by Wild, Suzy
I turned and kissed him on the mouth, pushing urgently with my tongue as my hand caressed the hardness in his trousers. He cupped my behind pulling me close to him as IU ripped his belt off and pulled his trousers down, freeing his cock.
He slipped off his shirt, his eyes full of lust as I stepped out my panties, then he gently lay me back on the bed, trailing kisses across my collar bone, across my breasts, taking my hard nipples in his mouth. I was desperate for him and tried to pull him towards me, but he resisted, taking his time, building my pleasure with his kisses and hot breath.
When he finally gently pushed into me it was like a blessed release. Unlike the other guys I’d been with so far, he didn’t pump hard, but took up a gently circling motion with his hips that kept him tight against my pleasure center. On and on it went. I came once, twice, three times, lost track of time with his gentle movement, until he stiffened and I felt the spasming of his cock deep inside me that signaled his own orgasm.
We lay still for some time, side by side in the darkness. He cleared his throat.
“I don’t believe we just did that,” he said eventually.
“Thank you,” I replied, “don’t blame yourself, we didn’t do it, I did. Our secret.” I kissed him lightly on the lips.
“Thank you. I’d better go,” he stood and pulled his clothes back on. At the door he turned and looked at me. “Thank you Suzy. Have a great vacation.”
I already had.
College Confessions
First Year Freshers’ Frenzy
I pulled away from the kiss, a thin line of spittle joining our mouths for an instant before I wiped it away with the back of my hand. I smiled down at John.
“You’re going to enjoy this baby,” I whispered in his ear, slipping the scarf around his jaw, feeling a thrill of excitement as I did it. Was I really going to go through with this?
“Can you speak baby?” I tightened the scarf around his mouth, nice and tight, I could barely hear his muffled grunt. I ran my nails down his taut muscled body, “Make a nice noise for me honey,” I whispered, my fingers closing around his thick shaft.
John grunted, straining at the ties that his hands and feet spreadeagled to the bedposts as I stroked his quivering cock. I let my hand drift away and sat up, feeling an electric spark of anticipation running through my body. I realized I was already wet, and as I stood up I let my fingers trail suggestively across my glistening slit, licking my lips as I held his eyes with my own. Those eyes followed me as I moved to the door.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, you always did like company,” I winked at him as the door open and he craned his neck, but couldn’t see, until Kat stepped well into the room. She was only wearing a light silk dressing gown. I pulled the cord and slipped it off her shoulders. We both turned to look at John, his eyes were shining with excitement, his cock twitching in anticipation. “You remember Kat?” I teased. Sure he did. He was dating her. Oh, and cheating on her. That’s what this is about, that, and my own revenge.
She turned to me and our mouths locked in a passionate kiss. I felt her tongue probing mine, hot and warm, could feel her lithe limbs relax against me, the swell of her breasts against mine, and the heat radiating from her pussy. I could bet she was as wet as I was. She knew what was coming next. John didn’t. I was out of there that night, leaving college for good. Just as well, because John wasn’t going to like the next bit at all...
But I’m getting ahead of myself. My names Suzy and this is at the end of the first semester, and right now I’m a fresh faced eighteen year old from high school about to enter the big bad world of college for the first time and learn a whole lot more about life, boys, girls, and of course, sex.
Not that I’m totally innocent - who goes to college like that these days? No, I’ve had my share of disappointing drunken fumbles, the frustration of pushing unskilled hands away from places they shouldn’t pry. Just before we parted for college, I finally relented and my boyfriend and I did it for the first time. Well, he said it wasn’t his first, that he’d banged some girls on vacation the year before, but hell, he was nervous enough, and quick enough. We tried it again a few more times of course, but it didn’t really do anything for me and I’d found that my own fingers knew my pleasure centres' better than anyone else did. Until I’d taken that final week’s holiday before starting college and met Juan on the beach of course. He’d woken me up to what good sex should be, but that’s a story for another day...
When my boyfriend and I had said our final goodbyes (I never mentioned Juan) we’d pledged to stay true and email each other regularly. Yeah right, was my thought. In fact my inbox was full of his mails. I’d sent one back. He was the past and college was my new, exciting now!
