Where it happened: College (dorm)
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was a 19 year old sophomore, closing in on 20. There was this girl, Karen, in the next “house” (the dorm was divided into “houses,” with separate staffs; all the houses were connected via the ground level). She was a nursing student. She had a boyfriend back home, with whom she was sexually active. But all year long we’d been buddies, hanging out, &, on weekends, getting drunk and making out. Just a few nights before the school year ended, we tumbled into bed and things went further than usual. Suddenly our clothes were off and I had my face between her legs. I had no idea what I was doing, but somehow got the job done. She didn’t take me in her mouth but gave me a hand job. I was elated! But I was still a virgin. The same thing happened the next day. This time I performed with a bit more confidence. Afterward, she said she could hardly wait till the following night, which was our last night together. I asked if I should get some condoms. She said no. She was guilty about cheating on her boyfriend, but not so guilty she didn’t want to have some fun. The next night arrived. Her roommate had left for the summer. The dorm was half empty. I could have left that day, too, but chose to stay behind. I can’t remember now, but I probably did poorly on my final exams. Anyway, we drank some 7 & 7s & were hanging out in her room. She was very drunk. She threw the empty booze bottle out the 3rd floor window. We laughed. We kissed. We took off our clothes. She asked if I’d gone to the pharmacy. What? She’d told me not to! Oh well, she said. You can do it, but make sure to pull out. Hallelujah! I didn’t last long, I was so excited. Probably about 5 minutes. It felt frickin’ great. I’m sure she didn’t come. Somehow I managed to pull out & spray onto her belly. We passed out soon thereafter. The next morning, I loaded up my mother’s station wagon on the street directly below Karen’s dorm room. She had gone, but the shards of glass remained on the sidewalk. We saw each other twice over the summer, but she didn’t break up with her boyfriend. Foolishly, I remained friends with her. I was madly in love. Thank God it didn’t work out.
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