I am now twenty-one. This happened when I was nineteen. How time flies! I’m an English major with a focus in creative writing now, so this should ideally be better written than it would be right after the experience. I’m still going to write it as if I’m sitting next to you and telling it. That’s probably the best approach.
It was February. I was dating this girl Kat, who was my equal in terms of being a dumpster fire. She was bipolar and sometimes did not take her meds and got abusive; I smoked too much weed, drank too much, and had too much sex with girls who were not her. I guess you get the picture. Kat and I had a big fight over I forget what and she kicked me out of her apartment.
I didn’t want to go for however long it took us to make up without getting laid, so I decided to seduce Megan, from my criminal justice class. She was a brunette with freckles, short, shy-ish personality, but really smart (academically that is, not sure about otherwise). She also had a twisted sense of humor if you got her to open up to you. I’ll be honest, I’d been constantly flirting with her since the start of the semester. She thought I was gross at first but had come around to me by now. I asked her out after class. She was hesitant but I can be persistent as fuck.
So we went out for pizza that weekend and got to know each other. She wore a black blouse that looked totally unlike something she would wear otherwise. She also had on these tight silk pants. And although I thought her glasses were cute and had told her so (I said ‘they look nice’), she opted to wear contacts. Something about it all struck me as mildly desperate. I listened to everything she said; whenever she looked up from her plate I was looking into her eyes, and I nodded to let her know I heard her.
The one thing we seemed to both have in common is we didn’t like our dads. I mean, hers was still married to her mom and not in jail, but otherwise, same level of cringe. After the pizza, I took her to a cocktail party at my friend’s place. When we arrived, it had really just become decadent teen drinking. I brought a bottle of Tanqueray I still owe Kat for, although I did rail her twice the night she got it, so maybe we’re square.
Kat was 22. A senior. I should clarify that. Said she was into younger guys, but still didn’t know I was a freshman until we’d started dating and I confessed. She stuck around, apparently thinking I’d be sweet and naive. Kept sticking around even after it became obvious that I was a narcissistic douche.
By the time we got to the party, Megan was feeling my vibe. I’d led her in with my hand on her back, so physical contact = initiated. Based on what she’d told me about her, she seemed to be looking for a rebound, she just didn’t want to say it. So I was in luck. I did some shots and got buzzed enough to start hitting on this rando in plain sight of Megan. The idea was to get Megan jealous and confused and want me more. Sometimes it backfires, this time it worked. I did a thing where I scooped up this rando’s necklace in my hand and complimented her on it, and asked her about it, all while not letting go and making eye contact. I love doing that. I had done the same with Megan earlier.The effect it has on women is ridiculous.
Otherwise, I remember nothing about that girl. I went back to Megan, who was by herself and bummed out. She could have told me to go fuck myself, but did not. I told her that was just a friend and asked what the matter was. She didn’t want to say. I asked if it was about her ex. She considered it for a second, remembering that there was that, too, and nodded.
Conversation = Steered.
I said we should go to the fire escape. I’d brought some pot, like always. I wasn’t sure if Megan even smoked, but she gave it a good pull. We smoked that bowl and she dumped out her current life anxieties on me – mainly, her parents, her grades, her ex boyfriend. Put her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her and said reassuring things. I was sure I would bang her.
We went back inside, both horny now, and grinded to the music. She kissed me first. We went in to the hallway and made out against the wall for a little bit. I pressed my tongue inside her and she stuck her tongue back. We decided to go back to her dorm because I had a roommate and she didn’t. Don’t roommates fucking suck?
We got into her dorm and were all over each other. We made out some more, standing there and undressing each other. I massaged her between her thighs and she stroked my cock through my boxers. I looked at the Minnie Mouse bedsheets on her bed and thought, damn, am I really going to get busy on that shit? Yes, I was. I ate her out while she sat on my face on those sheets. I felt her body up while licking (I don’t finger pussy while eating it, because it’s cheating yo). I smacked her ass and straddled her waist against me. She was shaved bare. In my experience, with girls aged eighteen to twenty, it’s often annihilation mode down there. Just prickles and some stubble. That was Megan. As they progress through their twenties, women get more into their own grooves and let it grow out a little. Am I right?