The first days had been nerve wracking. I was staying in one of the colleges, on an all girls floor with a shared bathroom and kitchen between about ten of us. My companions veered between a nerdy uncomfortable uber-geek, a largely silent goth, a rather large girl who developed an unnerving fixation on hanging out near the showers, and two prom queen types who, while undeniably beautiful, knew each other from some exclusive private school and seemed horrified to have ended up with us. The girl I really bonded with was Kat. Like me she’d been to a less exclusive private school, but hers had been all girls, an upbringing which had the contradiction of making her seemingly worldly wise on all matter sexual, and determined to catch up for lost time on likewise! Needless to say, we hit it off straight away.
Kat’s dad was a Hong Kong business man, her mother (from the photos in her room) a voluptuous green eyed English brunette: the result was stunning. She stood about five eight is her bare feet, perfectly proportioned with firm upturned breast that gave her cleavage that turned heads. Her jet black hair fell with a slight wave to her shoulders, framing a face that held ever so slightly slanted deep green eyes in a deep olive skin. She was the stuff of dreams. Not that I did badly in the admiration stakes myself. At five four I had cascading blonde hair, light blue eyes and the body of a gymnast, which I’d been until I hit sixteen and discovered boys, booze, parties and good times and my breasts grew too large for me to wear a leotard gymnastics. It was generally reckoned that my legs were longer than they should be, but I wasn’t complaining because it meant I looked great in short skirts or shorts, while my years of gymnastics had not only given me toned arms and legs, but my party piece: I taut flat stomach that I could flex to show my abs. As I discovered, for some reason the boys went crazy for it!
If the days were a whirls of trying to find the right place to be, missed lectures, and general confusion, the nights were an even more dizzying confusion of drunken nights on cheap drinks, trying to avoid being hit on (too much) by over eager boys. After the disappointment back home I wanted to wait a bit and make sure my next try at sex was a good one. Kat didn’t have any compunctions and by the fourth morning she had a gleam in her eye, a bounce in her step and a tale to tell me from the night before.
“Oh my god! It was so good Suzy.” She leant closer. “We were kissing like mad, and his hands were everywhere, I mean, we were in the bar and he kept sliding them up my skirt! Embarrassing!”
“Yes,” I commented, “it was.” I’d been there when she’d copped off with a cute blonde haired boy from one of the other colleges, and they’d been all over each other in the bar before I’d had a quiet word with Kat and persuaded her to leave. I’d hadn’t thought she’d leave with him and go back to his room though!
“We almost didn’t make it back to his room - he kept trying to drag me into the bushes, I managed to persuade him getting in doors would be worth the wait though.”
“And was it?” I asked, failing to keep the note of anticipation out of my voice. I’d grown close to Kat, seen her exquisite naked body in the dorm showers, the thought of her getting it on turned me on more than I’d admit to her.
“Oh yes. More than worth it - for me that is!” she giggled and I looked at her quizzically.
“We practically fe
ll in through his room door and he had me pushed up against the wall, our mouths locked, wow what a kisser! I could feel his hard cock grinding against me through our clothes and he had one hand up my shirt on squeezing my nipple, he was trying to get the other inside my knickers, but the poor boy was so excited he could bring himself to back away from his grinding long enough to properly get in, so I had to take charge...”
Her eyes shone and I nodded encouragingly, imaging the scene of them entwined against the wall in the darkness of his room, feeling my own pussy beginning to respond as Kat talked.
“I pushed him round and shoved him against the wall at arms length and whipped off his belt. As soon as I went for his buckle he backed off, started breathing heavy as I undid his jeans. I leant close in and kissed him hard as I slid my hand down the front of his pants and felt for his cock. Wow! I wasn’t disappointing, it was throbbing and twitching away, and he lunged for me, but I push him back, keeping me hand on his cock, and shook my head.
“What then? I asked breathlessly, shifting in my seat as I felt my own panties dampen.
