Like all freshmen, I was thrilled to start college. I was looking forward to this new and exciting chapter in my life. Towards the end of high school, I had gained the reputation of being easy. I was timid and submissive, but that was taken for being easy and slutty. Kids can be so cruel. So I was happy to leave all that behind and start a new life at college. I also had just ended my torrid affair with Mr. K, and I was relieved that shit-show was now behind me.
No more dumb high school boys and married men. I was a college student, and I was ready for my first college boyfriend.
Within the first few months of starting college, I met Peter. He was a couple of years older than me and a junior. Peter lived off-campus in an apartment with two roommates. This was a big deal for me, as he was the first guy that I dated who had his own place, although it was shared.
Looking back, his apartment was a dump, but being young, it didn’t occur to me just how bad it was. It was a tiny one-bedroom plus-den unit. Peter had a mattress (not a full bed) on the floor of the den, which wasn’t much bigger than a walk-in closet. The den had an open entranceway to the hall (no door). One of his friends had a mattress on the living room floor, and the other claimed the only bedroom.
The apartment was furnished with an old couch, a stereo, and a small TV sitting on a couple of empty beer cases. Just what you would expect from three poor college kids.
Peter didn’t have any money to take me out, so we mostly hung out at the apartment. Remember, I was still living at home as my family could not afford to send me out of town to college, so I enjoyed hanging out at his place with his roommates. As I got to know Peter better, I began spending a few nights a week with him. I told my parents I was staying with a girlfriend in her dorm to save on travel time and expenses.
As is typical of college students, there was lots of alcohol and pot. This was their mode of entertainment, it seemed. I always found it strange that, for poor students, they could somehow afford alcohol and pot.
When Peter and I first began having sex, I would only engage when I knew the other two guys were not home. His doorless den was next to the apartment entrance and right across from the bathroom. There was no privacy, as you could see straight into his room from the front hall and even from certain angles in the combined kitchenette and living room.
Eventually, at my encouragement, Peter hung a string and a couple of towels at the entranceway of his room in a feeble attempt to give us some privacy, but honestly, the towels were way too small. It wasn’t long before I gave in to Peter’s persistence, and we began having sex even when his roommates were home.
I was very reluctant the first time we had sex when his buddies were in the apartment. That first time, I made sure the towels were up before engaging. The guys were in the living room, watching TV. It was a small apartment, and they were probably less than ten feet away, so how could they not hear us? I tried to hold off until they at least went to bed, but Peter couldn’t wait.
As much as I tried to be discreet, it wasn’t long before Peter had me all aroused, and we were going at it. I suppose the alcohol had loosened me up.
I never heard a sound from his two roommates, but I’m sure they were listening intently. The thought of them listening to all the sounds and grunts of Peter and me having sex got me very aroused. I’m not an exhibitionist, as I have always been shy, but something about them listening and only being ten feet away was extremely erotic.
Peter was quite vocal; I’m sure he was trying to impress his roommates.
“Yeah, Babe, just like that… Suck it, baby, suck my balls.”
Slurp, slurp, I was making all kinds of sloppy sounds as I gave him a blow job.
Then I heard the bathroom toilet flush. Yikes, I knew that meant someone might be watching as the towels did a poor job of covering the entrance. Were they both watching us?
Peter held my head in place, so I couldn’t turn to see. At this point, I really didn’t care. The alcohol was doing its job.
I became quite vocal and did not hold back. I pulled away and mounted Peter for a ride.
“Oh yes, fuck me… Don’t stop,” I repeatedly begged in a rather loud tone, fully aware I was putting on a show. It was erotic knowing that they were listening, and my naughty behavior just added to my arousal. I never looked back at the entranceway. Instead, I just rode Peter to a wonderful climax.
“Oh fuck yeah….yeah…cum inside me,” I yelled as I bounced on his hard cock. My breasts were bouncing in rhythm to my hips as my vagina milked his cock. I was indeed a naughty girl.
As time went on, I became more accepting of the situation. Peter and I would have sex all the time, even when his roommates were home. Secretly, I preferred to have sex when they were listening from the other room; I found it very erotic, to say the least. Of course, I never admitted this to Peter, but he sensed it.
There were many times when the guys would walk past the room and have a peek at Peter and me having sex. Yes, the towels were haphazardly up, but they were far from private.
As time went on, I spent more and more time at the apartment. I have a nurturing personality, so I began cleaning up, cooking, doing laundry, etc. I was becoming their housemother, it seemed. The guys were all very appreciative of my efforts, and they were fast becoming my friends as well.
Things got free and easy. We would all hang out together, drinking and watching TV. At the end of the night, Peter and I would go into the den and have sex. This had become routine.
