A se[m]ester of lust all let out in one night of [f]ury (part 1 of a new series of stories) | 2016

We're both college students. She's a senior, I'm a junior. We're in love, and our personalities mesh extremely well. We communicate wonderfully, and we share many interests and our senses of humor. That's great, and all, but gws, I know you want to hear about the sex. Well, we fuck like rabbits these days. But we didn't get here immediately. There are lots of great stories from the journey to where we are now. Here's the first of a series of those stories. I hope you enjoy, gws. Here's the tale of our first fucking.

She lived next door to me my freshman year. At our school, the freshmen move in a week before the upperclassmen, and the campus is dry for that week. It goes wet, however, when the upperclassmen are allowed back on campus. Everyone's drunk and meeting the freshmen. Some are preying on them.

We met on that day, in her best friend's room, across the hall from us. There she was - this beautiful brunette bombshell. Mid-back-length, shiny, slightly wavy but mostly straight, voluminous, beautiful, sexy, "fuck-me" hair, 5' 7", fiery sapphire eyes, curvaceous rump, cute fingers and toes painted burgundy and supple 34D's in a pushup bra and a "fuck-me" floral dress that brought out her eyes in the August sunlight. She's quite liquored up, and I'm on my way, as well. She's a happy, friendly drunk - the first thing she said to me was "HI I'M [NAME]" as she thrust a lifeproof-cased iPhone into my hand, open to an empty contact field. I punch in my number, we do a shot together, the day goes on. I was pursuing another girl, but she was imprinted in my mind. Later that week, we had another drunken talk, during which she shared with me that she had lost her virginity to an upperclassman on the upperclassmen move-in day her freshman year, the year before. I told her I was still a virgin, and she told me to go get 'em. (I lost it two weeks later!). She was friendly. Wild - partied a lot and flirted with other guys - but fun, and genuinely nice at the core.

The fall semester of my freshman year went on, and we became great friends. We'd stay up late at night, sometimes with other people on the floor, sometimes alone, in the common area, sometimes working, sometimes just talking. We talked about past sexcapades, talked about classes (we both are majoring in STEM fields and take some of the same classes), she told me stories from her freshman year, and we gossiped about other people. I'd always thought she was extremely attractive, and sometimes I'd catch a glimpse down her front during our small lab class in which we sat next to each other. I thought it was cool how her computer background was always a funny meme. She was smart, goofy, fun, and beautiful. I was glad we were becoming good friends, and I slowly started to feel more attraction.

One night, we were out with a bunch of people at our on-campus pub. We were slightly flirting. I kind of wanted it, but couldn't tell if she did. It turns out she wasn't looking for it on that particular night, since she went home with somebody else, but I later found out that it was because she was unsure if I wanted it either/wasn't sure if it was right/kind of wasn't entertaining the idea. She only made out with the other guy, and nothing ever came of it, so I wasn't too bummed.

Our floor was the "party floor" at our dorm. It was tradition that every semester on the last day of classes, we would have a "lock-in" to celebrate. Everyone was locked in to the suite on the floor (basically just a bigger room with its own bathroom), we would tap a keg, and nobody could leave until it was floated. With up to 27 people, and sometimes more if floor alumni showed up, it was always an easy task. The whole night, we were pushing drinks on each other and flirting, just having a good time. I wasn't particularly pursuing her, or her pursuing me; we were just getting drunk and enjoying time with our friends. It was a great night. After the keg was floated, however, we had all planned to go to a party elsewhere on campus. We had spilled beer on our clothes (oops), so we went back to our rooms to change. For some reason, we ended up with me, her, her best friend, and a male floor alumnus all in one room after changing. The alumnus and her best friend must have caught on to our flirting, since they convinced us that if they made out, we would have to as well. We drunkenly agreed in a heartbeat, what with our lowered inhibitions and mutual desires. The other two did some quick face-sucking to get it over with, and we looked at each other with burning eyes. We practically slammed our faces together for a sloppy, wet, wonderful session. We probably only kissed for three or four seconds, but it was a wonderful time. Her mouth felt larger - good for oral, I immediately thought - and she allowed me to take the wheel while still responding well. Her tongue was strong, and it wrestled with mine, pushing it, pulling it, sucking it, channeling her desire to me. We pulled apart - and my memory is blank until we were at the party.

