I have submitted two different versions of this story. The beginning of each story is exactly the same, not diverging until you get to either the Epilogue or Chapter Two. If you've read one, you can skip ahead in the other without missing anything.
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I met a girl at a party during my freshman year in college. Well, I met a lot of girls at a lot of parties, but this story is about one particular girl at one particular party.
Like most of the guys there, I was just looking for Miss Right-Now. I had managed to dance with several girls, but there was one I kept finding myself watching. She was on the floor almost every dance, but never with the same guy twice. The timing finally worked out, and I managed to catch her between partners. She smiled and slid into my arms as the band started playing a love ballad. I had been envious of the way she shook her body against her partners during the fast songs, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of her sensuously rubbing herself against me through a slow number.
When the dance finished, she started to walk away, only to turn back and grab my hand. It was probably just lucky timing, being the one there when her horny meter red-lined, but I didn't care. She led me to the nearest restroom, which happened to be the women's. I was a little nervous about entering, much less having sex in such a public place, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. The nervousness passed quickly as I realized there were two sets of feet in every stall.
I had good timing once again, as the door to the handicap stall opened almost immediately. A guy staggered past us, leaving his latest conquest exposed, as she was cleaning herself up. Rather than being embarrassed, she turned, giving us a better view. I had a feeling the guy had gotten his, without giving her one, as it sure looked like she was desperately trying to rub one out. She let out a frustrated sigh and smoothed down her skirt. As she left the stall, she looked at the girl holding my hand and muttered a wistful, "I hope you picked better than I did."
By the time I got the stall door closed, my dance partner had flipped her skirt up over her back, revealing a lack of panties, and she was braced against the sink waiting for me. As much as I wanted to just whip it out and fuck her, I didn't want to leave her disappointed like the other girl had been. Still, I started cautiously, with just my fingers. She was very wet, but it was all clear liquid. Even when I inserted a couple of fingers and stroked deep, they came out without any traces of white. Feeling braver, I moved my face close enough to inhale her scent, which was slightly sweaty, but delightfully feminine. Satisfied that I was her first of the evening, I bit the bullet. Then I sucked on her bullet, before batting it around with my tongue. I varied my approach, using fingers, tongue, and suction on various parts of her lovely anatomy, until she screamed and flooded my face with more of her juices.
I laughed when I heard a girl in one of the other stalls berate her guy for not making her scream like that. The movement as I laughed must have translated well, as my girl cried out with a second orgasm. I laughed even harder when I heard somebody else mutter, "Damn overachiever."
She was starting to sag a bit, so I quickly stood up, dropped my pants, and impaled her. Her copious fluids splattered everywhere as our bodies collided. I kicked it into high gear, repeatedly pounding her flooded gash and splashing us even more. I kept shifting slightly, varying what part of her velvet tunnel I was rubbing against. She seemed to enjoy it, and she was soon crying out with her third orgasm. The rippling of her inner muscles was more than I could take, and I unloaded deep inside her.
Neither one of us was really presentable enough to return to the party, so we snuck out the back door and I walked her back to her dorm.
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I figured the front of her dorm was as far as I would get, but she pulled me in behind her. It was a coed dorm, so my presence didn't attract any attention from the bored staff at the desk.
As we entered her room, I was greeted with the sight of another college cutie, this one wearing a rather revealing bit of lingerie. I have to admit that I immediately had visions of a threesome start playing in my head. However, when I finally managed to raise my eyes to look at her face, the scowl I saw quickly killed those daydreams.
"Oh, Carol. I didn't expect you to still be up." I bumped into my girl as she stopped, apparently realizing what her roommate was wearing. "I'm sorry. I should have made him wait in the hall until I was sure you were dressed. Do you have somebody coming over too?"
"No. I was just waiting up for you."
"Thanks, but..." She looked at me with a flustered look on her face.
"Erick."
She smiled and blushed at not knowing the name of the guy she had just fucked and then brought back to her room.
"Yeah, Erick escorted me home safely." Carol's scowl deepened as she continued. "We'll try to keep it down, but he's got skills."
Carol put her hands on her hips, presumably intending to display her disdain. However, as her hands inadvertently raised the hem of her babydoll, it was her bare pussy that was displayed instead.
I felt the hand holding mine tense up at the sight, and she quickly pulled me into her bedroom. Being a horny college guy, I couldn't help but admire Carol's mostly exposed body as I stumbled along.
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"I'm Jenny, by the way."
With introductions finally out of the way, she started removing what little clothes she had been wearing. I wasted no time in following her lead.
I had learned two important things about oral sex. First, if you want a second blowjob, don't hesitate to kiss her after she gives you the first one. Second, if you want that first blowjob, don't be afraid to go down on her first and earn it. Still, as I saw how much of my spunk was continuing to drip out of her, I wasn't sure I could bring myself to do that again. Apparently, Jenny was also uncomfortable with the way she was leaking, as she suddenly grabbed my hand and dragged me out of her bedroom. Luckily, Carol was nowhere to be seen as we streaked across their living room and into the bathroom.
It was the first time having shower sex for both of us, but we were both a bit drunk, so we didn't try anything too adventurous. After a rather frisky washing of each other, we each did a bit of oral and then she braced herself against the wall while I took her from behind again. We cleaned up a second time, happy that the dorms had industrial water heaters, before heading back to her bedroom.
