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Preface
As an incoming freshman after serving in the military, Mike is a few years older than the rest of the frogs class but lives in a dorm on campus. After graduating from a college a few hours away, I decided to relocate with my BFF who's starting the intense MBA program here.
A food delivery side hustle is perfect for one new college student and one fresh grad trying to start her own business and working several jobs to fund the new venture.
In this true story, somehow we end up at the same small college town bar with our separate friend groups. I think Mike mentioned where he would probably be and maybe even suggested that we join them, but the town is so small it could’ve just as easily been chance.
The First Time
Usually, I see him in a baseball cap, with the identifiable, brightly-colored uniform polo shirt at work, but tonight his red hair is gloriously free and sans ballcap. I already know he has well-defined arms under the grey t-shirt he's wearing, because I *might* have noticed them (and his nicely-shaped ass) at work.
Finding Mike and his friend Steve at the bar, my roommate Heather and her fellow MBA candidate Joy, order the first round of our drinks. Amaretto Sour for me, please. Heather has long light brown hair, an hourglass figure with a bra size several alphabet letters past DD, and she has a habit of sticking those huge tits into people's faces like an offering or a challenge, and she has sex with any guy who shows interest. We are as close as sisters but she wants whatever I have, and has pretty much taken it, Every. Single. Time. If things go well with Mike tonight, I may have to get primeval on her. Anyway, this story isn’t about her.
I try flirting with Mike and simultaneously concentrate on what he is saying while standing shoulder-to-shoulder in a jam-packed bar when a basket of peanuts is placed in front of us. I try cracking open each peanut to have something to do with my hands until I realize that I'm far too nervous talking to Mike and so I give up breaking them open, electing to suck on the salty shells while trying to look casual while my brain is like:
"He is turning me ON and his sexual energy is getting me soooo HOT"
"Hope he doesn't notice my hands trembling"
"I wonder what his naked ass looks like... he fills those jeans so nicely!"
"Hope Heather stays distracted (yay, Steve)!"
Yeah. That's a lot of thinking. I like to frame it as an "active interior life" and hope the look on my face reflects a vapid, yet intensely interested expression for Mike that conveys something along the lines of a "Gee, I would really like to fuck you" vibe.
We all move to the pool tables and then play a few rounds of darts. I'm drinking more than usual...failing at tying the darn cherry stem in a knot with my tongue. So much for impressing Mike with what my talented tongue can do. Sigh. It doesn't take me much to get tipsy, whereas Mike is drinking at a steady pace, and so far he seems fine. I switch to beer so I can busy myself peeling off the label after the beer bottle develops a healthy amount of condensation. This also gives a good excuse to suggestively move my mouth up and down the neck of the bottle and give Mike sultry fuck-me eyes. Thank you, liquid courage!
At this point in the evening, Mike begins touching me during our conversations. Just subtle things. His hand briefly on my arm and then his hand brushing mine now and then, moving a curly loose strand of hair behind my ear. I reciprocate, touching his fingers and tug his arm to accentuate a point in our conversation while we flirt and laugh. He put his hand on the small of my back on the way to the pool tables. Every spot he touches my body pulsates in the place where his hand just left, and the fire his physical touch ignites is lingering, even after his hand is gone from me. He’s close enough to me now to catch a whiff of his enticing musk, and he smiles -- his attention and those fascinating ocean-blue eyes are fully on me as he seems completely unaffected by Heather. She is even inserting herself (big tits first) into our conversation... annnd there's her damn charisma! Noooo! Did she just make flirty doe eyes at Mike AGAIN? She DID! He politely deflects her advance, turning his attention, and those stunning blue eyes, back to me as my stomach jumps with excitement and butterflies.
My decision is made, and I am past ready to find somewhere to go alone with Mike. I want to kiss this man and have hot, hard, pounding sex with him. Up against the wall, in a bed...hell! In the bar, so everyone can watch...it doesn't even matter, now that I am all IN. Suddenly, I find myself somewhat tipsily (maybe slurring a lil) reassuring my roommate that "I am FINE. Yes, I am goooood, I PROMISE." Yes, I say. "I am going to fuck him and I hope it is long and hard. Yes, I will find my own way home." Mike is MINE tonight!
Walking (weaving) to his dorm, we lean on each other, laughing and joking around the whole way. Upon arrival at Mike's dorm, there are other residents around and he speaks to a few in the common area as we try to seem really nonchalant while he slowly backs me into his room and (FINALLY) closes the door behind him, locking it with an audible CLICK!
I start giggling, but his mouth comes down to cover mine with blazing, branding kisses, and when his T-shirt comes off his nicely crafted body, my pussy twinges and my panties get more damp. Mike's hand comes up and fondles a breast as my knees weaken. Vaguely I wonder if my overflowing C-cup tits with large areolas and pencil eraser nipples will turn him on... or is he a leg and ass guy? Since we only know each other from work, and the only time we have spent together so far is at our place of employment plus the bar tonight, we just don’t know each other very well, but *I* sure am looking forward to learning more... like what he is hiding under those jeans. I reach out tentatively to feel the hardness those jeans are encasing and he seems more than ready. I want more NOW.
Do you want more NOW? Cum back...spoiler alert: it is hot, sexy and there is a lot of cumming.
