First couple of days back in class I realized I didn’t have any friends with me. Needless to say I kept quiet, listened, took notes and checked out girls around the classroom. Typical college loner day, right?
I run into a buddy in cafeteria around lunch by-chance (texting wasn’t prevalent just yet), and we went over our classes and schedule. He implored me to come out to Pub Night on the Thursday since I was off Fridays. I told him I’d do it the following week. In-between that very point and Pub Night was quite interesting…
Got back into class on the Monday and noticed this cute red head sitting next to me, who had sat beside me the previous week. So I decided to strike up a conversation.
“Hi, I’m Dean. I don’t know anyone in this class and thought I’d introduce myself.”
“Hi I’m Christine. I saw you talking to my friend Rachel last week. Do you know her?”
Ah yes, Rachel. Almost a year earlier we began hooking up. Tall blond, now has a serious boyfriend.
“Yes! We had a bunch of classes last year.”
“Well Dean she said you’re great guy. When I recognized you today I thought I’d come sit with you. I don’t know anyone here either.”
This is good, I thought…
After class we started walking toward the cafeteria and discussed the topic from class. I realized she knew a few people I knew from the previous year. She then asked if I ever go to Pub Night. I told her I’d be there on the Thursday. She then invited me to a house nearby to pre-drink before attending. That was my cue to buy a 6-pack before Thursday.
I arrived and saw Rachel plus Ally, the other red head I hooked up with early in first year. I played it cool and just poured Molson Canadian while I struck up a few conversations. Christine came over with a bottle of vodka, glassy eyes and a seductive smile.
“DEAN!!!! Hey!”
She is buzzed. Not completely tanked but quite friendly and in the mood to dance. She wrapped her arm around mine. I knew right then and there to keep her attention as much as I could. Too many times in the past I had let a girl semi-drunk with ADD walk toward some other stiff looking to impress everyone with his bottle of Jack. I wasn’t there to be the life of the party; I was there to enhance the party.
We took a short mission walk to the pub – every drunk walk is a mission, right? We arrived and the dancing began. Christine grabbed me and we got lost in the crowd of college kids drunk, high and looking to party. Christine started grinding up on me, and my bulge was just screaming to be let out of my jeans. We danced for a while until she asked to go get a drink. I was intrigued when she asked for a sprite.
“Are you sure you just want a sprite?”
“Dean, I wanna take you to my dorm and fuck your brains out.”
Sprite it is! I don’t want this chick to pass out on me. I ordered a Coke and we quietly left the pub. I’m sure the security guy at the dorm knew me on the first-name basis because of all my previous visits. And I’m sure he was jealous that I was onto a 5″5, red headed freak. Except, I didn’t know she was a freak until we arrived to her room.
We immediately started kissing and groping one another. She had a nice little hurricane tongue and flickered inside my mouth. When I took off my shirt she pushed me onto her bed. I tried to take her shirt off but she protested.
“No, I want you to wait.”
Ok, this is getting hot. My Johnson needed to be out of my pants badly. She wasn’t allowing it. She held my arms over my head while she slowly kissed and sucked on my neck. She gave me a hickey that must’ve lasted a few weeks.
Everything she did to me was slow and deliberate.
“Rachel told me how great you are in-bed. When you introduced yourself I knew I wanted to see for myself.”
“I wanted you too”, I said.
“I’m gonna make you beg for it Dean. You will never forget me.”
She slowly strokes my penis, and in my head I want her to speed up the pace. Her gentle, yet firm grip along with her pacing was driving my crazy. She continue to kiss below my belly button. She teased sucking my cock. Every time her mouth got close she would pull her head back.
“Mmmm no. You’re not getting it!”
Holy fuck! My body was aching. I thought my eyes would blast out of my head. My body was tensing up. She was teasing the shit out of me. Her other hand was gently caressing my chest and stomach while she slowing stroked my rock hard cock. She nibbled on my ear and neck, whispering this:
“I want you to cum hard Dean. Right now. Tell me when you’re gonna cum.”
I started to scream out, and I unloaded spurts of semen as she worked my cock hard with both hands. My body was trembling. She seduced me into doing everything she wanted. I was her bitch in that moment. And it felt amazing.
“You do have a huge load of cum. Rachel wasn’t kidding!”
We cleaned things up and started kissing again. I wanted to fuck her so bad. After what just transpired, I had no problem getting hard again. This time I took over like an animal. I pulled her pants off and started fingering her vagina like it was the last time I would ever feel one. I wanted her to know how badly I wanted it.
I put on a condom and told her to turn around. I wanted to fuck her from behind so I could pull her hair, smack her ass and pump her senseless. I wanted her to feel it in the morning.
Our bodies were slapping together as she screamed for more. She climaxed quicker than I anticipated, her body shivering and trembling upon reaching orgasm. From a guy’s perspective there is something so fucking sexy about a girl’s reaction to reaching and achieving orgasm. And I was thirsty for more.
I turned her over and got right on-top of her. I wanted to look into her eyes while I pounded her wet pussy. We were sweating and tonguing one another while I hit it. Her legs were up in the air while her vagina practically begged for me to throttle it. I grabbed her left leg and tossed it onto my shoulder. Her eyes widened as the sensation floated through her body. It was as if I hit the bulls-eye. She came even harder about 10 seconds after I did that.
“Holy shit that felt good!”
I put the leg down and pounded her as fast and hard as I could. I knew I was reaching the point of no return. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as I reached orgasm. My cock spasm’ed and shot more ropes of cum inside the condom. She blew my fucking mind that night.
“So…I think we should do this more often.”
Amen! We hooked up the rest of the semester. The security guard did wind-up knowing my first name in the midst of my torrid sexual encounters with Christine. Summer came and we went our separate ways. We came back for more when we returned to school in September. Problem was, she conveniently forgot to tell me she was seeing someone else. I knew that because she found out she was pregnant. Couldn’t have been mine since the baby was conceived in August during summer break. I guess you could say I banged my first pregnant girl.
Before I move into the next College semester, I’ll tell you about my summer in the next story.