We ditched the other two friends as soon as we got there, went to the dance floor, and she immediately glued her voluptuous ass to my front. She could only fit one cheek at a time, it was so big and so wonderful, on such a feminine frame. Other people we knew saw us together, smiling, grinning that we'd got together. I reached my head around, desperate for another kiss - "not here," she whispered. She implied there would be another place we could get busy. I got excited...and MAJORLY turned on. I'm sure she could feel my cock harden halfway in my pants, since she was pressing her ass so hard against it. We danced for a few songs, but we were both aching to get back to that other place and do things we couldn't do there. We ran into some friends on the way back who held us up. I was hardening by the minute, and I'm sure I was pitching a small lean-to in my slacks. We talked our way out of it, rushing back to our dorm. My roommate always went home on weekends to party with his high school friends, so we both knew my room was open. It was so easy - there was no fuss about whether or not we should go home together - we knew it had to happen. We wanted it so badly, and we'd wanted it for a while.

As soon as we got in the door, we went to my bed. I planted my face on hers and bent her backwards onto the bed, kissing furiously. We were both gasping for breath. She tasted like the vodka we had shot in her best friend's room before making out for the first time. I reveled in it. I pulled her dress over her head, unable to pull it down off her body due to her beautifully large rear end. She wore a burgundy thong and matching bra to pair with her burgundy-red hip-tight party dress. Her cork wedges were off in a heartbeat. She had a beautiful hourglass frame - her rotund behind poking out on either side, accenting the narrowness of her waist. I unclasped her bra to reveal perfectly-sized areolae that circled incredibly sensitive nipples - just a few licks and nibbles and they were already erect, complete with ecstatic moans from their owner. She ripped off my shirt like it was a crime for it be on - I was surprised all the buttons remained. She fumbled with my belt, sliding off my slacks while I was still on top of her. I slipped off her thong, struggling a bit to pull it around her ass, excited for the pussy reveal. I was not disappointed. She had such a cute little snatch - recently shaved, with decently-sized labia minora pressed flat by her thong. I tickled them with my fingers, coaxing them out and apart. She was soaking wet by this point. She shivered when I flicked her clit. I wettened the tip of my finger with some of her juices and rubbed it, as she smiled, closed her eyes, and squealed with delight. I could tell she was already ready. As for me, I was definitely already standing at attention. She pulled off my underwear, and I mentioned I was going to get a condom. She told me it wasn't necessary - "I trust you - and I swear I'm clean!". I trusted her too, since we were such great friends, but on principle, I still wrapped it up. I'd never been bareback on purpose before (one time a condom broke in the middle and only at the end did I realize it was all bunched up at the base of my penis), so I just played it safe.

Wrapped up, I slowly slipped inside of her. She felt wonderful - warm, inviting, attached to a wonderful girl. We started out in missionary, as usual, and she immediately was moaning. I remember that vividly. She already enjoyed my cock. We moved faster, and she wanted to kiss harder. God, she was intoxicating. We switched things up after a bit, her laying on the bed, me standing and fucking her. I was in the power position, having the time of my life. I controlled her. I had a bit of whiskey dick, so it was sort of a long session for being 19 years old (probably 20-25 minutes, all told). A few position changes in, the condom dried out, and I didn't have any lube. "You know what...fuck it," I said, and ripped off the condom. Her face lit up - "YAYYY" she shouted! She was so happy to have my natural cock - to feel my skin slide against her wet, inviting insides - to spread her walls wide open. I put her legs over my head and went to town. I had to make an effort to be able to cum, which involved me being very forceful. I pounded her. HARD. I used those cute little lady parts to the max. She was definitely more experienced than me, but I was definitely taking control. I used her body, and she loved it. It was wild, drunk, rough sex at its best. The roughest we'd had at that point in our lives. Being a lifelong athlete gave me the physical stamina to sustain the quick, back-and-forth thrusting necessary to stimulate me enough to orgasm. She squeezed me as I blew my hot load into her. We fell asleep immediately.

In the morning, I remember never having been so happy to wake up next to a girl. Her naked bottom was so beautiful in the morning sun. We were both pretty hung over, but we managed. Her breath was terrible. So was mine. We didn't give a fuck. We kissed softly. We talked about random things. I knew kissing in the morning meant something a little more, so I was unsure where this was going, but I liked it, wherever it was. After a while, I had to leave for the annual morning-after-lock-in upperclassmen-vs.-freshmen tackle football game (in which I was sacked numerous times and lost tons of skin on my knees), but it was an unforgettable night.

We went to a cultural event that night, just the two of us. That wasn't an unusual occurrence, given how close and casual of friends we were, but there was a spark that was there because of the night's previous events. Later, she told me that she had been thinking about how much she wanted to fuck me again that whole event. I had mentioned how I had a free 90-minute period that night in between events - she later told me that she was thinking "well...I know what I want to do ;)" but was too shy to insinuate it.

No matter, as future stories will tell. Stay tuned for more between us. It just gets better. ;)