I was glad I had a towel on, as Carol was sitting in the living room. She looked happy when Jenny stepped out of the bathroom, but she huffed and glared when she saw me following behind. As she stood and whirled to head for her bedroom, her babydoll lifted up again, giving me an unobstructed view of her succulent ass. I enjoyed the view, but I didn't hesitate to follow Jenny back into her bedroom.
I started to detect a theme, as she assumed the doggy position on her bed. I wasn't looking for a relationship either, so I didn't mind sticking with these more impersonal positions. However, I was starting to run low on stamina, so I slipped in under her and pulled her down onto my face. She screeched in surprise, followed by a moan, as I attacked her clit once again. She got a bit loud as my fingers joined my tongue in assaulting her, and she had to bite a pillow after Carol started banging on the wall between their rooms.
About the time I was sure I had recovered enough for another round, she collapsed on the bed, then rolled over and spread her legs for me to take her missionary. I kind of expected a dead fish fuck, but she wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her, and encouraged me to take her. Then, as she started moaning from another orgasm, she did the one thing we had been avoiding all night.
She kissed me.
It started out simple, but soon the fucking took a back seat to our trying to suck each other's face off. I vaguely remember my orgasm sneaking up on me, and then nothing, until I woke up with the sun shining in the window and a naked woman snuggled against my chest.
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Carol was more appropriately dressed when we staggered out of Jenny's room, but clearly unhappy to find I'd stayed the night. Jenny ignored her, as she walked me to the door. I was several steps down the hall when she called me back so we could exchange phone numbers. I waited until I was outside the building before calling and asking if she was free to grab breakfast in an hour.
She must have opened her window to air out the sex smell, as I heard her squeal of, "Yes!" from two directions.
Breakfast turned into a lazy day at the mall, followed by dinner and a movie. The frantic fucking of the previous night was replaced by an evening of gentle lovemaking in my dorm room. Waking up two mornings in a row with her comfortable in my arms was so much better than the usual awkwardness following my one-night stands. We spent a lazy day on my couch, watching movies and getting to know each other better.
Unfortunately, the next day was Monday, which meant a return to classes and the end of spending all day together. My roommate was due back that evening and we knew Carol wouldn't be keen on me sleeping there again, so I walked her to her dorm, then made the lonely walk back to mine.
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It had been late spring when Jenny and I first hooked up, so we decided to stick with the same living arrangements for our sophomore year. Carol still didn't like me, but she mellowed a bit as we spent more time in my dorm room than theirs. She continued to be a member of Jenny's friend group, tolerating my presence on the occasions where boyfriends were invited. She never brought anybody with her, but I just wrote that off to her personality, making it hard for her to find a boyfriend. Having seen most of her body, I had no doubt that she could attract plenty of one-night stands.
I tried to stay as far away from Carol as possible, but somehow, she always seemed to end up one seat away, just on the other side of Jenny. Luckily, the rest of the friend group was at least neutral towards me. None of the others seemed to keep the same boyfriend for long, so I didn't really get to know any of the guys, but I did get to know all of the girls, as we got together frequently throughout the year. There were times that were strictly girls-only, but the longer we were together, the more often I was included, even if the short-term boyfriends weren't.
Vi was the strange duck of the group. She was always pleasant, but she was also the most reserved. She would join in with general chatter, but she would never share anything personal. Lori and Gina were the opposite, happy to talk about anything and everything, including their sex lives, even with their current boyfriends right beside them.
Then there was Terri. She was more open than Vi, but more reserved than the rest. Of the five, she was the only one I'd call my friend, rather than just one of Jenny's friends. She was the kind of girl I had always envisioned finding and settling down with after college, but Jenny and I were happy together, so I never really looked at her that way. She normally sat on the other side of me from Jenny, even on the rare occasions when she brought a guy with her. I appreciated that, as she was the only one, other than Jenny, that would engage with me in a one-on-one conversation. In fact, after Jenny, she was my closest friend at college, and we got to know each other pretty well with how often we spoke.
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Jenny and I were still a couple at the end of the year, so we decided to move out of the dorms and rent a place together. Terri also left the dorms for her own apartment. This left Carol and Vi without roommates, so Vi moved into Jenny's old bedroom. Gina and Lori opted to remain together in the dorm, wanting to stay close to the fresh meat class, as they liked to call the incoming freshmen.
As one would expect with our Junior and Senior years, classes got tougher, individual lives took priority, and, with them not living down the hall from each other, the girls hung out as a group a lot less. I was understanding, but still disappointed that when they did, they were usually girls-only nights. It was kind of silly, as the decreased number of outings meant I had more time alone with Jenny, but I missed hanging out with them, even Carol, but especially Terri.
As graduation approached, I was forced to start thinking long term. I had stopped looking at Jenny as a college fling, back when we were still sophomores, and I didn't feel any less committed to her as a senior. Her birthday fell during finals, so I knew we wouldn't be able to celebrate much on the actual day, and if we waited, it would get lost in the other celebrations. I figured that a stressful weekend of cramming wouldn't help us with finals, and stop day would give us a three-day weekend, so I started planning out her birthday surprise.
I told her well in advance that I was planning something for that weekend, and to keep it open. I just refused to tell her what I was planning.
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"Carol invited the group to fly out and hit the beach this weekend, so we can relax before finals."
"That would have been fun. Too bad you had to decline."
