Disclaimers: First submission, so I appreciate feedback. very long, almost to a fault, I just love a good story and don’t like leaving out the details.
This particular night was a few months into my freshman year at university. It was past midnight, and It must have been winter cause I remember slipping on some fresh snow as I approached the front door of my dorm. Admittedly this may have been due to how inebriated I was more than the snow. I had been out drinking and smoking with some friends and had managed to find my way back to my dorm successfully. I distinctly remember slipping, catching myself, and then fumbling for my student ID for a few moments so I could scan myself into the building because by the time I had finally accomplished all of this, I noticed someone approaching in the reflection of the glass door. I didn’t recognize who it was at first, just a silhouette in the dark winter night. My Midwestern instincts kicked in and I stopped to hold the door open for them. In the last few steps to the door the light finally illuminated them and I realized the person approaching, was in fact the absolute knock out who lived on the same floor as me in the dorm.
Her body was not outstanding per say. She was in shape no doubt, 5’6″ with great curves, a full round ass, and a nice set of B cups that suited her. Nothing drastic, or disproportionate, she was built like a real woman. The thing that lifted her above the rest, into true knock out status, was her skin. She was half Indian (India) half white, and she had this gorgeous caramel colored skin. It practically glimmered in the right lighting, every inch of it almost artificially smooth. If she were a model, they wouldn’t even have to bother air brushing it. I was not particularly attracted to skin, that is to say, its not something I actively thought about or looked for in a woman, but on this girl it stood out so much it changed my whole perspective. On top of that she had these stunning big brown eyes and a smile that would stop you in your tracks. Kind of asymmetric in an endearing way, it showcased her one dimple on the left side of her face. She had movie star white teeth that contrasted fantastically with her darker complexion.
Her silky, wavy, jet black hair was adorned with a few fresh flakes of snow that actually fucking sparkled in the low light outside the dorm. Normally at this point all of the OH MY GOD ITS A BEAUTIFUL GIRL warning lights and alarms would go off in my brain and I would shy away from any further conversation. I am not a distinctly attractive man, but probably above average. 5’11″ with a good enough build that I can pull of a tank top but by no means ripped. Short brown hair, blue eyes, pretty standard overall. I have a good enough idea of where I fit in the game and never go after the 9’s and 10’s because they tend not to pay attention to me.
Not tonight.
As I held the door for her she flashed me a bit of that award winning smile and gave me a polite “thanks”. As she crossed the threshold I got another look at her rockin’ booty and that, along with the liquor in my system, seemed to galvanize my courage. I caught up to her on our way to the elevator and struck up a conversation.
“Hey, don’t you live on 6th floor?”
“Ya, you do too right?”
“Yup, I’m Chris”
“Amanda,”
At this she reached her hand out to shake, I gladly reciprocated and got to experience her wonderful skin for the first time. So smooth it would make babies jealous. I swear she must have moisturized every inch of it twice a day.
“So whats keeping you out so late tonight?” I asked. I got another quick flash of that dynamite smile as she responded. We continued with some light small talk till we arrived at our floor, and said a polite goodbye as we parted ways to our respective rooms on opposite sides of the floor. I was happy to have introduced myself without completely blowing it, and still being pretty drunk and high I decided I didn’t want to go to bed yet. I ditched my coat and gloves and went out to lounge to see if anyone else was still up.
As fate would have it, there were three people still up this late, a friend named Thomas I had met that lived two doors down from me, another girl up late studying, and this one fucking guy Dave. On the surface dave looked like your average geeky guy that you would hate to make fun of for his buck teeth and glasses. Probably had a rough time in high school. Then you got to know him and realize that deep down, he was a huge asshole, and prejudiced to boot. However he seemed absorbed in his laptop so I figured I wouldn’t have to talk to him and sat down next to Thomas. Not more than 15 seconds after I sit down, the door to the lounge opens and in walks, you guessed it, Amanda.
I tried the hardest I possibly could to remain calm on the surface while my insides were doing jumping jacks. Under her long winter parka she had been hiding a cute little orange tank top and skin tight jeans that displayed here curves spectacularly. She said hello to everyone then came over and sat across from me and Thomas. She joined our conversation and we ended up talking for quite a while. The booze lowering my inhibitions, and Thomas providing a healthy dose of wingman allowed things to go pretty smoothly. At some point Dave joined in as well, but I was still buzzed and in a pretty good mood so I didn’t mind much. Thomas and I were talking about what we were up to that night, and how we had been out drinking and whatnot when Amanda cut in:
“Ugh, I’m so jealous, All the people I have met here so far are in the Honors program with me and never go out on weekends.” I saw my opportunity and took a leap of faith.
“Well I’d be happy to bring you along sometime, I’m from around here so a bunch of kids from my high school go here. I can usually find a few people to get trashed with”
“Sounds like fun to me.” a car handjobs small laugh and another dose of smile, this was it, do or die.
“Yeah, you should let me get your number.”
“Sure.” I did my absolute best to keep it cool as she typed her info into my phone, Thomas gave me a knowing glance.