“I pulled down the lot, jeans, pants and dropped to my knees and took that cock in my mouth, and he loved it! I was worried he was too turned on, and I was right, I’d only had the head in for a minute or so, sucking on it hard, working the shaft with my hand when he grabbed my head and started grunting as he came. God, there was masses of the stuff!” she laughed. “I could barely breath, he was holding my head so hard his thick cock was right at the back of my throat pumping out goo. I thought that might be up, but boy, was I in for a surprise. He picked me up, through me on the bed, flipped up my skirt, ripped off my panties and went down on my like his life depended on it. He was good at it too, like, really good, teasing my clit with his tongue, sliding his fingers into my pussy as his mouth worked away. I came pretty quick too!”
I swallowed hard, I felt like I could almost come too. This was the hottest conversation I’d ever had, and my body knew it. No one had ever gone down on me, and I’d never sucked cock. I had a lot of learning to do, and this was the girl to teach me.
“Amazingly, he was hard again and he wanted to fuck, but never on a first date,” she laughed, “ok, rarely on a first date. We were lying on the bed by now, so I starting kissing him, nice and deep and slow, letting my tongue swill around, tasting myself in his mouth while I worked his dick with my hand, nice and slow. It was so swollen and thick and after a while his body started to move in rhythm with my hand and he started to groan. So I trailed kissed down his chest, across his stomach and took him in my mouth again, just in time as it happened. Ah, what a night.”
“What happened after that?”
“Sadly, he fell asleep. I mean we were pretty drunk. I snuck out early this morning before he’d woken up.”
“Wow.” Was all I could think to say. I desperately wanted to go back to my room and get my fingers onto my pussy, close my eyes and imagine Kat squirming as her hot pussy was licked out, the taste of spunk still in her mouth.
“Tonight we’ve got to get you some.” Kat announced breaking my train of thought. Little did I know that she would quite literally be giving me a helping hand!
Kat’s determination to “get me some” explained the scene later. We’d drunk a lot in a student bar, and Kat had homed in on a couple of cute guys. It had turned out one had a girlfriend, so we’d ended up inviting the other back to Kat’s room where we’d cracked open some vodka. He was the better looking of the pair anyway, longish tousled blonde hair, blue eyes, a great smile and what looked like a slim toned body. He had on a fitted shirt, jeans and trainers. The dorm rooms were small and we rotated between the bed, and the solitary chair at the desk depending on who was changing the music or grabbing the drinks.
At this point I’m not sure even Kat knew what her plan was anymore, we were all pretty wasted and getting drowsy, we seemed to have passed that point where something might happen and be heading towards drunken slumber. The fact that only a small desk lamp was casting the only light in the gloom wasn’t helping. We’d all kicked off our shoes at some point, and I flopped back on the bed, my eyes heavy. I was aware of the guy, Ryan, collapsing down next to me, and as someone flicked the light off, Kat snuggled up to his other side. My head was spinning. I closed my eyes, feeling so sleepy. It was kind of uncomfortable on my back, we were so squashed, so I rolled onto my side, facing Ryan, who was on his back, and draped an arm over his chest.
It was just getting used to the warmth of Ryan’s body next to me, my legs pressed up close against his own I felt a gentle rhythmic movement in the bed. Surely not. I stiffened, opened my eyes. It stopped. As did the sound of kissing. There was a muffled giggle, then Kat’s hand was on mine. Had I imagined what I just though I had?
No. Kat’s hand took mine and gently guided it down Ryan’s shirt, over his stomach until it touched the head of his pulsating cock, unsheathed from his now undone jeans, his pants pulled down. Kat’s hand closed mine around his shaft and he gave a slight gasp as she slowly moved my hand up and down his tool. Was I really doing this? In bed with my friend and guy I’d just met, both our hands on his throbbing penis? I was, and I was enjoying it. I started to increase the tempo of my rhythm and Kat’s hand dropped lower to massage his balls, a move that made him buck his hips and squirm as a sigh escaped his lips. He wriggled his arm nearest me free and I shifted my weight to let him get it around my shoulders, where his hand could now paw at my breast through my t-shirt. his finger and thumb located my hardened nipple, tweaking it as I worked his cock faster. Kat shifted onto an elbow in the darkness, looming over us and dropped her mouth to his giving him a slow long lingering kiss. My head was inches from theirs. Kat broke the kiss, I could see the glint of her smile in the darkness, smell the vodka on her breath, then her mouth was on min, her tongue probing my urgently. I responded feeling the fire in my belly spread to my loins as our lips pressed hard against each other, my hand working away at Ryan’s cock as he kneaded my breast. This was incredible!
