Sex Stories part II: My College ExperienceRemember that frie..
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 00:27:52 +0000 UTC
Sex Stories part II: My College ExperienceRemember that friend I mentioned that was really into me and told me not to talk to the woman who ended up being my first? Her and I never slept together. Years later we wanted to, but she lived halfway across the country. The woman I decided to start dating next was someone else, someone who was also really into me, but I just didn’t know it yet. I remember also having a thing for her. I also admired who she was and liked her personality. We had many shared interests and many things we agreed on when it came to life and how it should work. She shared many passions and the first love of my life. We ended up meeting each other during one of our breaks from college. I think she thought it was a joke at first. She didn’t believe I was into her because she tried for a long time to get with me- either romantically or physically and I always said “no”. I understood this and gave her a try. We went out on a few dates. Nothing ever happened with us. I think we may have made out a few times, but we both continued talking and we both were very interested in one another. A few weeks, or even months, passed and I asked her to be my GF. She said yes, but she felt uncomfortable because she knew I was sexually active before and she wasn’t. I agreed to take my time with her. We dated, I got to know her more and each time we hung out we kept doing more stuff. Making out evolved into hands in each other’s pants, and that evolved into mouths on the places the hands were. It was really hot and so was the buildup. She was the first person to have ever made me finish from going down on me and from using her hand. I’m usually not into that stuff being done to me that much because I like to be in control so when a woman asks, I always deny, but who could blame me. I loved her and what she was doing felt great. I remember her first time just as well as my first time. We were on her bedroom floor making out and I started to do everything we would always do. She told me that she believed that she was ready. We started and I took my time with her. I was patient because I cared about her and I didn’t want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable, but I knew she knew that I was in control. Every moan and breath she took as I went in and out of her led me closer and closer to finishing, but I didn’t. This moment was for her, and I wanted her to enjoy it and experience what she needed to. Have you ever heard the expressing “screwing like animals”? Or something along those lines. Well, that’s exactly what we did. That summer, after my second semester, we had so much alone time. We had sex just about every day we could, multiple times. We experimented with each other, and both got very comfortable with each other and our bodies. I remember getting off at most four times a day and her even more. I wanted her to finish as much as possible. How she would orgasm light my brain up more than anything as ever done before. I was making her feel good across her body and it showed because of how she would shake uncontrollably when she finished. Watching her do that was my new favorite thing and, looking back, I realized it still is because of her. I seek pleasure in others feeling pleasure because of me. I was just in love with her, her body, and being able to make her finish. The summer ended. We couldn’t lie in bed all day watching tv shows and fucking anymore. We were attending different schools... I started a new semester, and I continued to date her thoughts. I always stayed loyal to her, even though I would touch myself daily. It was pretty bad. I would be in my dorm or my dorm’s locker room on a regular basis. I remember once I was touching myself and, in the stalls, next to TWO other dudes who were also doing the same thing. I would always try my hardest to be quiet, but it was always a race for me because I did not want to hear them finish. I’d finish, but I wouldn’t clean up, I don’t know why. I would here later down the hall someone yelling “who’s j*zz is this?!” I’d peak my head out. “What the fuck. He needs to learn to clean that up.” They never knew it was me though... The semester ended and I was closing in on almost a year with my girlfriend. I ended things with her because I wanted to explore different things and see different people. Looking back, I wish I had stayed. I thought I could feel the attraction that I felt with her in another woman and experience the same things. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t realize that a woman like her was very rare to find. I started to meet up with different women here and there but never anything more come of it- even though they all wanted something more. I was chasing the feeling of my dick and listening to it more than my head or my heart. Funny how your body only flows to one organ when you’re that age. I remember what the woman who was my first would say to me, “it’s a shame you haven’t shared your dick with more woman.” And that’s what I was doing, sharing my cock around with woman. I realize as I’m typing that, you’re probably thinking the women I slept with was increasing tenfold by the week, but actually, it was probably only like 3 women. Two summers later, I was just about to start my third year of college, and I realized I still really loved the woman I spent that summer with and so, I hit her up. She seemed really excited to hangout again. She didn’t want to have sex at the time. It’s as if she was more emotionally mature than I was at the time, but despite me agreeing with her, we picked up right where we left off. She would come over every so often and her and my roommates would all hangout. Later we’d go to my room and have sex. Sometimes even when they were still in the living room. We’d excuse ourselves, get our nuts off and then resume hanging out with everyone. It was wild. Towards the end of summer, she told me that she’d be transferring to the school I was attending. We both agreed to see each other more. The semester with her ended up being exactly what you thought it would be. Lots of sex, and a lot of her trying to get back with me. That semester I started a new show for the first time and it was very reminiscent of when we’d watch shows a few summers ago. We would watch a few scenes, pause, then fuck, the resume, then fuck, etc. We both got so good at it. She was a pro at being onto too. The only woman to have ever made me finish from being on top. She broke my dorm bed frame once because she was so adamant about making me finish inside of her. I remember fucking in the private bathroom when my roommate was sleeping, waking her up just to finger her and, hell, even fucking her when my roommate was in the room- knowing damn well he was watching and touching himself. But I was on my old BS and told her I wanted to just be friends, and I tried again to sleep with other women. It wasn’t until she told me that she slept with someone else that I got jealous. No one can fuck her as good as me and so I told her I wanted her again. This behavior lasted all semester and looking back, I can’t believe I dropped the ball twice. The following semester I’d later get another opportunity to be with her, but I wanted sex, and at that point in her life, she was too confident in herself and who she was a woman to continue to be used by me. I remember once I picked her up from a party and took her back to my place. We started making out, which she said was fine, but when pressed about sleeping together she was very stern about not wanting to, and for some reason, when she told me “no”, I felt bad. She doesn’t want me like that anymore. I drove her back to her place in silence. Looking back, all these years later, I realized that I was in love with her and the way I was expressing my love for her was through sex. I felt betrayed because I didn’t understand that at the time. If I were older, I know I would have treated her differently. To this day, I know that she believes that all I wanted from her was sex (that I didn’t love her), and to this day I believe she’s still very upset towards me because of it. In reality, I was just trying to love someone the best way I knew how to at the time- making her feel euphoric. If I just would have apologized and told her this in the moment driving her back, told her my feelings, we could probably still be together- but I can’t think that way. From that moment on I realized that I knew what I was doing in the bedroom (lake, on the beach, in a car in a parking lot, or in a theatre). I knew how to make a woman feel good and I knew that if I were to do that with any woman, they would have a very real chance of getting attached to me. Her going home and saying “no” to me made me reflect on my past sexual experiences. The only time my first told me she loved me was during sex and her goal was to always finish. Everyone woman who I slept with after her has always wanted something more with me, or at the very least, to see me again. I’ve been called- even to this day- egotistical for saying stuff like that but it’s the bitter truth. It’s more of a curse than a blessing. I wish I could sleep with someone without them getting attached to me. I had to try something different and so I did...