At some point I switched it up from sides to side to ups and downs, because I was getting bored of swishing around like a sexy fish and getting her juices just on my tongue tip. I moved my mouth up to her clit and used the flat of my tongue this time, sort of pressing down a little when I estimated I’d reached her heaven spot. She made breathy sounds and pushed me further between her thighs. I looked upward one more time to check my progress. There she was, head tilted backward so she faced the shitty fluorescent light all freshman dorms have, her boobs jostling up, down, a shift to the side. And I looked away. I still held on to her waist with one hand and otherwise played with a nipple with the other, because why not? You can only bat around an erect nipple for so long. I put the palm of my hand on her stomach and felt her breathing.
I was using the tip of my tongue on her clit now. Megan started to hyperventilate. I thought about the game my buddy and I played called Purple or Pink, where we keep tallies of the labial colors of girls we hooked up with (Megan was a purple). That might have been what I was thinking about when she ventilated out some loud shit and sucked in her stomach against my hand and bucked her thighs around my head.
You’ve got to understand: I could not hear anything. Ever had an eighteen year-old girl’s thighs suffocating your head? Well it’s a combination of porn movie, and twisted horror movie death. I felt some prickles coming in. Of course I kept licking. Faster, really. During the actual “height” of things she sort of twisted upward enough for me to mostly tongue her skin. Also I could not hear shit. Her thighs were blocking out everything. Wait, did I mention that yet? The neighbors were probably getting an audio porn show. Maybe they recorded it. I’ve never asked.
Megan finally released me at some point. I felt the fresh air hit my face. I did get sort of strangulated at some point. I probably did lose a few brain cells. We were catching our breath. Her face was dark pink that looked like pooled in her lower cheeks. I knew she wanted what I wanted. But there was just one thing about that:
Fuck. Condoms.
Yeah, that thing. I seriously hate condoms. You see, ever since randomly raw dogging this one girl on my birthday back in the fall, I had made a resolution to go my last teenage year without ever using one. So then I met Kat, and we were on the same page about that shit. Then I had other girls during our other “breaks” and by now had gotten decent at convincing girls to let me go bare if they didn’t want that already. This is how things proceeded with Megan: she was sitting up, I was lying down. I sat up and kissed her. Brushed her hair away from her face. I told her how special she was, how much I’d been looking forward to going out with her, how I felt different around her than around other girls…the works.
“Oh yeah, and I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh thank Jesus! My ex boyfriend never had unprotected sex with me because he was such a prude! Adam! Code Pink! Now!”
Actually, that isn’t quite how it happened. But after I told her about how much better it felt, and how I only wanted to do this with really special people, she did consent. I was laying one hand on her cheek the whole time, looking at her the whole time. She just told me to “be careful.”
(Spoiler: I wasn’t “careful”).
So a few minutes later, I’m hitting it raw. For like the million-twelfth time in the last few months. We’re under her sheets – her preference. For the time being, I’m taking it steady. I’m on top, moving slowly in and out of Megan’s surprisingly tight pussy. We look into each other’s faces. I hear a buzzing sound on the sheets behind our feet. It doesn’t stop. It’s my phone.
Can you guess who it is?
I’ll wait.
If you guessed Kat, then ding ding ding. You’re correct. I didn’t have to look at my phone to know it. I just knew. But I was sort of tied up at the moment, right?
Megan looked to the side, distracted by the buzzing. I had to win her back from this douchebag phone who was stealing my girl. The only way I knew how to do that was rougher sex. I turned it up a notch. I nudged her head on the pillow and told her to concentrate on me. She did. I moved faster. The sound of bedsprings and sheets jostling. I lifted up one of her legs and the sheets peeled off her leg like a miniature wave. I spread her leg to about two-o-clock and got more traction that way. At some point Megan closed her eyes and kept her mouth open and got into it. At some point the buzzing stopped. I was going pretty fast by now. My motion was making her blurry, but I could still tell that her eyes were closed and and still hear all the girl noises. Sometimes when I rammed real hard she winced. Was I hitting her cervix? Probable.