I was a good girlfriend and never complained. The other two guys were on the nerdy side and were very respectful to me. So if they had a peek now and then, I didn’t care.
Come to think about it, most times I was half-dressed when I stayed over. Flimsy tight, braless tops and short shorts were the dress code back then. I could tell by the way his friends looked at me that they were aroused. It was very arousing for me, too. I knew they heard and saw us having sex multiple times a week. I could feel their eyes undressing me. I bet they masturbated thinking about me all the time. How hot was that?
Peter was nice to me, and he was easy to talk to. Over time, I told him about my previous boyfriends and how they treated me badly and used me. He asked how I lost my virginity and told him about Mark, who was ten years older than me at sixteen. How he used me as his sex toy. He controlled me, and I submitted to him. He did all kinds of unspeakable things to me.
Peter loved hearing these stories, and he was quite turned on by them. He was the only person I had ever told about my past.
One afternoon, when the other two guys were out, me and Peter were going at it on the couch. We were both completely naked, and, after pleasing Peter once already, he had me bent over the couch arm, giving it to me doggy style. He had the music playing loudly, as he often did.
I thought I heard something but couldn’t see anything as my face was buried in the couch pillows, and the music covered up any sounds. Peter reassured me that it was nothing as he continued to take me from behind.
After a few minutes of all-out sex, I managed to turn my head away from the couch.
To my horror, there were his two roommates in the kitchenette watching us and sipping on a beer. I immediately screamed and tried to cover up. Peter paused momentarily, but then, to my surprise, resumed thrusting into me.
Holding me firmly and pumping me from behind, he pushed the back of my head back down and continued on. The guys were quite elated that they had stumbled into this situation. There I was, naked, bent over the couch with my ass up in the air, and Peter buried balls deep inside of me. I was horrified and quickly turned beet red.
The guys were just as surprised as me—well, maybe not as much as me. They froze in silence. When they realized that Peter wasn’t stopping, they slowly moved closer for a better view. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
I was struggling and began to protest, but Peter’s hold on me was firm. He was now pounding me much harder. I could tell he was turned on by his friends watching. Peter told me to relax and enjoy myself.
After the initial shock of being discovered and Peter settling me down, I just submitted to the situation. What else was there to do? I was already fully naked and exposed. Plus, the guys had seen me naked before. My submissive side kicked in, and I let Peter control the situation.
The guys silently watched as Peter fucked me hard from behind. I began to moan and enjoy the show we were putting on. I could see the look on their faces, and I knew they were getting turned on. It was so hot to know that I was having this effect on them. I just gave in and continued as if they weren’t even there. It was a turn-on for me, knowing they were watching.
Peter’s stamina was much higher than normal, and he just kept giving it to me in waves. Fast and furious, and then he would back off with slow strokes. He was doing his best to make himself last—to put on a good show for his friends, I suppose.
I responded by moaning and encouraging him to fuck me hard. Just as he was about to erupt, he pulled out and yelled at me to suck him. I immediately rolled off the couch and fell to my knees. I frantically fumbled to take his pulsating cock in my mouth as ordered.
As I was bobbing my head on his cock, he grabbed my hair and turned my head sideways so that his two friends had the perfect view of me sucking on his cock. He grunted and moaned loudly as he released a large load of cum in my mouth. I looked up and made eye contact with one of his friends as Peter squirted cum into my mouth and over my face. I felt so cheap.
I have to give the guys credit, as they respected me and didn’t touch me or grab me as some other guys might have. One of them ran to get me a face towel. How sweet.
After that event, I was less concerned about not exposing myself to the guys. Peter and I had sex in his room, and I didn’t even care if the towels were up or not. Eventually, the towels disappeared altogether.
Over time, I became more submissive, and Peter began exerting more control over me. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him about my past. Was history repeating itself?
After the couch incident, Peter began to exhibit bolder behavior. During our drinking and pot parties, he would touch me and play with me as his roommates watched. I was usually intoxicated and in a promiscuous state, so I didn’t object too much.
It began with just touching on the couch. He would have his arm around me and casually brush a boob or play with my nipple through my top. His roommates did notice. It then progressed to unbuttoning my blouse, rubbing my legs, etc.; he was becoming more daring. Eventually, he would take advantage of my intoxicated state and actually slip his hand down my top and play with my breasts.
One time, when I wore a blouse per his request, he had it pretty much all unbuttoned by the end of the night. He kept exposing my breasts to his friends as I struggled to cover them up.
Peter began insisting we have sex on the couch in the afternoons. He knew when the roommates were coming home, and he made sure we got caught, and they had an eyeful.
I found it all very arousing. But then Peter took things too far, and I eventually broke up with him. I will write that story soon.
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