Kat pulled her mouth away and her place was taken by Ryan. Such a difference, I felt his stubble, his harder tongue pushing against mine. Kat’s hand stopped rubbing his balls and I felt it drift over his thigh to mine, then it was between my own, pushing against the damp mound in my jeans. I pushed back groaning, wanting to generate more pressure, cursing my jeans for being in the way. I wriggled my hips but Kat made no move to tug at my jeans, just pushed her hand hard between my legs. No girl had ever touched me there and that pushed me to the edge. God! No! I broke off from Ryan’s kiss with a gasp as I came hard in my jeans feeling waves of pleasure roll through my groin, my hand still rhythmically pumping away on his shaft. My groaning must have done the trick because Ryan let out a groan of his own, his hips bucked and I felt his cock spasm before red hot liquid trickled down over my hand.
We all lay still, breathing hard. Kat’s hand had retreated from between my legs and Ryan was flat on his back, his cum soaked penis limp in my hand. I pulled my hand away, wiping it on his shirt and he disentangled himself, fumbling at his jeans and murmuring under his breath, before awkwardly shuffling off the bed. I lay back on the space he’d vacated breathing hard. Had I really just done that? Had another girl just made me cum?
Ryan staggered for the door and muttered goodbye. I lay there. Kat was curled on her side, her back to me.
“Kat?” I whispered. There was no response and I was left lone with my turbulent thoughts until sleep took me.
Kat was still asleep when I left, clutching my head, in the morning. I dozed in my room, missed my lectures and thought a lot about what had happened. Which also resulted in me touching myself a lot too. So many conflicting emotions: confusion, embarrassment, excitement, arousal. I didn’t know which way to go, I guess once you’ve fallen off a horse you should jump back on. That’s what they say, and perhaps that was running through my subconscious already when Kat knocked at my door that evening and invited me down to the bar.
“Last night
was fun huh?” she asked as we settled into a corner with a bottle of wine.
“Yes, yes it was,” I answered uncertainly. I wasn’t sure which part of the night she was referring too, I didn’t feel confident enough to ask. I wanted to ask her so much, but I was tongue tied.
“Well, we’ve broken your college duck, now you can get out there and have some fun!” she laughed.
So that was it. She was pushing me in the direction of more boy action. A part of me was relieved, a part of me disappointed, and a part of me wanted to say more, but I kept quiet. Gradually that confusion of feelings bubbled into something like anger. I wanted to show her, prove I didn’t need her. Which was how I ended up in bed with Brad that night.
It was near the end of the second bottle of wine. I’d been watching him across the bar for a while: short black hair, a white t-shirt over a well muscled body and battered jeans. He’d glanced at me a couple of time. Kat was in mid-sentence when I drained my wine glass and marched over to him.
Close to he was better than from a distance, her had cute dimples in his cheeks and a gleam in his brown eyes. He smelt divine and his body was hot. I didn’t waste time. Within ten minutes we were back at my room and I had drinkers courage and a burning point to prove.
“Whoa! Don’t you want to slow down a bit?” Brad cried as I slammed him against the door I’d just banged shut. I wasn’t slowing down for anyone. I lunged forward and kissed him hard, gently biting his bottom lip with my teeth, running a hand up his muscled body. I felt him hardening against me, and after one more feeble effort to dissuade me I could see the glazed look of lust in his own eyes as I pulled back from our sloppy kissing. I pulled at his t-shirt with both hands, struggling to get the tight garment up. He pushed his head forward, his stubble rubbing my jaw as we kissed passionately again before I shoved him back hard with one hand and continued pulling the t-shirt up. He lifted his arms and wriggled. I bit my bottom lip as it slid over his head and I got a first look at his body. He had tight defined pecs, rippling abs and a glowing tan. I felt the desire swelling in my own groin as I threw the t-shirt behind me and dropped my head to his chest, covering it in kisses, running my hands over his had muscles. I bit and teased at his nipples, aware of his hands around my butt pulling me close to the wondrous hardness in his jeans.