It was a lot of effort to hold myself back from splooging. But I did it for at least a few minutes. During the last minute and a half (I’m estimating) of those few minutes Megan started saying “yes” a lot. I whispered in to her ear;
“Can I cum inside you?”
“…Yes (squeaksqueaksqueak, pant pant).”
So I took that as a, uh, Yes. In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t exactly an answer to my question. In any case I nutted inside her and didn’t even attempt to pull out. I made some pretty gross mouth-noises. I could tell by the way her eyes snapped open wide as fuck that nobody had ever cum inside her before.
When it was over, Megan got a little freaked. She ran to the bathroom and I heard water running. I lay on her bed and felt my cock limping. I started to feel a little awkward. Coming down from the rush of fucking can make you feel awkward. Or is it just me?
I decided to call Kat. I put my boxers back on and that was about it. I stepped into the hallway, leaving the door cracked in case Megan decided to have sex with me again.
I was just a little tipsy. Kat was fucking trashed. She was at a party at her friend Renata’s apartment. There was a lot of background noise when she picked up. I wasn’t even sure if her butt had coincidentally accepted the call at first while she obliviously did something stupid, it was that hard to hear her. At some point we started having a conversation. She was drunk, paranoid, and sad. This creepy neckbeard-y dude we both sort of knew had been hitting on her earlier. She wasn’t into it. She wanted to see me now.
I tried coming up with some excuse. I said I was still at my friend’s party, I was feeling tired. She saw right through it. She did the thing where she played the victim card. It’s fine, you don’t give a shit about me anyway, I’m just drunk and stupid right now. All that self-absorbed psycho bullshit. I suppose that was why we both liked each other.
I told her okay, I’d be over in about a half hour. By this point I’d realized that I could actually get laid again that night. That had helped persuade me. I went back into Megan’s room. I might someday forget the look on her face when I came inside her. I won’t ever forget the look on her face right then. She was wearing her underwear and a black and white t-shirt I’d never seen before and she was PISSED. I seem to remember her hair being all messed up.
“Who was that? Are you seeing somebody? What’s going on?”
That’s a summary of what her questions were like. I brushed them off a little. I got dressed and told her sorry we couldn’t hang out for longer, shoot me a text (I never tell girls I’ll text them). I left with her face getting redder and not in the way that it had been getting redder twenty minutes before. I made sure to get to the first floor before I took a long drink of water from the water fountain and rinsed whatever taste of vagina might be in there out of there. I texted Dirk, the friend whose party we’d been to that I’d fucked the girl I’d brought and was it wrong if I fucked Kat, like, immediately after? He responded that he thought Kat and I were done.
When I arrived at Renata’s house it was about 2:00 AM and everything had already died down. Most people had left, including Neckbeard McCreepo. Kat was, hallelujah, in a good mood. She hugged me and kissed me and tasted not a thing! Her eyeshade looked a little runny, but otherwise she looked even sexier than normal. I was actually glad to see her, and she was actually glad to see me. She had black hair – her actual natural hair color – and pale skin. She’d been bulimic up until college. She always smelled of cigarettes. She was also a Wiccan goth in high school, but I don’t think she’d completely given all that up. Like I said, her maturity level was a little low.
We cuddled on the couch and drank from her bottle of vodka. Renata and her boyfriend Joe were there, too. When they decided to go to bed Kat and I pulled out the couch bed and got busy right away. We’d fucked on this exact couch-bed multiple times already. Renata knew exactly what was up and did not care.