We continued to talk for a while, eventually Thomas went back to his room and the other girl who was studying left as well. It was down to Amanda, Dave, and Myself, and Dave was showing no signs of retreating anytime soon. He was known to stay in the lounge practically all night sometimes working on homework or doing random things on his computer. I wasn’t going to make any bold moves with him around. Immensely satisfied with having gotten this girls number, and starting to feel tired I decided to call it quits for the night and head back to my room. I gave it one last shot as I left figuring it couldn’t harm much. I said I was going to go watch netflix in my room and offered for the others to join me if they wanted. They both said maybe and I realized that Dave seriously thought this invite was directed towards him as well. I said goodnight and headed back. As I closed the door to my room I got a small tinge of doubt. You should have stuck it out, she was into you! Nah, I don’t want to come on too strong and ruin it. Why? its not like you want a relationship. Yeah but still. Just go for it! The alcohol left in my system got the better of me as I unlocked my phone. I found Amanda and typed out a text, giving my room number and gently repeating my offer, taking care about trying to make it seem laid back. I took a deep breath and hit send.
You blew it, shes gonna think you’re a creep.
Its fine, netflix is a harmless suggestion.
At 2 a.m. in your room?
Fuck.
This went on for an agonizing couple of minutes until she responded:
“sure, I’m making microwave mac and cheese so I’ll be over in a few minutes ;)”
I practically fainted on the spot, but eventually got a hold of myself and scrambled around for a minute throwing clothes in the hamper and making sure my hair looked alright. I left my door open and turned on the TV, sat down on the futon and started browsing netflix trying not to look tense as I glanced between the door and my phone every five seconds. Then the worst possible thing happened.
Fucking Dave walked into the room like he was actually going to watch netflix with me. I went panic mode and tried to think of a solution. He did not sit down on the futon, merely leaned against a dresser so I figured I could still get him out the door. I instantly launched into feigning tiredness, yawning, stretching, the whole bit. I explained how I felt tired now and was probably going to pass out soon, but Dave just fucking stood there looking as clueless as ever. After about 45 excruciating seconds he finally walked out and went to his room across the hall.
Thank you god.
Not five seconds after I hear his door close I hear another door open, the door to my wing of the floor. Amanda appeared in the frame of the my door wrapped in a blanket and carrying her mac and cheese. I welcomed her in and closed and locked the door behind me. The moment I did I gained a surprising amount of confidence. It hit me, she was here, in my room, this was gonna happen. She was mostly covered, but through a gap in the blanket I could see that she had ditched the jeans, and was now sporting a pair of daringly short spandex booty shorts.
What a tease.
My pants stirred a bit and I got a familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach but I hid these reactions as we sat down on the futon. I put my arm around her and she threw her blanket over me. I picked a comedy show to keep the mood light, just stalling long enough for her to finish her food. She set down the empty bowl and I readied myself to make my move.
Her head was on my shoulder, I reached down and pulled her chin up towards mine and we locked into a deep and slow kiss. I sat back against the futon as she sat up and straddled my lap. Her lips took after her skin, and were amazingly soft. We started slowly, taking turns darting our tongues in and out of each others mouths. My hands found a suitable home on her hips as I sucked a bit on her bottom lip. She paused to kiss my neck, and moved on nibble on my ear. This sent me into overdrive. I figured out a while ago that I have pretty sensitive ears, and go nuts whenever girls lick or bite them gently. Even a ear lobe massage will get me going. So when she made the move to my ears it was almost too much for me. I let out a soft groan of pleasure and she noticed. She continued, licking up and down the outline of my ear, and then switching to the other. At this point my cock was very stiff. She felt this and spread her legs more to get in closer to me.
And then she paused for a minute. She stopped kissing me for a moment to explain that she was a virgin and didn’t want to have sex, but was fine with everything else, I agreed explaining how I was also a virgin, and things quickly got back to right where we left off. We started to grind slowly as we made out, her barely-there booty shorts giving her plenty of sensation. Her breath got slightly heavier and she bit down on my lower lip. we started to grind harder and harder. I moved my hands down to her sensational ass (because at this point everything about this girl was flawless to me) and grabbed hold to force her up against me.
We were both really into it, but the angle of the futon made it more difficult than I wanted it to be to really grind my cock into her. I am normally not one to make the all the moves in the bedroom, but actually managing to bring a girl back to my room made me feel more confident than I had in weeks. I quickly stood up, keeping hold of her ass and picking her up with me. She reacted and wrapped her arms around my neck as I pushed her up against the opposite wall, holding her up momentarily, then setting her down. I could tell she was into this little bit of rougher play so I grinded against her hard, pushing her ass into the wall as her back arched slightly. With my hands on her ribs just below her breasts I moved down and kissed her neck, alternating between kissing and licking. As I lightly bit her neck she let out her first audible moan of the night. A slight “hmm” that let me know I was on the right track. I cupped her tits for the first time and they were sensational. Just a light tank top and a bra between me and them, I hungered for more.
