The year was 1986, and I was a graduating college senior with about two months to go before I crossed the stage to receive my degree.
I was a member of a popular fraternity on campus and knew a lot of young women in the Greek system. One sorority had a “blind date” dance every year, generally the Saturday before spring break. It was simple, a girl would write down the names of three guys she wanted to go to the dance with, and then one of the dance committee members from the sorority would give the guy an “invitation.” Most girls went with their first choice, and a few with their “Plan B” guys.
In our weekly meeting, all the guys who were invited raised our hands and we had about twenty guys who would be attending. None of us knew our dates, except maybe the five guys in relationships with a girl from the AXO sorority. Naturally, the other guys were speculating who might have invited us to the dance.
I had three girls that I thought might be my date. I accepted the invitation figuring there would be a lot of my “frat bros” in attendance, so I’d have a good time partying with them, plus the girls I knew in the sorority.
The event was a simple dance and open bar, no dinner, which started at 8 pm and would end at midnight. It was being held at a large apartment complex clubhouse near campus. The invitation said we must be there between 8:00 pm and 8:15 pm, and that our dates would be revealed promptly at 8:30 pm. I arrived and was surprised to learn that it was just us guys in the large main room while the girls were in a smaller adjoining room. At 8:30 pm the girls would come out in groups of three and walk around the room until finally introducing themselves to their dates.
Several groups of girls had come out, including two of the girls I had hoped to be my date, when three more girls were mingling through the guys. I was not surprised to see a red-headed young woman come straight toward me. It was Sarah, the girl who had a crush on me.
I knew Sarah as we’d talked at other parties or in the quad, but she wasn’t my type. She was a little overweight, with fair skin, a few freckles, and medium red hair. She was only five-three tall, probably a size 10, and average in the attractive category. She wasn’t ugly, but just average.
In high school, and the first two years of college, I was a bit shy but had busted out of my shell the past few years. I was more outgoing and talked to more girls, but did not have much “game” with the ladies. At this point, I slept with five girls, three of them only once each.
“Scott, I’m your date tonight,” Sarah said. “I look forward to a fun night.”
I smiled and told her, “I thought you might be my date. Let’s have a good time!”
The night went as planned, we danced, drank, and went outside twice for some quick kissing. Sarah had big full boobs due to her chubby body, probably 36DD in size, and I hoped to get to play with those fun bags.
I was responsible for taking Sarah home, per the invitation. I told her I’d take her to my apartment for some “fun,” but my roommate and his girlfriend were there. She instantly said we could go to her dorm room for a bit.
I thought to myself, “For a bit. She’s already jammed her tongue down my throat twice. We’ll be making out for at least an hour.”
We walked to my car and drove the short distance back to campus and to her dorm. When she unlocked her door, she pulled out a “Do Not Disturb” sign from a hotel.
“Really?” I said laughing.
Sarah looked at me, “Hey, it’s better than a sock on the doorknob.”
Once inside her dorm room, we were on her bed in full make-out mode. After a minute I sat up and took off my sport coat and tie. “Let’s have some fun,” I said.
“Take off your shirt,” she said.
I pushed all my chips in, telling her, “If you take off your dress.”
“OK, but I’m leaving on my panties,” Sarah said seriously.
I quickly untied my dress shoes, took off my shoes and socks, stood up, and took off my khaki chinos. As I stripped down to my tighty-whities (hey, it was 1986) I watched Sarah unzip her dress and slowly take off her bra. She held up her arms in front of her big boobs, smiled at me, and then rubbed both at the same time. It was the first time I watched a woman rub her tits, and it turned me on. “Do that again,” I asked her. This time she lifted her milk melons and jiggled her tata’s before rubbing her tits and rolling her nipples between her fingers. My cock was tenting my briefs.
I grabbed her and pulled her back down on the bed and we locked our lips again. Our tongues were aggressively battling in our mouths. Slowly I moved one hand to her boob and lightly squeezed. The second squeeze was a bit firmer, causing Sarah to moan into my mouth. I squeezed her breast a third time with a strong manly grope.
