During her freshman year of college, Ericka hung out quite a bit with a group of girls from her hometown that had ended up attending the same university. One of the girls, Jen, was two years older and lived in a large apartment off campus, so they often partied there. Jen was dating a guy, Matt, also from their hometown, who was a senior at a nearby university. Jen was tall, lean, pretty, blonde and hilarious, so Matt's frequent visits needed no explanation.
One night the group of friends met at Jen's place to play cards and drinking games. Jen's boyfriend brought along another guy from their hometown named Mike, also a senior at the same college as Matt. The evening devolved into a late night drunken haze as many college nights do. Inevitably, the wind left everyone's sails and the party began winding down. People began filtering, or more appropriately, stumbling out. Ericka was drunk enough that she didn't want to walk alone back to her place so Jen suggested she crash there. Assuming Jen planned on being preoccupied with Matt, her roommate Kim followed Jen's offer with a suggestion that Erika use the futon in her room. While Ericka wasn't very keen on sleeping on Kim's gross flip n' fuck, she was less keen on walking across their college town in her current state. And upon second thought, she doubted Kim's flip n' fuck had seen much action in reality, so it probably wasn't gross after all. Ericka hastily accepted the offer.
With the arrangements sorted, Jen and Matt headed back to Jen's room. In the kitchen behind them, Kim clumsily attempted to make a midnight snack, leaving Ericka and Mike in the living room. The rest of the stragglers had filtered out. Kim, who typically didn't drink much and had been over served that evening, took what might loosely be described as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and stumbled to her room. Ericka hung back, waiting for Kim to get settled and pass out before hitting the futon in her room.
Ericka was suddenly alone with Mike. A little intimidated by him and a lot buzzed, she sat there in awkward silence. Ericka thought about something clever or funny to say to break the silence, when suddenly Jen and Matt took care of it for her. Apparently the couple had wasted no time getting down to business as the sounds of raucous sex filtered through the thin apartment walls and permeated the living room. Ericka attempted to focus on a nature show was on the muted TV. She thought it would have been fitting if the animals on the screen were mating, but then she reconsidered and decided it would have been more appropriate if it was some sort of intense battle because it sounded as if Jen was getting insanely plowed by Matt. He was either really good or Jen was really drunk.
The fucking continued for a long time and in her tipsy state the sounds of her friend getting thoroughly pounded a few feet away from her started to really get Ericka wet. Ericka eventually looked over at Mike who was sitting on an adjacent couch and couldn't believe what she saw. She quickly looked back at the TV, believing she had imagined it, but her curiosity forced a second glance, which confirmed that Mike was not only turned on too, but he had taken his arousal a step further and was rubbing his cock through his shorts.
Ericka was mesmerized by this and couldn't look away a second time. She stared at him for what felt like minutes, Mike oblivious that he had a voyeur. Ericka continued to stare and considered following Mike's lead. As she slid her hand toward her crotch to touch herself as well, Mike suddenly felt her stare and turned to her. Ericka's first inclination was to look away again, but she was buzzed enough and turned on enough that she instead lifted her eyes from his crotch and met his gaze.
She wasn't sure what she was expecting to happen next. Maybe Mike would glance away. Maybe he would embarrassedly leave the room. But he did neither of those things, instead doing the one thing she didn't expect at all. Mike stared back at her, smiled devilishly and slowly eased his shorts down. Ericka's eyes grew in anticipation as he teased her. She first saw his pubic hair which was neatly trimmed. As the base of his cock appeared, Ericka had to control herself not to gasp aloud. Even from across the room his thickness was shocking. Mike continued his slow reveal, his shaft emerging inch by inch. Ericka two different times thought to herself "ok, here comes the tip," only to be surprised that only more cock followed.
Finally, Mike's monster sprang from the waistband of his shorts, then fell with a thud against his thigh. Ericka felt herself blushing at Mike's brazenness. Ericka's sexual experience wasn't extensive and not only had she never been around someone so forward sexually, she had never seen a cock as big or beautiful. She was equal parts scared and intrigued.
With his beast unleashed, Mike resumed rubbing it again. Ericka watched in amazement as it swelled even thicker. Mike removed his hand and is cock grew further on its own. It slowly but steadily slid up his thigh and in moments it was pointing high in the air. Now fully and gloriously erect, Mike began stroking his monster. After a few minutes of this, Mike asked Ericka to come sit by him. Ericka's curiosity about Mike's huge cock was so intense she didn't have to think twice. She stood without hesitation and immediately felt that her panties were soaked. Deep inside a voice told her she should be embarrassed by what was surely a visible wet spot, but she willed the voice away and slid on the couch next to Mike, who continued stroking himself.
"Do you want to touch it?" Mike asked.
Ericka nodded, at first hesitantly, then more affirmatively. Ericka started stroking him. The juxtaposition between her small hands and Mike's large meat monster was simultaneously super-hot and comical to her. Ericka knew her previous partners were in the small to average range size wise, but she wasn't so naive to think Mike just seemed bigger relative to them. No, this was a very special cock. Ericka then noticed Mike had huge balls that seemed to spread out on the couch between his legs. "No wonder he's sitting with his legs spread so wide," she thought.