I slipped the straps of her tank top and bra off her shoulders and she removed her arms from them, She took advantage of the pause to push me back a bit and pull at my shirt, I happily obliged, and after removing it completely she gave me this sultry look. “Do me” eyes if I’ve ever seen them. I had never felt so turned on as I approached her. I did my best to unclasp her bra quickly and pulled her shirt up over her head. Her tits were magnificent. Her perfectly smooth skin lighted softly by the LED’s from the TV, I practically melted on the spot. I went to work right away cupping, licking, sucking all over them, giving the slightest of pinches to her stiff nipples. I could tell this was really driving her wild, her moans becoming more pronounced. I moved a hand down and rubbed it up along the inside of her thigh getting closer and closer each time. Eventually my fingers found their way to her pussy. I could feel her wetness through her shorts and it made my rock hard dick positively scream to get out of my jeans. After rubbing her clit momentarily she realized this and quickly, with a surprising amount of strength for being much smaller, turned me around so my back was against the wall. She unbuttoned my pants with a hungry look in her eye. She dropped my jeans and my clearly erect penis was hidden only by my boxers. She practically ripped them off me and pushed me back up against the wall as she started to stroke my absolutely rock hard dick. I groaned with appreciation as she moved her other hand to cup and gently squeeze my balls. I was loving every part of this, but there was no way I was going to let her finish me off too quickly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her in close again. My dick pressed up against my waist and her stomach, in between us. I picked her up again and her now even wetter pussy rubbed directly against my dick as she wrapped her legs around me. I moved forward and set her back down on the futon so she was sitting up facing me. I knelt down and tore off her booty shorts to reveal her practically dripping, immaculate, shaved pussy. She gave me another impossibly sexy look as if to say “what are you waiting for?”
I moved my lips slowly up her inner thigh, my tongue tracing a long and meandering trail. I moved and repeated the same on the other thigh. I kept getting closer and she continued spreading her legs more, scooting closer to me, practically begging me to stop teasing her. I relented and slowly dragged my tongue from her inner thigh up to just above her clit, then made a long powerful stroke of my tongue down the length of her pussy. At this she gave a deep moan, and I continued making broad slow strokes, up and down, up and down. I zeroed in on her clit, first kissing and then gently sucking on it. Her moans became more frequent and I slid a middle finger inside of her. She was so wet I could hardly believe it. This gave me renewed purpose as I slowly started moving my finger in and out. She was starting to get louder and I was worried we might wake someone up in the room next door, but she realized and did her best to try and stifle them. It was insanely sexy to look up and see her trying her best to contain herself while ultimately failing. I couldn’t help myself and actually stroked myself a bit while I worked on her. I was so turned on I didn’t know what to do with myself. I started to gently make a “come here” motion inside of her, curling my finger upwards towards her stomach and rubbing the inside of her. This drove her insane and I could tell she was starting to get close. I flicked my tongue on her clit rapidly as I increased the pressure from my finger inside of her. She actually had to physically cover her mouth with her hands to keep from moaning too loudly. Her pussy began to clench around my finger as she wrapped her legs around my shoulders, arched her back and writhed in pleasure.
There is no greater turn on in this world than feeling a girl orgasm and knowing you were solely responsible. As she came back down she relaxed a bit and gave me an awestruck look. I smiled sheepishly. She stood up and pushed me down in the spot she was sitting in. I could feel her still warm wet spot where she had been sitting. She knelt down in front of me and put her hands on my knees, leaned in and said the two sexiest words I have ever heard. “Your turn.” She dove right in not bothering to tease me like I teased her and took me in her mouth. She moved her hand up and down my shaft as she went to work on my tip, alternating between rolling her tongue in circles around it and sucking up and down slowly. she moved her hand down to my balls worked her mouth farther and farther down my dick, her mouth so warm and wet, it felt amazing as it enveloped nearly all of my length. I grunted in approval and she started increase her pace. Up and down my cock while her hands played with my balls. Then she moved her hand down further and pressed down on my perineum. Every guy who has had this part of his body touched during a blow job knows that it is pure ecstasy. It didn’t take long before I could feel that tingling feeling that let me know I was about to blow. She knew what was about to happen to (probably from my consistent groans of pleasure) and quickened her pace, moving her mouth vigorously up and down my cock, using one hand to stroke the shaft while the other massaged my perineum. I felt that wonderful feeling overtake me. As I began to cum I couldn’t help calling out:
“Oh, fuck!”
She stopped moving and gripped my cock hard as she took pump after pump of my considerable load into her mouth. She licked up every last bit as I slowly came back to reality.
We cleaned up a bit and threw our underwear back on. We turned the futon into a bed and got under her blanket together. We talked a little bit but fell asleep quickly. It must have been nearly 3:30 a.m. by this point. We fooled around a little bit when we woke up but I had to kick her out before things got too far because my roommate was getting back soon. We hooked up a few times afterwards, neither of us wanting a serious relationship. After moving out of the dorms at the end of freshman year I would see her around campus now and again. Every time causing me to think back to that first incredible night. Truly, unforgettable.
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