I’ve recently discovered this site and thought it would be fun to give writing my own story a try. The following is a true story about an experience I had. My name Is Heather and I am currently 25 years old. What I’m about to write about happened about 3 years ago when I was 22 years old.
I had been dating Steve, my boyfriend at the time, for about 6 months. We had a pretty good relationship, no complaints in the sex department. For a 22 year old woman I had probably an average number of partners and really hadn’t done anything too crazy, except for maybe the guy that liked to tie me up a little bit, but that is a story for another time.
Anyway Steve and I were out on this particular weekday night having a good time. I do not recall the exact occasion, perhaps a Monday night football game. We were out pretty late and had been doing a considerable amount of drinking. I know I was very tipsy and I was pretty sure Steve was as well. We finally managed to make it out of the bar and into Steve’s car. On the way to Steve’s apartment my head started to spin a little so I laid my head down in Steve’s lap as he drove. Steve reached down and started to run his hand through my red hair, instantly I felt the bulge in his crotch stiffen beneath me. I smiled to myself, knowing I was going to get lucky when we got back to his place (I get so horny when I drink!).
We arrived at Steve’s apartment complex and made our way inside. I walked up the stairs to Steve’s apartment with Steve right behind me. Suddenly I felt a hard pinch as Steve reached under my short skirt and gave me a hard pinch on my ass.
“Hey!” I exclaimed, turning around with a smile on my face.
“Shh! You’ll wake up Brian,” said Steve.
Brian was Steve’s roommate and he had a pretty good point since it was probably about 2:30 in the morning on a weeknight. I thought it was a bit strange though that Steve said this about as loud as I yelled. We were both pretty drunk though so I didn’t give it another thought.
I went to the couch and took a seat, turning on the television. Steve went to the refrigerator and returned with 2 beers, which neither of us needed, but we quickly drank them down anyway. As Steve finished his beer, he again reminded me in a rather loud voice to ‘keep it down’ due to the late hour.
Steve and I got comfy on the couch and we immediately started into some heavy petting. Steve reached over and started to run his fingers through my hair bending forward to brush his lips up against mine. I responded, being the lady that I am, by plunging my tongue deep into his mouth, kissing Steve passionately. Steve’s right hand came down from my hair, across my back and under my skirt onto my ass. He squeezed my tight ass firmly, pulling me closer towards him. I responded by climbing onto Steve’s lap and straddling him. I began to grind into Steve, our bodies only separated by the thin layer of my cotton panties and the fabric of Steve’s pants.
“Oh God Heather! You feel so fucking good!” said Steve as he slid his hands under my short skirt and grabbed my ass tightly. Meanwhile I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself, dry humping Steve. Steve reached up and undid the top few buttons of my blouse, reaching to grab my breast through my bra.
We continued like this for several minutes when I started to have a strange feeling. It was then that I realized that the hand on my breast was not Steve’s; he still had two hands on my ass. I stopped grinding and opened my eyes, slowly turning my head to see Steve’s roommate Brian standing next to me, his hand on my chest.
