This happened quite a long time ago, and I wanted to commit this to writing for posterity. This is going to be a long story, with lots of background, build-up, and an epilogue.
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I was pretty nerdy in high school, with not much of a social life. I had dated a few times and gotten to make out with a few girls, but never having gone all the way, so I decided to reinvent myself when I got to college. I was doing well faking it 'til I was making it, going to parties & events, participating in study groups, hanging out with people in the dorms, etc.
I was getting on really well with a girl (I'll call her Kelly) from my dorm whom I met at a party. I was spending a lot of my time in her room along with her local girl commuter friend (I'll call her Stacy), trying to keep out of the friend zone. Most of the time, it was studying, watching TV, talking/flirting, cuddling. I was truly having a great time with the two girls, that is until Kelly's bitch roommate would come back to the room.
Jean was an incredibly hot 5'2" blonde sorority girl with a gymnast's body. I would've been drooling over her had it not been for her horrible bitchy personality. She seemed like she was perpetually irritated with everything and everyone.
One night, Kelly, Stacy, a few others from nearby rooms, and I were taking a break and watching TV in Kelly's room. Some were sitting on beds. I, along with others were sitting on the floor. Some time into the evening, Jean came back to the room, looking drop-dead gorgeous in a tight, plum colored cocktail dress that clung to every curve of her tight, petite body. She had returned from some sorority function still a little buzzed.
Ordinarily, she would give us a contemptuous look and leave, but tonight, she grabbed some things, went to the bathroom, then returned, wearing grey knit shorts and a white t-shirt. To me, she looked just as hot in those as she did dressed up.
I was very surprised when she sat down next to me, wiggling her firm, round ass, pushing me over, telling me to make some space for her, saying "this IS my room, you know." Not only was she not being a bitch, she was actually leaning against me, smelling so amazing- an intoxicating mix of perfume, sweat, and Bartles & Jaymes (the White Claw of so long ago) that I can still smell in my memory to this day.
Most everyone was focused on what was on TV, which I have no clue to this day what it was. However, every sense, every nerve in my being was focused on this beautiful creature next to me, with my mind utterly confused as to her nice, warm demeanor. Part of me didn't trust this sudden positive change in Jean, remembering how shitty she treated me, and everyone else in the dorm.
My rock-hard dick took charge at that point and decided just to go with it and not fuck it up.
I reached over, took her by the shoulders and moved her until she was sitting in front of me between my legs, both of us facing the TV. My face and my ears felt hot, my heart pounding through my chest as I fought to keep my breathing steady. I shifted from cheek to cheek to release my hard cock from being wedged against my leg. As it came to rest against Jean's back, I was certain she would move away. On the contrary, she leaned back into it, turned her head, let out a sexy, quiet, low moan, and whispered in my ear "Would you massage my shoulders?"
As I gently squeezed her athletic shoulders, still feeling the effects of her warmth and smell, I began to feel her rake her fingernails along my thighs- along the top at first, then moving to the inside. Fuuuuuuck! It felt so good I thought I was going to cum right then and there. My cock was throbbing, as a visible wet spot began to grow in front of my shorts.
"I'll be back. The washing machine must be done by now so I have to put my clothes in the dryer." Sooooooo glad it was dark in the room so no one could see the damp tent I had pitched in my shorts. As I left, I turned to see Jean follow me out, saying "I'll go with you to help." Not a word was spoken as we walked down three flights of stairs to the laundry room. I was pretty sure she was able to hear my heart pounding in my chest. I was absolutely sure she saw my raging hard-on straining to burst through the front of my shorts.
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As we entered the empty laundry room, I immediately lifted her onto one of the washing machines, parted her legs, drew myself into her inviting embrace, kissing her deeply. Her tongue parted my lips, grazed my teeth, and began to dance with mine. I felt her legs close behind me, her hands behind my head and upper back, pulling me in tighter. My hands explored her body, starting to squeeze her perky tits. As I rolled her firm little nipples with my thumb and forefinger, I could feel her moan into my mouth as we continued to kiss.
I began to remember how bitchy she was to me and the others in the dorm, and my rolling became more firm, as I began to pinch and pull. Her moans became yelps and squeals, then a more deeper moaning. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and started biting as she continued to moan, almost pleading for more.
Spoiler alert- I had no laundry to put in the dryer. I'm pretty sure she knew it too by that point.
I grabbed her by her tiny waist, picked her up off the washing machine, put her on the ground, took her by her hand and began to take her to my room nearby. As we resumed our passionate kissing and groping, I gave thanks for having a studious, nerdy roommate who spent so much time in the library quiet study room. In the flurry of reaching, unbuttoning, tearing off of clothes, one memory stands out to this day- the crotch of her white lace panties clinging to her pussy and the string of wetness stretching out as my thumbs pulled them down the curve of her hips.
As she lay back into my bed, arms behind my neck pulling me onto her, she gazed straight into my eyes with a wanton look of lust, tits beckoning, legs spreading, pussy glistening, saying "fuck me now."
As a young horny nerd, I had thoroughly researched every aspect of sex made available to me by my father's hidden porn collection. It was finally go time.
I followed her down, my cock so hard it was jutting straight out painfully, desperately yearning for the first plunge into a real pussy.
With no need for hands to guide, my head felt her warm lips part, then all of a sudden a I entered her fully, a surge of indescribable pleasure ran through my entire body as her pussy walls gripped my cock with that same warmth. "Fuuuuuuck!" Was the only thing I was able to verbalize at that moment.
I started fucking her slowly at first, afraid I'd cum right away as waves of pleasure rolled through me. I didn't want her to know it was my very first time having sex and mess it up somehow, giving her something else to bitch about. No, I was determined to give her a good dicking down. Even though her moans seemed like she was enjoying it, when I started to fuck her harder, they became more intense, with her locking her legs behind me, pulling me in, her nails raking my back, crying out "keep fucking me like that, keep fucking me like that, keep fucking me like that!"
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