My girlfriend Jen and I met at a party in college.
We were both juniors at the time, I was on the rugby team and she lived in the sorority house across the street from our "team house". It wasn't an official university-owned house, just some old colonial that had seen better days which 12 guys on the team rented from one of the local slumlords. It was rancid, with a massive basement and all the dust and detritus that comes from being occupied by 12 testosterone filled athletes in the prime of their youth.
I remember the moment I first saw Jen. We were having our annual "office hoes and ceos" party, and I was dressed in the rugby version of a CEO: short rugby shorts, a suit jacket, no shirt, and a tie.
The night was drifted along nicely, we took it in turns to work security at the door to keep too many random dudes from coming in, and collecting booze money from the guests who weren't close friends of the team. It was around 11:30ish and I was manning the door outside, which I kind of preferred on warm summer nights like that one; once a few hundred college kids crammed themselves into our shrine of debauchery it began to feel like a sauna.
I was about to finish my shift at the door when I saw her. To be fair, she was hard to miss.
Jen is 5 foot 6, with shoulder length brunette hair and soft brown eyes. That night she was wearing a very clingy dress shirt with about half the buttons undone, showing off the black lace bra and her perky handful-and-a-half tits, a striped pencil skirt that barely made it halfway down her athletic thighs and gorgeous ass, and dark thigh-high stockings.
In short, she was a fucking knock out, and she knew it. I remember when she first looked in my eyes I felt the kind of nervous butterflies I got back in middle school when I asked my neighbor's daughter Marilyn to our year-end dance.
I remember spending most of the night getting blackout drunk and marveling at the tits and ass surrounding me. There was the sporty redhead in the fuck-me heels and clingy sheer dress getting fingered right in the middle of the dance floor, the sorority sisters who decided they'd rather flash their tits than pay $5 at the door, and so many more. But I only had eyes for Jen. I lost track of her while I was tending bar, but caught up with her again in our basement/dance floor.
She was by far the sluttiest girl there, and was clearly enthralled with the two guys she had grinding up on either side of her. Her pencil skirt was basically wrapped around her waist at that point, and her blouse seemed to have lost even more buttons. From the strained looks on the guys faces it looked like they were having fun grinding their cocks against her. Seeing I had missed my opportunity, I went back upstairs to catch a smoke.
Sometime later, I remember we were in my room upstairs. I have no idea when she left the dance floor and her two dance partners, or how I got her to my room. I was properly sloshed by that point, and I can't imagine I did much more than drool, but somehow by 2 in the morning I was staring down at those brown eyes as she slurped my entire cock into her throat without any effort at all. It's not like I was massive, maybe 6 and a half inches and fairly girth on a good day, but I just remember thinking "this is what a fucking pornstar blowjob must feel like". She wasn't afraid to get sloppy either, and after about 15 minutes of deepthroating, her chin and perky tits were covered in saliva and precum. Thankfully, years of living in a house that regularly threw parties like this one meant I had a good amount of experience, and was able to hold off cumming too soon, but it was a very close call. My memory of that night is still hazy, but I do remember the way her pussy peaked out from underneath her perfect ass when she bent over for me to fuck her, and how wet she had felt, wetter and sloshier than any pussy i'd ever been in. And finally I remember the way she made me feed her my cum after I fucked her bareback. I remember how much her sluttyness turned me on, but I had no idea what I was in for.
After two years of dating, Jen and I were living together as I finished my masters. She had kept up her slutty ways throughout college, but I was sure she had never cheated on me. We would go to parties and clubs and dance, often with other partners, but we always ended up in each others arms at the end of the night. I know its weird, but I definitely enjoyed watching her slut-out on the dance floor with random guys. She loved to wear tight skirts and grind against them, and especially loved teasing me about how big and hard their cocks felt against her ass when I was inside her later that night. We even had a threesome one time with one of her sorority sisters named Lily. Watching her suck my cum out of Lily's shaved pussy is definitely a top 5 greatest memory.
Jen had a cum fetish for sure. She and I would fuck like rabbits, and then she'd send me naughty texts about how she could feel it running down her legs during her classes. One time she sent me a snapchat in the middle of a lecture hall, of her in my favorite black skirt of hers with 2 fingers knuckle deep in her creamy pussy. I remember marveling at how much of my cum was still inside her, enough to overflow and get pushed out by her fingers.
Eventually we finished undergrad and Jen was taking some time off to enjoy working before thinking about grad school while I got started straight away.
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One night in early spring, I was working on my thesis at my desk in our living room when Jen strolled in dressed in heels, one of her sluttiest skirts, and a tight white tank top with no bra.
"Hey babe!" she said, smiling flirtatiously. "Still working hard?"
"Almost finished actually!" I replied. "I've got about 4 more hours I think and then I'll be done with this revision."
"Wow! John I'm so proud of you!" she responded with a warm squeeze of my shoulder.
Taking a seat next to me, Jen reached down to play with my cock. She loved to distract me and took every opportunity she could to turn me .
"Any chance you can take a break to come out with me and the girls? We're gonna meet some Sig Phi guys for $5 pitcher night at the Corner." she said, referring to the local college dive a few blocks down the road.
"I'm really sorry babe but I think I need to pass." I responded, "I really just want to finish this so I can relax."
"Awww, okay." she said with an over exaggerated frown. "I promise not to be too naughty without you."
"No such thing." I replied, grinning as she sashayed out of the room, her tiny skirt revealing quick peeks of the beautiful peach ass hidden underneath.
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