First we rolled around for a while and made out. We gradually undressed each other. Then I kissed her down her tits and stomach and went down on her. I hadn’t eaten any pussy in, what was it, two hours? I was probably having withdrawal symptoms. I lay on my chest and took things steady between her legs. I think her socks were still on, which is a little weird. I was much more romantic with her. She was my girl after all. She was much hairier than Megan; ergo, my theory from earlier. She panted and touched my head but didn’t claw it like Megan. Not that time. Once I’d been doing that for about ten minutes and she’d gotten to a certain point, I pulled away. Time for level two. This was our normal routine, pretty much.
But then she surprised me. She took my shirt right off and pulled my pants down. She went down with my pants. She kneeled in a borderline fetal position on the bed and started sucking my dick. This was weird, because, see, I don’t even like blowjobs. (Don’t look at me that way! I just think they’re boring.) Kat knew this, but she just wanted to change my mind in that moment, I guess, because I’d gone down on her many times, I guess, and felt like she owed it to me, I guess.
But that’s also when everything went to shit.
Why, you ask?
Because she tasted Megan’s vagina on my cock! That’s how!
I remember it pretty clearly. She removed her mouth from my shaft and put a hand to her mouth like she was going to boot and said,
“Adam, what the fuck is that?”
At first, I had genuinely no idea what she was talking about. And I told her so. I guided her head back down. Then I was like “Oooooohhhhh.” Almost literally, as I felt her lips saliva-sliding on my junk, just a long, loud “Ooooohhhhh.” Except it was in my head.
She whipped upward again. This time she gagged a little. She said,
“Oh my God.”
She ran for the bathroom. I spent the next couple minutes listening to her over-dramatically hack up the residue of another girl’s pussy. She got very dramatic about everything, Kat. She made it sound like it was poisoning her. Then she walked back in to the bedroom, completely naked, looking ready to beat the shit out of me. I said nothing. She pushed me over on the bed. She slapped me twice, hard. She got up in my face and she was crying while she whisper-screamed at me everything that was wrong with me and what she wished upon me. I was sick, I was an immature, cowardly little boy, I needed help, she hoped I died tomorrow, we were done. All that in a nutshell. She sat on the edge of the bed and sobbed in to her hands. I tried touching her shoulder to talk things through and she swatted my hand away.
I sat there, watching her, feeling kind of terrible.
But Kat is full of surprises. She sat up straight like she was making a decision to murder me after all. She did a thing where she shook her hair as if preparing for an appearance on stage. She climbed on top of me and guided me inside her and held my arms down and hate fucked me. Just like that.
It was dark. Just moonlight and not much of it. While she rode me I concentrated on her tits. She has beautiful, bouncy tits. I didn’t want to look at her face because I worried she might still be crying. Not that she sounded like she was crying. First it was a lot of panting, then yelping, then a combination of the two. All the stuff she normally did, except this time she ended up going berserk. She would not let me touch her at first. It was only when she was, like, screaming and most definitely waking up Renata and Joe that she released her grip on my arms. I cupped my hands around her waist and levered her up and down.
The liquor had paid off; I didn’t have to cum yet. I bounced her and kept watching her tits while she really lost it. She squeezed my sides with her legs and I felt her suddenly go from basic wet to swamp wet. And I felt just a little closer myself. So I rammed her a few times, a few times more. At last I nutted inside her and had a major freak out of an orgasm myself. I wasn’t as loud though.
When it was over, we collapsed. I wonder if she passed out while I was still inside her. Anyway, I want to say I fell asleep immediately, because I was woken up, violently, by both her and Renata at like 5:00 in the morning. They were kicking me out. Kat reiterated that we were done and that she never wanted to see me again. I put on my boxers and pants. Renata told me if I ever came near her best friend, I was going to have to deal with her first. I got the drift. I put on my shirt and jacket and left.
I only realized that I was underdressed for the cold while walking back across campus with nobody around in the dark. You couldn’t see the sun yet. I could feel my boxers sticking to my cock. I would let the guilt come later, for the time being I felt great. I got back to my dorm, took a swig of vodka, laughed about how I wasn’t even old enough to drink yet, cried a little, and fell asleep. I didn’t get laid for more than a week.