Where it happened: my dorm room in college
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I tried to ignore it at first. The tension, that is. But after all, we were living together so any such avoidance was impossible. There had been moments when we were standing close and almost kissed, and we were always partners for various drinking games. Naturally, as I guest-shot in beer pong, took my turn in Kings and dominated at Civil War with Ben by my side, my mind wandered, and I could tell his did too.
We had lived together for about two and a half, maybe three months before it really started. Ben and I and my best female friend had been essentially the Three Musketeers of our living space, which we shared with about 18 other freshmen. We all were a fairly tight family with just a few kinks, but we were inseparable.
So of course my friend had noticed Ben and my mutual attraction, and of course she acted on it. I remember the day she called me out.
“You like Ben!”
“Yes, but I can’t do anything about it! After all, we live together!”
Little did I know…
My best friend talked to Ben and found out, to nobody’s surprise, that he felt the same way about me. But we both also felt any possible action was potential for awkwardness, and we wanted to maintain the family feel of our small entry of 21 students. But the following weekend, Ben and I sat closer together and texted more than ever. And or some asinine reason, we cared not that we were in the middle of the common room, and not alone.
That weekend, we made out for the first time in my room. After the first kiss I smiled and said, “I had wanted to do that for a long time,” and he agreed. This went on for about two weeks, and then one night, after “celebrating” my appointment to the editorial board of the college newspaper, we skipped the kissing, and before I knew it, we were both naked after undressing one another, and he was asking if I had a condom. I had been thinking the same thing! And yes, I had one.
But that night didn’t work out as smoothly as we had wanted it too. And in fact, the next two attempts didn’t, either. We had tried to have sex a few times, and quite enthusiastically, I might add, but the mechanics weren’t there. Trust me, he was more than READY and so was I, but, both virgins, the positioning and everything was just something we had to work on. Of course, it helped that we were great friends before all this, so we meanwhile entertained ourselves with hearty self-deprecation.
When it did happen, I was supposed to be working on my final English paper, but I had a rare case of writer’s block and continued to procrastinate whenever Ben came into my room to chat and cuddle throughout the day. Day grew into night and I had less than three of the requisite ten pages written. And I had a psychology final the next morning. Finals week had not been that enjoyable. But soon it was.
We were on my bed around 11 at night, talking deeply, philosophically, intelligently, and then (this is pretty common with us actually), started making out. Before long it intensified and I realized this could go quite far.
“But I should be doing schoolwork,” I protested. “I hardly got anything done today.” He hadn’t, either, and I knew exactly why. I remember Ben giving me that playfully devious, sexy smile and teasing, “Schoolwork? I thought you gave that up a while ago?” And when I would say something in response, he would touch me where I couldn’t help but forget everything.
Suddenly I wanted to lose the clothes, but I knew I had work to do. When I tried to protest, Ben silenced my worries with a kiss. He was on top of me and I minded not in the slightest. But it wasn’t fair for him to torture me with carefully calculated finger strokes between my legs, not when I was so vulnerable like this, at least. So I took the upper hand, quite literally. I reached up toward the bulge in his jeans that was oh so strategically placed above my hips. I took a firm hold and just explored at will, and suddenly HE was the one protesting.
“So now you know how it feels,” I teased, reaching for his belt buckle. He grabbed my hand.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
I slid my hands under his white tee shirt and forced it off his back. I threw it on the floor and traced his spine with my pinkie nail.
“I dunno if we can do this now,” he half-gasped.
“Listen,” I began, pushing us both to our knees. “If we do this now…we can study later, and we’ll both be able to concentrate better.” And I preempted his rebuttal with a passionate kiss which, of course, led to more.
His hands were underneath my top and to speed things up, I shed the shirt. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Smiling shyly, I looked up at him as he touched me. He reached for the hem of the spandex leggings I was wearing an tucked a finger inside. My smile encouraged him, and, all of a sudden visibly ravenous, he stripped them down my legs. I quickly pulled off my panties and, completely nude, sat on the bed before him. We locked eyes or rather, my eyes foreshadowed what my hands were about to enact.
“It’s your turn.”
Fingers trembling, I undid his belt buckle and with a crisp “whoosh,” slid the thin leather strap free of its loops. I pushed Ben onto his back and we both helped to slide his jeans down his legs. I lifted the hem of his boxers and grasped his fully erect member with my palm. I moved, up and down, up and down, and spent the time locking lips with him, too. And sometimes, catching me off guard, he would devote the same kind of attention to my hardened nipples or outstretched neck. He was so hard, and obviously so ready. I was ready too, but apparently he wanted to see for himself.
He reached an exploratory finger between my thighs and played with my outer lips a while, as my breathing kicked up a notch. I was still handling him, and he was about to reciprocate. I got a little louder and he slipped inside me and caressed the damp folds, slowly. Then he dipped in and out, in and out, and above it all, we still kissed. With his tongue lapping inside my mouth and his finger mimicking the action down below, I started gasping louder, moaning slightly, and he could tell he was in control. At some point I stopped handling him, and was oblivious to all but what was now his furious finger pumping inside me, and I wanted the real thing so badly! His dusky gaze was glued to my heavy eyes as I started to lose control. I could feel a wave building, and I rode it over the edge as Ben looked on.
I pulled him closer to me, and soon we were locked in embrace. I leaned toward his ear.
“Let’s do it now,” I suggested. “It’s going to work tonight. I know it; I just know it.”
“Are you sure?” he whispered back.
“Yes.”
But we didn’t have a condom in my room so, scrambling frantically, I threw on shorts and a his tee shirt and went to Ben’s where I grabbed two from his top drawer. I hustled back to my room, where Ben was, in my bed.
“Got it,” I announced proudly. I came to the edge of the bed, and held one out to him teasingly. He tried to take it from me and I held back with a coy smile.”
“You said you wanted this…”
“I do!”
He looked at me.
“You want lay down?”
“Absolutely.”
I stripped off his shirt to the sound of his groan of approval, and let him take care of the shorts, and the condom. Once it was on, I lay back and pulled him on top of me.
“Ok, I’m ready.”
“Ok.”
I grasped his member and positioned him at my entrance, raised my hips. It took a few tries, but we stuck with it, he told me to relax and I did, and then he pushed into me. At first I was too surprised to say anything, but then I cried out. It hurt! I hadn’t been with anyone else, so I had no idea how big he really was.
“Go slowly,” I cautioned. He did, at first.
After a few minutes, after I had gotten a bit used to his smooth pumping, he worked into a faster pace and I held onto his shoulders and back for support. My breathing intensified and his did too, and in a mix of pain and pleasure, I wrapped my legs around his lower body and forced him further. With a few final, forceful strokes, he finished, and although I didn’t orgasm, I felt pretty amazing myself. Mostly I was happy it had worked this time!
I couldn’t contain myself.
“I’m so happy for you!” I ran my fingers through his hair.
Ben smiled. “I’m happy for US.”
So am I, and I plan on being happy for us for a long, long time.
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