, but I can't be sure - I'm not too good with directions in the dark after that many drinks." Mark is looking at me with those blue eyes. I think I'm melting a little. OK, I know where Jana's place is, but what if I say I don't?

"Oh, shit. I don't really know either. Come for a walk with me and find it? I don't want to be left alone." Smooth.

"I really don't want to leave you by yourself! It's like 3am. Just come crash at mine?"

"Uuuuummm... Yeah alright. I'll text my housemate now, and tell her I'll be home in the morning! Thanks so much."

A block further and we're outside his complex, on the front lawn. His jokes are pretty funny, and he's teasing me about something or other. The walk brought us a bit closer, ostensibly for practical reasons (neither of us were walking in particularly straight lines), and his arm is around my waist - I can feel every adjustment of his fingers acutely. I turn to him (his face is so close!).

"This place is pretty nice! You even get... a balcony..." His nose is suddenly touching my nose, and I can feel his lips are less than an inch away. I don't say anything, I just close that gap, and kiss him deeply; my phone chimes with my housemate's reply, but I drop my bag on the grass. His other hand moves to my hip and his tongue explores my lips, carefully parting them and slipping in; I press myself against his warm body, away from the chill, and shiver a little anyway because I can feel his muscle under his shirt. That hand slides down over my butt, appreciating the bare cheeks under my dress, thanks to my thong. We kiss like high schoolers, enthusiastically and for a good while, only brought out of it by the honking of a horn - of course, we're still outside!

"Upstairs?" His voice is a little husky. He doesn't wait for my reply, but takes my hand and leads me to the door, scooping up my bag on the way. About a million stairs later (top damn floor, no elevator, of course), we get to his door and inside. He lives alone, so thankfully there's no one to attempt to quietly avoid, but the apartment is such a bachelor pad, albeit a mostly clean one. I take off my shoes and he leads me to the bedroom - obviously he's not one to mess around with subtlety. I laugh at his confidence, so he playfully shoves me onto the bed, and quickly follows, taking his shirt off. Oh wow, the sight of his sculpted abs and shoulders sends a jolt of excitement through my abdomen, and I can feel that I'm starting to get wet with anticipation. He pulls me onto him, and sneakily unhooks my bra through my dress.

"Holy shit, you hit the gym!" I say between kisses, my fingers running down onto his V (oh good lord, he has a V).

"Nah, I'm pretty average!" he laughs.

"Oh, shut up, no one likes a person who can't take compliments!" I slowly grind over his jeans, sitting up now to take a better look at his body. I bite my lip. "How unfair, I'm still wearing a dress, and giving you no chance to compliment anything."

The dress does not come off easily. The fucking thing has a zipper and a tie up at the back - I love it, and it helped get me here, but I feel like I just took it off in the most awkward way possible. It was worth it for the hungry look on his face when my bra came off with it, my C cups dropping and slightly bouncing out, the nipples hard. Before that lacy black bra had hit the floor, he had sat up and put one in his mouth.

"Shit, you've got amazing tits." I'd reply here, only I'm getting distracted by the way his tongue is moving around my areola, so instead I just claw a little at his jeans, a bit clumsily. He reaches down to help me with the button, but I slap his hand away and manage to get it undone. Those jeans were on the floor very shortly afterwards, and I ran my hand over the bulge in his briefs - he wasn't huge, but I'm not a very big girl anyway at 120lb, 5'6"; I don't like big boys too much.

Ugh. Of course I've had too much to drink. How do you tell someone you have to pee in a sexy way?

"Um, I'm gonna sort something out, be right back!" He smirks and watches my boobs bounce out of the room. I take the opportunity to remove the ridiculous amount of bobby pins in my long blonde hair, and I ditch my thong in the bathroom before coming back in. Oooh, I'm soaked, I'll leave it in here to dry!

I slip back into the room and turn out the light; he has no blinds, and the moon illuminates the bed where he's lying. His briefs are gone. I can't help but notice straight away, because he's rock hard, and the moonlight is casting amazing shadows over his legs and abs. I jump on the bed and immediately take it in my mouth, I want to taste it so bad; one hand plays along his abs, the other over my clit and dripping pussy. I can feel his legs twitch slightly as I take his cock down my throat and gently play with his balls. After only a few minutes, he stops me and brings my face up to his.

"God you're good at that, but I can't wait. Have a seat?" His cheeky smile is so inviting, and his hands reach out to touch my pussy. "I can tell you're ready. Wow."

I inch up, and position myself over him, watching him watch me slide him in, and I moan quietly. His cock goes in smoothly, I'm wet and he's already well lubricated with my saliva; it's such a perfect fit. I start off slow, testing the waters, but he's having none of it; he grabs my hips and guides me to bouncing faster, harder. I get a little louder, my pussy is gripping him and I'm pinching my nipples. Every sensation feels heightened, and he looks like Adonis with the moon reflecting on him. I writhe in pleasure, and his hands move to my ass, squeezing hard on it - I'm not ashamed to admit that I have a great ass; I put a decent amount of time into squats, and it's round and firm. He can't seem to break eye contact with my tits as they're bouncing with the rhythm, so he slows me down and sits up to grab them with those big, brown farmer's hands. I grind slowly and look into his eyes.

"How about you fuck me in the kitchen?" His jaw drops slightly, and he smiles. I hop off and skip to the kitchen, leaning invitingly on the bench. He lifts me up and enters me forcefully, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure. His thrusts are regular and powerful, I love the feel of the head of his cock on my g-spot. I'm moaning pretty loudly now, and breathlessly I ask how well he knows his neighbours.

"Not at all," he says, "but they might know me alright now!"

He's staring right into my eyes as he takes me. Normally I'd feel strange about this, but it was so hot for some reason, and making me drip slightly on the counter. I hungrily kiss him again, wanting to feel that warm mouth on mine, and trying to stifle my moans a bit so as not to wake the neighbours. He suddenly flips me around and enters me from behind, I turn my head so I can keep kissing him. I can feel myself building now, and it helps that he's reached around to stroke my clit - he's a bit rough at first, and I can tell nobody has taught him how to do it, so I instruct him, "Softer, in a circle... Oooh, like that, do not stop..."

This last is said as my breathing gets faster and I grip the bench like it's a life ring in the ocean, my other hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine. All of a sudden, my vision blurs, my knees buckle against the cupboards and my pussy violently contracts against his dick. Mark quickly moves hand from my hip to my mouth, and I nearly bite him trying not to scream loudly; instead my fingers dig into his neck a little.

We move from the kitchen to the desk in his room, swiping away the study notes, textbooks and laptop with no caution at all; "It'll be fine," he assures me with a grin, and throws his stethoscope onto the chair. Then we move back to the bed, and at last he's nearing the finish line; he pounds me with my legs on his shoulders, faster and harder until finally he pulls out and shoots all over my stomach. He drops down next to me, and kisses me hard. I toy with the load on my flat stomach, watching our chests rise and fall in the dim light; his tanned, mine milky white, both of us spent.

"Shower?" He asks.

"Yep."

We fucked three more times that night, and into the morning, even after the hangovers had kicked in. He let me out the front door with a wink and a cheeky "So, nice to meet you." I walked to Jana's with some of his cum still sticking to my leg, in last night's clothes with my thong in my bag. I was greeted by my housemate with a raised eyebrow and a silent grin before we drove home to sleep through Saturday.