This is the first story that I've ever written for this website. I hope you all enjoy it. While I plan on writing some erotic fiction in the future, this is actually a true story, or at least how I remember what ended up being the best night of my life. For that reason, it was a fun, but also emotional experience writing this down. I would love to hear any feedback, whether that is praise or constructive criticisms, and I hope that I soon will be able to write more stories for you all. Enjoy!
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When I first met Mia, I was immediately captivated by her. She certainly was not the archetype of the conventionally hot college freshman, but then again, nothing about her would be described as conventional. She stood at about four foot ten, and couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds. While her face and body were unmistakably feminine, her style was somewhat masculine. She kept her raven hair high and tight, which had been given to her by her Mediterranean heritage in addition to her smooth olive skin. She was usually wearing jeans and flannel, and had a septum piercing through her button nose. She had a modest bust, but it was a look that worked well for her. However, the two features I found enthralling were her beautiful grin, which she wore continually, and her smoldering brown eyes, which seemed to, if it's not to cliche to say, pierce right through me. While she had a small stature, her personality was anything but. She was gregarious, fun-loving, and had a personality that most accurately could be described magnetic.
We met when we were in the same history class in the spring semester of our freshman year. Right away, I was head over heels. We had talked a couple of times, and while I had a huge crush on her, I was both nervous to make a move, and while I try not to make judgements based on appearance, hers lead me to believe there was a significant chance that she might have been gay. So when I saw her profile pop up on my tinder, I felt my heart jump a little bit. With a quick exhale, I swiped right. Then, the three most joy inducing words I could have seen popped up on my screen.
"It's a match!"
After a few minutes, I got a message.
"Hey whats up?"
"Not too much, how are you?" I wrote back.
"I'm doing good, just finished a project I've been working on for a few weeks :( Finally ready to get some much needed rest and relaxation"
"Congratulations!" I fired quickly. After taking a moment, I decided I had to make my move at some point. "Any chance you would like to relax with me over some dinner or a drink?" The pause that ensued, in reality, was probably no more than four or five minutes, but at the time it seemed to last near an hour. I paced from end to end of my dorm room and tried to calm myself by controlling my breathing. After all, romance had never been my specialty. I had dated a little in high school, and some in the beginning of the year, but when it came to people who I was really interested in, the success rate was essentially non-existent. As all of those failures played on repeat in my head, I saw those three dots appear on my screen.
"Yeah! How would Friday night work for you?"
I can say truly, I don't think that I have ever smiled more in my life than I did laying in bed that night, waiting for sleep that would never come.
When Friday finally came, after a few hours of nervous preparation, I went and met Mia in front of her dorm building. She flashed that beautiful smile and walked up to me, giving me a hug, which I happily reciprocated. She was in her typical uniform of loose jeans and an unbuttoned flannel with a black t shirt underneath. After exchanging some pleasantries, we began our walk to the Indian restaurant I had suggested. All throughout dinner, I couldn't help but stare into her eyes, laughing eagerly at all of her jokes, and trying my best to make her laugh. She was very kind, and indulged me with a chuckle at a few of my weaker punchlines. I was so enchanted by her company, I forgot to eat my meal. I paid, despite her feigning a polite protest, and we walked back to outside her dorm building. I looked down at her, smiling widely, hoping that she would give me some queue as to whether or not our night would end here. She smiled back, and opened her arms for a hug. "Not bad," I thought to myself, "I'll be happy to end the night on a hug." We embraced for an extended moment, as I gave a bit of a squeeze and noticed how her head barely rose to my chest. When we finally separated, she looked back up at me and gave me a wry smile.
"Do you want to come up for a quick drink?"
As much as I tried to play it cool, my facial muscles betrayed me, and with a dumb grin I replied,
"That sounds lovely."
We entered her room, the walls of which were adorned with some quirky drawings, a rainbow flag, and a string of white Christmas lights, as she suggested that we sit together on her bed. She reached underneath the bed frame, producing a bottle of whiskey, and after a few more moments of searching, pulled out two coffee mugs. We drank and laughed together for about an hour, with her occasionally giving me a playful punch on the arm, or me making some clumsy double entendre. There was a pregnant pause, and I felt the energy of the room change. I broke the silence by saying the words that were on my mind.
"I'm having a really great time tonight."
"Yeah," she replied, looking up and locking eyes, "me too."
We stared at each other, both of us wearing sheepish smiles, when I began to lean in. She did too, and our lips met in the middle. The kiss was electric, and I felt shivers running throughout my body at the contact. It was light at first, both of us testing to see how the other felt, then she let out a small moan, and placed her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer. I placed my hands on her hips, as the kissing became more aggressive, and our breathing grew heavier. She pulled herself on top of me, as I fell on my back, and she straddled me. My boldness growing with my arousal, I placed my hands firmly on her well toned and beautifully round ass, and gave a strong squeeze. Our lips parted for a moment as she smiled and gave a little giggle. My erection was becoming nearly painfully stiff, and flagrantly obvious. She began to grind her hips against mine slowly, and I did the same with a slightly quicker pace. She sat up, and biting her curled lips, while looking down at me, began to grind more aggressively. She moaned louder now, bucking her hips and breathing shallowly. I reached up and began to take off her shirt, a job which she happily finished for me. As she revealed her bare chest to me, she took her hands and gestured at her breasts, flashing me that broad smile and saying,
"Tada!"
We shared a quick laugh, and I then pulled her back down to me and resumed kissing her, while for the first time feeling and clutching her wonderfully pert breasts. She was extremely sensitive to my touch, shuddering as my fingers slowly traced around and lightly flicked her rigid nipples. I quickly sat up, and laid her on her back, reversing our position. I pulled my shirt over my head, threw it on the floor, then lunged down, and kissing and lightly sucking on her neck, I moved further south, to flick her nipple with my tongue. She nearly squealed with delight, and resumed bucking her hips wildly, looking for something to help ease the exquisite agony she was feeling between her thighs. Happy to oblige her, I slid my hand into her waistband and slowly eased my fingers down until they were barely touching her sex. Her hands gripped my hair, and she began throwing her hips up, desperate for some relief. After only a few seconds of teasing her with only slightly stroking her opening with my middle finger, she let out what sounded like a whimper. She was practically dripping at this point, so I briskly lifted my head, and slid my body further down the bed. I unbuttoned her jeans, and in one motion pulled them and her panties off of her legs, revealing her stunning pussy, crowned with a small strip of black hair. I positioned my head between her thighs, and only paused for a moment to look up at her. She looked back down at me with those bewitching eyes, as she nodded her assent. Not needing any more encouragement than that, with my arms wrapped around her legs, I pulled her closer, and began flicking and probing with my tongue. Almost as soon as I did this, she closed her eyes, and biting her lip, leaned her head back. I kept at it for a minute or two, when I then moved slightly higher, and began to lightly tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. In response, she arched her back, pushed my head in even closer, and let out a wail of ecstasy.
"Yes! Please, don't stop!" She panted, "I'm close!"
With a new vigor, I fishtailed my tongue at full speed. Her thighs began to put a light pressure on my head, as she grew louder and more desperate.
"Fuck! Please! Fuck, don't stop! I'm almost there! I'm so fucking close!"