My cock was now rock hard from kissing and playing with her breast, so I reached down to adjust my manhood. Sarah giggled, “I can do that.” She put her hand over my cock and started rubbing and lightly squeezing my shaft, causing my cock to twitch. Her hand moved under the elastic waistband and slowly, and lightly, stroked my throbbing dick.
“Ooh, man that feels good,” I moaned
After maybe twenty seconds Sarah used both hands and pulled my briefs down my legs, and I helped take them off past my ankles. She looked at me seriously, and told me, “Don’t cum in my mouth.”
She licked my shaft and then swallowed my six inches. Sarah bobbed up and down a few times, stroked me a few more times, and I knew I was going to orgasm soon.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” I whispered.
“Good,” she said with a devilish grin as she stroked me faster and firmer.
“Does she want me to cum in her mouth?” I wondered.
As she resumed sucking my cock I slowly thrust my hips off the bed as I watched the redhead give me head. Ten seconds later I knew I was about to have an orgasm. I thrust my hips off the mattress and shoved her head down on my one-eye spitting snake.
I shot blast after blast of cum down her throat and in her mouth. Sarah’s eyes widened and she gagged on the volume of my warm man milk. In trying to catch her breath she swallowed my jizz. My cock oozed more spunk on my stomach and the hand she still had wrapped around my still rock-hard shaft.
“I told you not to cum in my mouth!” she whimpered like a child. “I’ve never done that before.” She jumped off the bed and ran into the shared bathroom between the two dorm rooms. I heard the sink water running, and the sound of her spitting, and then she returned with a wet washcloth and cleaned up the cum off my lower stomach.
“When you said ‘good’ I thought that meant I could cum in your mouth. I’m sorry,” I said, not meaning a single word of it. It felt great to cum in a girl’s mouth and empty my balls. “Lie down.”
My focus turned to Sarah and how I wanted to return the favor. I hoped she’d let me eat her pussy, but I hadn’t even taken her bikini panties off yet. Once she lay down we kissed passionately. I wanted to reignite the fire that burned so hot and bright only minutes ago.
As I kissed up and down her neck, I sucked on her earlobe and then whispered, “Take off your panties. I want to eat your pussy. May I?” I asked her.
She turned her head, looked at me, and said, “I’ve never had a guy eat me. I’m a virgin. I thought we were just going to make out and you’d play with my boobs.”
My mind spun. A virgin? OK, as I came back down to earth I recalled that she is only a nineteen-year-old sophomore. I need to reassure her. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise. We won’t fuck tonight, I don’t have a rubber. But I do want to lick you and get you off.”
Sarah pulled off her skivvies and tossed them on the floor. We snuggled up and returned to kissing. I kissed my way down her soft, milky white chest finding her soft full boobs. She had large light colored two-inch areolas with puffy pinkish nipples. As soon as I got my mouth on one, and lightly suckled, she gasped.
“Ohhhh, yes” she moaned.
As I sucked on her left breast my left hand massaged her right tit. I rolled that nipple between my fingers turning it from soft to hard. Her other nipple was now like a small pebble in my mouth. I playfully, and lightly, bit her left nipple. Sarah twitched and then moaned.
I moved to her right boob and kissed, licked, and sucked on her soft, yet firm, breast. Sarah was lightly moaning while I orally played with her titties. I decided now was the time, so I kissed my way south toward her virgin vagina.
We were limited being on a small dorm bed, but I made the best of a bad situation. I spread her legs easily, it was almost like she was waiting to throw open her legs, and I got a whiff of her musky scent. This prissy sorority bitch was in heat- she was wet and hot. I was surprised she was not howling at the full moon.
My left finger softly rubbed her folds, taking her temperature and checking the moisture level. I now had confirmation that she was wet and hot. My middle finger split her labia and went up and down feeling her juices begin to flow. On the third time, I slowly penetrated her love tunnel with half of my middle finger. The next time, I went as deep as I could, causing Sarah to moan loudly and grind her hips skyward.
