When I was in college, I was not much different than your average college male. I went to class, went to party's, and chased as many girls as I possibly could. College was a great time, but now it has been almost 5 years since I graduated, and I am living in the real world.
I own my own business and it is hard to not think sexual thoughts about all the women I see. I interviewed a girl last month (for a job with my company) that was right out of college. She looked incredible, and it was hard to not think about her sexually. Don't get me wrong, I am professional enough to not act upon these urges. But, having girls like this in my office really can make it hard to concentrate.
Back in college, I had plenty of girls and I sometimes can't believe that it didn't quench my thirst. Some of them were one-night stands, some were casual relationships, and others were on and off relationships. Every once in a while I found a girl that I would date seriously, but of course, all of those came to an end at some point or another.
There was one girl who I met when I was a sophomore in college. Her name was Anne, and she was your typical "sorority girl" and fit the stereo-type perfectly.
When we first met, it was outside of one of my classes. I saw her in my classroom and thought she looked really familiar. After class I went over and introduced myself only to find out that she was a total bitch. I blew it off and forgot about her rather quickly.
About two weeks later, I was at a party and a friend of mine said she wanted to introduce me to her roommate. When she did, it was Anne. This time she was a lot nicer, but I actually don't think she remembered me at all.
We hit it off and had a great time. When the party was over, I asked her if she would go out with me on a date, and she accepted. As I drove home that night I kept wondering what it was about her that I was so attracted too. After all, she was stuck-up, came from a very rich family who lived in the high-end part of town, went to private schools all her life, and was a real daddy's-girl-princess. I mean, what kind of girl actually wears real pearls to a college party?
Don't get me wrong, it is not that I don't like these kind of high-maintenance girls (in fact, they drive me crazy). But I always expect them to be bitchy which usually turns me off. When we first met in class, she was exactly that but now I found her to be pretty nice.
The more I got to know her, the more I realized that she was the most high-maintenance girl I had ever known. In fact, she was basically a "Stepford Wife" in the making.
We started going out more, and that lead to plenty of fooling around behind closed doors. She was exactly the kind of girl most guys wanted. When out in public, she was nice and proper. But at home, she was willing to do just about anything to please her man.
We never had actual intercourse, as she was a virgin and wanted to stay that way until married, but there were a couple of times that she almost broke that rule with me. She would get so horny when we were messing around, that it was like she suddenly didn't even care about her goal of remaining a virgin. But, she always managed to keep from going too far.
On the other hand, she had a large collection of very sexy lingerie and was more-than skilled in the art of giving a great blow-job.
Once we started seeing each other regularly, I don't think there was ever a time we didn't end the night without her going down on me. One time when we were out, I asked her about it all the blow-jobs. She told me that she just loved giving head. She also told me that I had the biggest cock she had ever seen and that only made it harder for her to resist. I laughed at this and said, "well, then I need to lock you in a closet and never let you go!"
As time went on, we kept seeing each other. She got more sexually adventurous and I kept taking advantage of this fact. She would let me do just about anything I wanted too, and I loved it. The only thing she would not let me do was fuck her or go down on her.
I understood (and respected) not letting me fuck her, but not getting to eat her out was strange to me. I loved doing it to other girls, and asked if she had ever had it done. She said no, and that she wasn't about to start. She thought that it was "not-proper" and "vulgar" for a guy to have to eat her out, and that if we were going to fool around, it needed to be about getting both of us off (or just me).
I wasn't going to argue and just let it go.
About a year went by and we were still going out all the time. We had discussed our relationship and both decided that we didn't want to be exclusive. I was seeing a few other girls on the side, and she told me that she was seeing a few other guys. I later found out that this was not exactly true. Although I was still going out with other girls, she was not seeing any other guys, and actually wanted a true committed relationship with me.
Towards the end of our junior year in college she came to my apartment one morning to see if I wanted to go out that evening to a party. She had a key and let herself in. When she walked into my room, she walked in on me fucking another girl that I had met the night before. The door to my bedroom was behind me as I was standing by the side of my bed, fucking this girl from behind. Due to our position, neither of us saw her and I am not really sure how long she stood behind us and watched from the doorway.
I don't remember the girl's name that I was fucking, but she was a little bit of a screamer. If Anne made any noise at all, it was drowned out by this girls constant high-pitched screams.
At one point Anne finally cleared her throat rather loudly so that we could hear her. The girl on my bed heard her first and turned her head to see who it was. I had my eyes closed and didn't realize she had turned to look. The next thing I knew, the girl that I had my dick in said "Oh Shit...Ms. Anne," and she then pulled off of me and wrapped the covers around herself. I turned around to see Anne standing there. Anne looked at me, and said, "I will be in the living room when you are done with her." She didn't sound pissed at all. She sounded the exact same as she did when she would tell me that she was in my living room and waiting for me to take her somewhere.
I stood there and watched her turn and walk into the other room. When I turned back to talk to the girl who I had been fucking, she was already up and busy putting on her clothes from the night before (as fast as she could).
She seemed really nervous and so I told her that it was ok, and that she didn't need to be worried about this. I also asked her how she knew Anne's name and why did she call her "Ms. Anne?"
