Fucking a rival fan while her boyfriend's on the other side of the country

It's October, which means Halloween and playoff baseball, so I figured it's as good a time as any to tell the story of the first time I hooked up with my first college girlfriend.

It was my freshman year of college in 2013, and I was not adapting very well to being in a new state. No friends, not doing well in any classes, and just generally coasting through life. I had this one boring as hell political science course where the professor mostly just read news headlines for an hour then dismissed us, so I spent most of the classes scrolling through Reddit on my phone (yes, I've been here that long!). Honestly, I don't think I looked up from my phone long enough to be able to tell you what any of my classmates even looked like.

Halloween rolls around and I still had nothing going on. I was 3 states away from anyone I knew well enough to call a friend, so there really wasn't any parties to look forward to. As a result, I didn't feel the need to buy a costume or anything. Still, I wanted to break out of my rut, and dressing up as much as I could might at least lead me on the path to meeting someone. I decided to do a kind of lazy dress-up as a baseball player. I threw on a jersey and cap for my hometown team, the Los Angeles Dodgers. Hey, even if I had a chance to meet a fellow Dodger fan, that's at least an introduction! What I got was far worse.

As I was leaving that Poli Sci class, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a girl wearing a jersey and cap for our rivals, the San Francisco Giants.

"I think this means we should fight now," she said with a smile.

"Seeing how the season went, I think we'd both lose that fight," I joked back. "Are you actually from there, or just a bandwagon?"

"From San Jose," she responded, "and you?"

"Santa Barbara."

As it turned out, our next classes were in the same building on the opposite side of campus, so we walked with each other the rest of the way talking about baseball, how boring that class was, and Halloween.

"Are you going to any parties tonight?" she asked.

"Nope, I was just gonna stay home," I said.

"My housemates and I are having a party at our apartment off-campus. You should come," she said. "My name's Kayla, by the way."

And there it was. An invitation. We exchanged information and went our separate ways. I was smiling ear-to-ear the rest of the day. I questioned whether I should get a real costume or stick with what I was wearing, and decided to ride it out in the hopes she stayed in what she was wearing.

When I arrived at the address, one of her roommates answered the door.

"I'm sorry, who are you with?" she asked.

"Kayla invited me," I said.

The roommate turned around to find her and she shouted out, "Hey Kay, is this the guy you were talking about?" Kayla lit up when she saw me and ran over to greet me.

Thankfully she was wearing the same outfit as earlier, but with a major change. For classes she wore it traditionally like a regular button-up shirt. For the party she had the bottom of the jersey tied up to show off her belly and the top unbuttoned to show her cleavage. She had her long brown hair draped down under the hat with eye black covering her pale cheeks and red lipstick. She was a tall girl, probably around 5'9"-5'10", on the thin side, with small tits pushed tightly together to show off under the jersey.

She introduced me to her roommate and brought me to the kitchen to grab a drink. Because we were all 18-19 years old, I'll say we were drinking... lemonade. At the time I wasn't a big lemonade drinker, so I nursed it slowly. As people poured into the party, Kayla had more people to greet, food to put out, and things to get set up, so I spent most of the first hour or so meeting the other party-goers. We went to school in Tennessee and knowledge of Californian baseball rivalries wasn't something everyone was incredibly well-versed in, so I filled them in on why the two of us should hate each other with fiery passion.

"It must be nice to at least find someone to relate to about that kind of stuff out here, though," one guy said. Yeah, it was nice.

As the night wore on, I found Kayla alone and went back up to talk to her.

"Great party, thanks for inviting me," I told her.

"I'm so glad you came!" she said. "I've wanted to introduce myself all year but you always look so busy."

"I can tell you I am absolutely not busy at all," I said, "but it's a great coincidence we were able to find each other this way."

We kept talking and played some lemonade pong against one another. I don't even really remember who won, but that didn't really matter.

The song changed to something fun, I don't remember what it was, but it made her start to dance in place. "C'mon, dance with me," she said.

I had had enough lemonade at this point to have broken out of my shell enough to start dancing right there with her in the middle of their living room. I put my hands on her waist and she got in close to me. There were a few times when we got fairly close to kissing, and even once she playfully encouraged me to slap her ass, which I did. There was passion, but also some hesitance. One of her friends tapped her on the shoulder and pulled her away. I sipped my lemonade and watched them having what looked like a fairly serious conversation. Her friend eventually walked away, leaving Kayla looking frustrated. I approached and asked her what was wrong.

"Look, I have to be honest with you. I have a boyfriend back home." I think she saw the shock on my face because she followed it up with, "Don't worry, it's an open relationship, like we can see other people casually. I wasn't sure how to tell you put Stacie's right, I should be upfront about it. I hope that doesn't dampen the mood?"

I thought about it for a moment. The idea of an open relationship wasn't something I was fully familiar with at the time, but I understood the concept. "Sounds like there isn't an issue then, if it's open."

"Stacie doesn't approve, she thinks he only asked for it to cover an affair, but if he's having fun, I want to too." Turns out, her friend was more right than she knew at the time.