I slid off the end of her single bed onto my knees, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her down so her ass was on the edge of the bed. She had a thick, untamed natural red bush, standard for the 80s. I used both hands to spread her bush away from her labia so I could see my dessert.
My head buried into her underbrush of pubes as I licked her swollen labia several times. The tip of my tongue dove deeper to taste the nectar from her virgin honey pot. As I licked back up, I circled her hooded pearl several times, encouraging it to come out and play. Once in full bloom, I flicked her pleasure nub lightly, causing Sarah to moan.
Her pussy was like a flowing river after a few minutes of licking, so I fingered her slit, getting my finger wet, before slowly inserting it deep into her treasure box. After several finger-bangs, I added a second finger. This, again, caused Sarah to moan. As my left hand fingered her, I reached up with my right and fondled her breast, and pinched and pulled on her nipple.
“Scott, I’m going to cum soon,” she whimpered. “Finger me harder and faster.”
I decided to use only one finger and started banging her cunt with my hand, as hard and as fast as I could. It was a good thing this 1960s dorm was built with cinderblock walls, because had it been drywall the girls next door would have heard Sarah as her moans were now loud. The moans were also very sexy.
My tongue couldn’t flick her clit easily with my hand in the way, so I used my other hand, specifically my thumb, to rub her engorged clit.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” Sarah exclaimed.
Her legs quivered first, and it went up her body. Her pussy walls clamped down on my finger and her lower torso muscles were spasming. Finally, her shoulders shivered.
“Let it go,” I told her. “Enjoy your orgasm.”
There was silence for about a minute. I had snuggled her on the bed, being the gentleman that I am, and was kissing her head.
“Holy shit. That was amazing,” she said. After a five-second pause, “I’ve never cum that hard before.”
We stayed in the spooning position for a few more minutes when she said something about the time. She explained she had a part-time job at a restaurant as a hostess and she needed to get to sleep to be there at 7:00 am.
“Will I see you at Willie’s for Monday Night Happy Hour?” she asked.
“Of course, Dave and I will be there,” I said.
**
Monday nights at Willie’s was almost like a “Greek only” event, with easily eighty percent of the students in a fraternity or sorority. My roommate, Dave, and I showed up late due to his girlfriend cooking us dinner. We went straight to the bar to get a beer and then started to mingle with various people.
As we moved about the room, I wasn’t specifically looking for Sarah, but I wasn’t trying to avoid her. I did not see her in the area of the bar where we were. After about thirty minutes one of her sorority sisters, Lisa, asked me, “Are you going to talk to Sarah tonight? Or are you blowing her off?”
“I haven’t seen her here yet. Why would I blow her off? I asked.
“She’s sitting at the far side of the bar. You can’t see her from here,” she said. “Please, go talk to her.”
As Lisa and I made our way through the crowd, she said Sarah thought we were “dating” because of the activity in her dorm room. I looked at Lisa and said, “Dating? What did she tell you? We didn’t fuck, but we did have fun.”
When I reached Sarah I could see tears in her eyes. I also noticed that Lisa disappeared into thin air. Sarah smiled when she saw me. “Hi,” she said weakly.
“Hi, Sarah. Why are you crying?” I asked.
“You haven’t talked to me since you left my dorm room Saturday night,” she told me.
“OK, but you worked Sunday morning, and we had class today. I don’t even have your phone number,” I admitted.
“You could have got my phone number from any girl in the sorority,” I know you’re good friends with Karen, Debbie, and Denise,” she replied.
“Why would I call you? I was your date for the dance, we had some fun back at your dorm, end of story.”
“Scott, I told you I was a virgin,” she said quietly.
“We didn’t fuck” I instantly replied in a whisper.
I could see the anger turning her fair complexion red. “That was the first time I’ve ever done those things. I thought we were dating,” she said, tears running down her face.
“Dating?” I said. “Think about it, I graduate in two months and will be moving. Why would I start a relationship?”
“So, you don’t want to date me?” she asked.
I furrowed my brows and told her sternly, “No.” I turned and walked away. We never spoke to her again.
THE END
