Author's Note: I have been an avid Literotica fan for a couple of decades now. Like they say, long time lurker, first time poster. As I was reading through the Summer Loving contest entries, the stories reminded me of my summer escapades and sexcapades. Some famous writer probably said that fiction arises from personal experiences (or something like that), so here's my attempt at blending reality and wishful thinking. It's a bit of a slow burn, but I hope you'll like it, dear reader, and thank you for reading. Feedback is always appreciated.
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The summer I graduated from college was a blissful one. I knew I was going to graduate school, and given how rigorous my life was about to become, I decided to just chill and take time off. My senior year coursework was light enough that I was able to work a decent amount to put some money aside. My graduate program would also give me a stipend, so I wasn't too worried about blowing the cash I had earned. After all, I reasoned with myself, I'd be getting a decent stipend, and with no student loans, I'd be fine even if I blew my savings over the summer.
I had moved to the US for college from a country with a tropical climate, Bangladesh, and was not ready for the cold that the Northeast winters brought. While I saw marked physical differences (couldn't believe my skin was lightening!), my libido also tanked in those winter months. Unless of course the heating was cranked up and I was under the blanket with a warm body. Come summer, as the weather warmed up, and I got tan, my libido would pick up again and I would become almost insatiable sexually. My ex used to joke that I would go into heat in the summer months. Early on in puberty I had realized that my sexual drive was higher than average (discounting all the bragging that adolescents do on how many times they jerk off). But even by those standards, as the weather warmed, I felt my libido manifesting as a primal need, sometimes to the point of overshadowing my cognitive abilities. As much as my ex laughed about it, it created a rift in our relationship. We parted ways amicably enough, as far as college life goes, end of our junior year and senior year debauchery took my mind off from any regrets.
My college was a small liberal arts college in New England. One of those where majority are white students, affiliated with the fraternities, sororities and secret societies that their parents had belonged to, the sense of entitlement in how they carried themselves on campus. They were meant to come here, and there were no doubts about that growing up. This set up a stark contrast to the handful of international and non-white students in the college who went there on scholarships, financial aid and on campus jobs. Our shared experiences brought us together and while we did hang out with the larger student body, we were viewed as sort of exotic. Any time I hooked up with a white girl, they would inadvertently treat me as a conquest in bed - hooking up with someone with a mahogany skin tone was a notch on their bed. Not to say I didn't enjoy it, but it always left me with a bad taste, like the lingering taste of alcohol on a morning after a night of binging.
I started senior year single, and of course, as a red-blooded 21 year old with painfully hard erections I was on the prowl. There must have been something special in the air because suddenly everyone was sleeping with everyone else. The student population was small so word got around fast and soon it became a merry-go-round of girls with names from Mambo no. 5. Weekly frat parties provided a good spot to engage in debauchery and a string of white girls paraded out of my off-campus house with heels in hand and alcohol on their breath. I wasn't the sexiest looking guy on campus, nor the most ripped. But after hitting the gym regularly, and watching what I ate, I was confident in my almost 6 ft body and in my abilities with my slightly bigger and thicker than average cock. My sex drive and refractory period also helped, along with my the big Ohm tattoo i had on my ribs and ear studs, I suppose. And it was an added bonus that I had a steady supply of quality weed to share with those who shared my bed. Few things in life beat getting high and fucking.
Things were bound to get messy with how we all were behaving. Sandra, a petite American-Filipino girl with B cups and a tight ass, and I started hooking up till one day her Black ex, Brad, showed up at her door one night as I was about to slip my hard dick into her tight wet pussy. Brad was beating on the door hard and Sandra seemed more interested in answering the door than getting pounded, so I flopped over on the bed and eavesdropped on the convo to find out that I was bait for her to get Brad back. Brad didn't take it lightly (even though they were on break! or at least that's what Sandra said), and I sort of got excommunicated from certain non-white circles after this incident.
Senior year blues setting in, and getting the morning after feelings from hooking up with girls who couldn't pronounce my name, I slid into a bit of a funk. I concentrated on my grad school applications, and hung out with friends, but as night rolled in and I was alone in my bed smoking a joint, my sexual urges would come in waves. And in my high state of mind, I would end up sending those "wyd" and "you up" messages to some of the sorority sisters. One morning, after Lauren, a nice enough culturally sensitive brunette with perky tits and long legs hurried out of my place with me holding my morning wood sexually frustrated (she didn't like giving blowjobs), I lit up a joint for my wake n bake ritual and logged into pornhub to take care of my needs. But for some reason, I just couldn't get into it and my erection wouldn't go down either. Suddenly my phone buzzed, and I saw something that piqued my interest. Ishika had accepted my request to follow her on Instagram.
Now, Ishika was this girl I knew from home - a friend of a friend, she was a bit nerdy looking and last time I saw her was when our mutual had asked me to help with her application to a US college. We were all going through the same process and I was happy to oblige. We hadn't talked much over the years, just texted here and there and when Instagram blew up, I requested to follow her without thinking much of it. Absent-mindedly stroking my hard dick, I started scrolling through her feed past the usual posts with friends and photos of nature hikes and focused on the interspersed selfies.
My cock started responding to those - she definitely was a late bloomer and had a glow-up from the last time I saw her. Her lips seemed fuller (and perfect for sucking my dick if I'm being honest) and she brought them together in the slightest way that accentuated the curves of her lips colored by a a magenta lipstick. I started stroking myself a bit faster till I scrolled further and saw a photo where she was wearing jean shorts and sitting with one feet tucked under her and the other stretched out. The shorts had ridden up to the point where her caramel creamy thighs were exposed and she had this alluring smile on her face and all I could think of how I wanted my face between those thighs, but wait I also wanted to fuck those thighs with my hard cock and the confusion only edged me closer to my orgasm. I was breathing hard and stroking fast, and in the next photo she was at an event wearing a black saree of some shimmering and translucent fabric with a sleeveless blouse that had a deep neckline and an open back. Her cleavage with its hints of full breasts, her exposed arms, the open back which I so wanted to kiss my way up, her navel visible through the fabric, the way the saree hugged her waist and flaring ass, and her coy smile and her eyes that seemed to beckon me to fuck her (or maybe it was my high imagination) drove me over the edge and I panted and stroked hard while ropes of cum shot out of my dick and covered my chest and belly. I groaned loudly as my hard cock pulsed with each spurt and from inside me a sound rumbled out and I heard myself growling "ohhh Ishika babyyy....mmmhmmm" as I came again and again.
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Since then I almost religiously checked Ishika's instagram. It was becoming a bit of an obsession - even after I would hook up with someone, I would find myself thinking of her afterwards. Would she be into fucking doggystyle? Ah those lips, wish I could have them wrapped around my hard cock. I checked to see if any men showed up on her photos repeatedly, and to maintain my cool veneer, I would occasionally send her memes over DM. She responded in a similar cool manner (for those uninitiated, a 24 hour period was necessary before responding to not seem thirsty) and the back and forth went for a while. I wasn't sure if anything was going to happen with her since I was moving out to the West Coast for grad school.