As an incoming freshman after serving in the military, Mike is a few years older than the rest of the frogs class but lives in a dorm on campus. After graduating from a college a few hours away, I decided to relocate with my BFF who's starting the intense MBA program here.
A food delivery side hustle is perfect for one new college student and one fresh grad trying to start her own business and working several jobs to fund the new venture.
In this true story, somehow we end up at the same small college town bar with our separate friend groups. I think Mike mentioned where he would probably be and maybe even suggested that we join them, but the town is so small it could’ve just as easily been chance.
The First Time
Usually, I see him in a baseball cap, with the identifiable, brightly-colored uniform polo shirt at work, but tonight his red hair is gloriously free and sans ballcap. I already know he has well-defined arms under the grey t-shirt he's wearing, because I *might* have noticed them (and his nicely-shaped ass) at work.
Finding Mike and his friend Steve at the bar, my roommate Heather and her fellow MBA candidate Joy, order the first round of our drinks. Amaretto Sour for me, please. Heather has long light brown hair, an hourglass figure with a bra size several alphabet letters past DD, and she has a habit of sticking those huge tits into people's faces like an offering or a challenge, and she has sex with any guy who shows interest. We are as close as sisters but she wants whatever I have, and has pretty much taken it, Every. Single. Time. If things go well with Mike tonight, I may have to get primeval on her. Anyway, this story isn’t about her.
I try flirting with Mike and simultaneously concentrate on what he is saying while standing shoulder-to-shoulder in a jam-packed bar when a basket of peanuts is placed in front of us. I try cracking open each peanut to have something to do with my hands until I realize that I'm far too nervous talking to Mike and so I give up breaking them open, electing to suck on the salty shells while trying to look casual while my brain is like:
"He is turning me ON and his sexual energy is getting me soooo HOT"
"Hope he doesn't notice my hands trembling"
"I wonder what his naked ass looks like... he fills those jeans so nicely!"
"Hope Heather stays distracted (yay, Steve)!"
Yeah. That's a lot of thinking. I like to frame it as an "active interior life" and hope the look on my face reflects a vapid, yet intensely interested expression for Mike that conveys something along the lines of a "Gee, I would really like to fuck you" vibe.
We all move to the pool tables and then play a few rounds of darts. I'm drinking more than usual...failing at tying the darn cherry stem in a knot with my tongue. So much for impressing Mike with what my talented tongue can do. Sigh. It doesn't take me much to get tipsy, whereas Mike is drinking at a steady pace, and so far he seems fine. I switch to beer so I can busy myself peeling off the label after the beer bottle develops a healthy amount of condensation. This also gives a good excuse to suggestively move my mouth up and down the neck of the bottle and give Mike sultry fuck-me eyes. Thank you, liquid courage!
At this point in the evening, Mike begins touching me during our conversations. Just subtle things. His hand briefly on my arm and then his hand brushing mine now and then, moving a curly loose strand of hair behind my ear. I reciprocate, touching his fingers and tug his arm to accentuate a point in our conversation while we flirt and laugh. He put his hand on the small of my back on the way to the pool tables. Every spot he touches my body pulsates in the place where his hand just left, and the fire his physical touch ignites is lingering, even after his hand is gone from me. He’s close enough to me now to catch a whiff of his enticing musk, and he smiles -- his attention and those fascinating ocean-blue eyes are fully on me as he seems completely unaffected by Heather. She is even inserting herself (big tits first) into our conversation... annnd there's her damn charisma! Noooo! Did she just make flirty doe eyes at Mike AGAIN? She DID! He politely deflects her advance, turning his attention, and those stunning blue eyes, back to me as my stomach jumps with excitement and butterflies.
My decision is made, and I am past ready to find somewhere to go alone with Mike. I want to kiss this man and have hot, hard, pounding sex with him. Up against the wall, in a bed...hell! In the bar, so everyone can watch...it doesn't even matter, now that I am all IN. Suddenly, I find myself somewhat tipsily (maybe slurring a lil) reassuring my roommate that "I am FINE. Yes, I am goooood, I PROMISE." Yes, I say. "I am going to fuck him and I hope it is long and hard. Yes, I will find my own way home." Mike is MINE tonight!
Walking (weaving) to his dorm, we lean on each other, laughing and joking around the whole way. Upon arrival at Mike's dorm, there are other residents around and he speaks to a few in the common area as we try to seem really nonchalant while he slowly backs me into his room and (FINALLY) closes the door behind him, locking it with an audible CLICK!
I start giggling, but his mouth comes down to cover mine with blazing, branding kisses, and when his T-shirt comes off his nicely crafted body, my pussy twinges and my panties get more damp. Mike's hand comes up and fondles a breast as my knees weaken. Vaguely I wonder if my overflowing C-cup tits with large areolas and pencil eraser nipples will turn him on... or is he a leg and ass guy? Since we only know each other from work, and the only time we have spent together so far is at our place of employment plus the bar tonight, we just don’t know each other very well, but *I* sure am looking forward to learning more... like what he is hiding under those jeans. I reach out tentatively to feel the hardness those jeans are encasing and he seems more than ready. I want more NOW.
Do you want more NOW? Cum back...spoiler alert: it is hot, sexy and there is a lot of cumming.