She came out of nowhere, it seemed, this cute girl named Rachel who began chatting me up at the campus bar one night. I'd never seen her around before and we were well into spring semester, but she was a godsend. I was feeling very lonely -- my steady girlfriend was back home screwing some guy she had met and couldn't put down. Maybe I was also feeling a little revenge-minded, too, but I'm not a babe magnet. Too shy, too average looking, who knows? I couldn't just pick someone up and it was very unlikely that any woman would just come on to me. But, then again, I guess this is what they mean by "getting lucky."
Anyway, I was at the bar with my friends on a Saturday night, pitchers of beer flowing and the jukebox blasting when Rachel sat down next to me. I liked her freckles and her long, straight chestnut hair with bangs that hung down just above her heavy-lidded eyes. She was wearing a white peasant blouse, black sneakers and blue jeans that hugged her ample hips and cute, full ass. I have a thing for women with wide hips and a nice rear, so I have to admit I found her attractive. And nice once she started talking.
I'm usually awkward chatting up women I don't know, but she made it easy even though we had to shout in each other's ears over the din. We had a long, winding, often fractured conversation about our majors, professors, music, whatever, I guess she was attracted to me because she stuck around as the hour stretched toward one a.m.
I was soon oblivious to my friends and it became clear as the bar began to empty that this might be a rare night when I hit it off with a woman and good things happened. Rachel and I ended up walking back to campus alone together and we were both pretty drunk. As we laughed about something silly, our hands found each other and when we reached the point where I would head to my dorm and she to hers, I worked up the courage to ask, "Would you like to come to my room?" She just smiled and started to walk with me.
Once back in my room, we sat on my bed and smoked and talked some more. There was a definite sexual tension in the air, but not being accustomed to this kind of thing, I was afraid to make the first move for fear of bursting a bubble of hopeful desire that would surely prove to be mere fantasy.
Inevitably, our conversation lapsed into an awkward silence and that was when our eyes met, we leaned toward each other and we kissed.
Her tongue was eagerly exploring my mouth as we lay down together and my hands began to roam her body, moving under her shirt and coursing over the warm smooth skin of her back. We kissed for quite awhile and when I nuzzled her neck, she ground her pelvis into me. My cock was hard and her hand quickly found the bulge in my jeans. My heart was pounding with anticipation and disbelief. This was the first time I'd ever had sex with a woman I barely knew and I wanted so much to make it good for her.
Sitting up, Rachel pulled her shirt over head, revealing a sweet, sexy pair of ample breasts with huge, round pink nipples -- the biggest I had ever seen. I pulled her down to me and kissed them, swirling my tongue and hardening each one before sucking gently. She sighed with contentment and as my hands roamed down to her hips, she again sat up, but this time she climbed off the bed and unfastened her jeans. I watched admiringly as she pulled them down and stepped out of them, standing nude before me except for her pink socks. My god, her milky white skin, ample hips, thighs and closely-cropped patch of red pubic hair were so erotic. I loved the look of disheveled, drunken lust on her face.
I took her hand and pulled her down to me. I get so turned on being fully clothed while my lover is naked, allowing me to explore her body while she focuses only on her pleasure. As we kissed, our tongues almost dueled in our excitement, and she was soon on top of me. She was a very take-charge lover, and this too made me intensely horny.
My hands coarsed her body, caressing her glorious, soft firm ass -- each cheek so plump. firm and sexy. She got hotter by the moment as she pressed her pussy against the bulge in my jeans. Pushing my shirt up, she kissed her way from my lips to my neck to my bare chest and stomach.
Pulling my shirt all the way off, I lay back, my cock aching. She was unfastening my jeans, I lifted my hips to help her slide them and my underwear down, my erection popping free. It's such a turn-on the first time a lover sees my cock, and she gave me a sweet thrill by taking it in her hand and saying, "Mmmm nice."
Tucking her hair behind her ear, her head descended toward my throbbing sex. The sensation of her mouth on my excited penis was intensely pleasurable and I stroked her hair as she sucked me. Her soft moans brought me to the edge of coming and it was all I could do to stay in control as she stroked my erection and licked the head and shaft with obvious enjoyment.
