My junior year of college changed everything. At a time when you're supposed to be finding yourself, your direction, mine was dictated to me. It's defined my actions for a good 15 years since then. I guess I'll get to it.
I'll spare you the whole background, it doesn't matter who I was, just who I became.
I lived off campus in Rhode Island for the first time. I had two roommates who were considered close friends. We had a blast, booze, broads, the works. The girl I was dating had just recently broke up with me and we held a 'returning to the wild' type party for me. After way too many shots and a few bong rips I was pretty out of it. It was past the point of even trying to hook up with anyone. I resigned myself to going to bed alone (which seemed to be a regular occurrence, even while I was dating her).
I said goodnight to some friends and started the seemingly endless journey to my bed. Stumbling up the stairs, I knew tomorrow would suck. I had no idea.
After a brief rest against the hallway wall, I finally reached my room. The door was closed, which was normal when we hosted parties. After fumbling with the knob I pushed my way into my room. I was too drunk to be shocked, too stoned to care, but there on my bed was a couple going at it.
"Shut the door dude," he yelled as this anonymous girl was riding the hell out of him. I just stood there, transfixed on her ass wildly bouncing up and down. She looked back at me and reiterated, "In or out."
Slowly regaining my surroundings I took a half of a step inside and finally got the door closed. I was transfixed by her, she was gorgeous. I'd never get a girl like that in my room by myself. I fumbled with my shirt, and before I could even get it over my head I tripped and landed next to the bed.
I can still hear her laugh. I stayed there on the floor, trying desperately to get my clothes off. For the next few minutes it was like I wasn't even there. They just kept going at it on my bed.
In what seemed like a magical move at the time, he went from below her to on top of her in a heartbeat. He was in total control, while I gave up on even trying to get fully undressed.
She was unbelievable and he was a specimen too. I couldn't believe I was getting a live sex show. I reached out to fondle one of her perfect tits while she was pounded into submission. He immediately swatted my hand away.
She looked down at me and I could see the pleasure in her eyes. "Fuck me, fuck me," she kept repeating. It was directed towards him, but it was soft enough where only I could hear. He just kept going, picking up speed. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and repositioned himself even more on top of her. She was getting unmercifully fucked and it was amazing. I've never been with a girl like that and, up to that point, I thought it only happened in porn.
He acknowledged me for the first time in a while, "See how much she loves this dick? Tell him baby. Tell him how much you love this dick."
