One thing I've learned in my relative inexperience is that it is difficult to always do the right thing, or to even know what you think is the right thing is. My name is Colleen, and this is a story from a few years ago, my freshman year of college.
I had dated Michael throughout high school. We loved one another. Talked about everything. And took our first steps exploring sex together, from fondling and kissing to oral sex and in our junior years of high school we lost our virginities to one another. My parents were always very laid back about my dating, rather than being overprotective, and the distance they gave us when Michael came over and we would disappear into the basement to "watch movies" gave us the privacy we needed to explore.
And explore we did. Michael was the perfect partner for me as a curious and horny teenager. He was sweet and trustworthy, and I felt safe enough with him to explore my curiosities and kinks (which with my budding internet search skills were broadening rapidly). From light bondage and edging, spankings, dirty talk, play with candles and melted wax, and even some early dalliances with light exhibitionism, our last years of high school were a veritable wealth of early sexual exploration.
However, as college approached I knew our time together was coming to an end. I was interested in having experiences with girls and frankly, other men. I loved Michael, but he was not very traditionally masculine and when I watched porn videos with more muscular and hung men, I knew ultimately I wanted to experience some different things from where our journey had taken us thus far. We agreed in the summer before college to go our separate ways, both agreeing that a long distance relationship in our freshman year did not sound ideal. We remained friends as best we could, and in our first month at our respective colleges Michael invited me to visit for a party one weekend, I was happy to accept.
On the ride up I was excited about seeing another campus and reconnecting with Michael. His roommate, Ethan, was another friend of ours from back home, and after meeting me at the bus station we all drank a couple beers together in their dorm room before we went out to a big college keg party together. I kind of wanted to flirt with and tease Michael some at the party, but as the night went on he seemed distant and more attentive to his beer than he was to me. As a result, I ended up spending most of the night hanging out with Ethan, telling stories about life back home, flirting, and dancing some. Around 10pm Ethan let me know Michael was too drunk and he needed to get him home. He asked if I wanted to leave too, and as I looked around the party I realised I wasn't ready for the night to end. Ethan told me he would get Michael home safely and then walk back to the party to make sure I had someone to walk me home when I wanted to leave.
At this point I was feeling kind of tipsy myself, and was more touchy with Ethan than I needed to be, thanking him for being such a good friend to Michael, I placed my hand on his arm, and couldn't help but notice the size of his bicep. The difference between his muscles and Michael's caught me by surprise. I had always been able to see their difference in size but that doesn't compare the the firmness of a fit man's muscles against my soft skin. Ethan left to take Michael home and I danced with some girls and drank another red solo cup of beer while I waited for him to come back. He was gone less than thirty minutes and I greeted him with a hug and a cup of beer of his own when he got back. Before long we were dancing close together, and I could feel his hands all over my body, not being shy about brushing his fingers over my breasts or grinding himself into my bum as we danced. I could feel my body warming up and reacting to his advances, and the more we danced the hornier I could feel myself getting.
Before too long, we were kissing and making out as we danced. His hands were getting braver and I wasn't resisting. During one slow song where we were dancing very close, I could feel his fingers tracing my lips over my damp panties.
"It feels to me like you want to get out of here," he breathed into my ear as I held back a moan. "Is that right?"
I nodded at him and pressed my lips to his, eagerly parting his lips with my tongue in a needy kiss. Ethan squeezed my bum under my dress and said, "Grab your things and meet me out front, and if you want to come back with me I am going to fuck you all night."