"C'mon, let's dance," I said, pulling her back into the middle of the room. We danced until the song finished, and started panting from the workout when we stopped.

"Which one's your room? I feel like I need to lay down," I said. The lemonade had emboldened me. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes to look at me with a smirk.

"Back this way," she finally said. She guided me back to a closed door, knocked, then entered when there was no reply. "Can never be too sure," she said.

The room was fairly messy, it looked like they had possibly been using it as storage for some stuff that was usually out in the open. She apologized and started cleaning junk off the bed. We sat down at the edge of the bed sipping lemonade and chatting some more. At one point, I leaned in to kiss her only to be blocked by the brims of our hats.

"I'm not taking it off unless you are," I said. We both slowly removed the hats in sync with each other, and threw them to the other side of the bed. I put my hand around the side of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. We made out on the bed for a few minutes until she suddenly threw up her finger as if she'd just remembered something. She got up off the bed and I positioned myself to be laying down when she got back. She walked over to the door and locked it, then climbed back on the bed.

I lifted my head to see her throw one leg over me and kneel down so she was straddling me at my waist. She untied and unbuttoned her jersey so she wore it open and loose, exposing her bra. We worked together to unbutton my jersey, followed by my pants. I pulled them down and my cock sprang out.

"Oh shit," she said.

"Good way or bad way?"

"Not sure yet."

She kissed my cock and licked the head before putting it in her mouth. I moaned to let her know she was doing a good job. Neither of us were particularly experienced at this point in our lives, but I know what feels good and that felt great. After some time working on it, she lifted her head to look at me with a soft smile while she stroked it.

"My turn," I said. We switched places, pulling her pants down as well in the process. I put my head between her legs and went right at it. She moaned loudly with both hands tangled in my hair. I could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second until it came time for me to poke my head up.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yes, fuck yes," she said, nodding her head enthusiastically. I got up, knelt over her, and paused. She stared up at my cock hanging over her, waiting patiently to feel it penetrate her. I remained paused.

"I don't have a fucking condom," I finally said. What a fucking buzzkill. She propped herself up on her elbows and thought for a moment.

"My roommate might have one, I'll go steal one from her." She slipped her pants back on, held her shirt closed, and left the room for a few minutes. She snuck back into the room and displayed a little package. I slipped one on. It was a little tight, but I wasn't incredibly worried.

She jumped back on the bed and laid down beside me. I leaned over and kissed her again, taking her bra off this time to let her tits out. She had a perfect little pink pussy surrounded by a neatly trimmed bush of light brown hair. I grabbed my cock and moved it between her legs. I spread her lips apart and slid in. Her arousal had worn off a bit from running around looking for a condom, so entering her wasn't as smooth as it probably should've been.

I pushed my way in a little at a time while she rubbed herself to get things going. I could feel her slowly stretching around me as my cock filled her pussy. She scrunched her face, threw her head to the side, and let out a moan. I leaned in close to her until our bodies were touching and started thrusting my hips back-and-forth, sliding my cock along with it. She was tight, making it hard for me to go too fast.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," I said.

"You feel better."

I gave her a kiss while continuing to thrust inside of her. Looking over at our hats still laying on the other side of the bed, I had a fiendish idea. I grabbed my hat and put it on her head.

"Please tell me that's mine," she said.

"Just close your eyes."

She looked over and saw her hat still sitting on the pillow. She reached over and tried putting it on my head but I successfully dodged it the first couple times before she finally was able to fit it on. We laughed about it.

"You can never tell anyone about this," I said.

"Oh hell no," she said, "but honestly this is doing it for me."

I looked down at her wearing my hat. "Oddly enough, me too."

I leaned down to kiss her, pushing our hats off our heads with the brims until I was able to get all the way down. Our bodies rubbed together in a sweaty mess as I thrust inside her.

It didn't take much longer than that for me to feel my cock start to swell. That's when I felt a little snap. Oh shit, the condom broke right as I was about to finish. I pulled out and stroked my half-covered cock until I shot my cum all over her stomach and chest while she smiled and laughed. She scooped some up off her tits with her finger and stuck it in her mouth to get a taste, then laughed some more.

It was at this moment we realized we forgot something incredibly important: when Kayla had left the room to check for a condom, she forgot to lock the door when she came back. We realized this when one of her friends opened the door looking for the restroom and got a full view of my still-hard cock and Kayla covered in my cum.

"Oh shit, sorry," she stammered, then slammed the door shut behind her.

My heart was racing and I started to freak out, but Kayla just laughed. I locked the door and got back on the bed with her so we could cuddle and talk some more.

We continued hooking up throughout the semester, and I got close with her friend group. Kayla and her boyfriend broke up over the break when his friend spilled the beans to her that he had started seeing his "friend with benefits" prior to opening their relationship, and we dated formally for the rest of the time I was at school in Tennessee until I transferred home to California. From time to time we'd make bets with each other where the loser had to wear the winner's team's gear during sex. The Giants won the World Series a year later, which sucked for me. We were long broken up by the time the Dodgers won, so all I got was a DM saying congratulations!