I was a bit bummed out after date #70, wondering if my search for a FWB would be as fruitless and frustrating as my regular dating attempts. So I was sat on the couch later that night swiping through Tinder when a new match popped up. Damn. She was a pretty young thing. I didn’t get too excited; I’d had similar matches before and they all petered out.
Not this one though… we were barely a couple of minutes into chatting before she asked “when are you free?” I said it was too bad we didn’t match earlier because I was free that night. (It was nearly 10 PM by that point.)
“Conveniently I’m also free tonight,” she replied.
Me: “Are you now… well if it’s not too late for you, I’m down to meet somewhere.”
Her: “Your place?”
Whoa, what? Were we really moving this fast? My guard went up. “That’s an idea,” I said. “You don’t want to meet me somewhere public first, make sure I’m not a psycho or anything?”
Her: “Honestly I’m really just looking for sex.” I sat bolt upright with a very surprised erection. Well, shit. Maybe my luck was about to change. Was this for real though? I was about to find out.
“lol works for me. I’m okay with you coming over if that’s what you want to do. Let’s do it,” I said, despite my better judgment. Once again the smaller of my two heads prevailed. She was a student at the local university and didn’t have a car, so I gave her my address and she ordered herself an Uber. In the meantime I made a mad dash around my house, showering and cleaning and securing my valuables.
She arrived a half-hour later and I was all ready for her. I opened the door and she looked just like her pictures. We exchanged greetings and she informed me that she’d just had her tits pierced so they were off-limits. Dammit… and I’m such a boob guy too. “But we can do everything else,” she added.
“Not a problem,” I said. “Shall we get to it?” She smirked and rolled her eyes and headed off to my bedroom in response. Well, it looked like we were doing this! She was already sat on my bed by the time I got through the door. If you’d told me a couple hours earlier that there’d be a smoking hot girl on my bed, I never would have believed it. It was totally surreal.
I took a seat next to her and leaned in to kiss her. In a flash she was in my lap, straddling me and grabbing me everywhere – fistfuls of hair, cupping my face, seizing my back and shoulders and neck. I was getting super hard, especially when she started tugging on the bottom of my shirt. She rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her, sliding one hand down the front of my pants to feel me. Clothes were quickly shed and my face went in between her legs. I certainly didn’t need any encouragement, but she was mashing my face into her pussy and arching her hips towards me. She was so wet it dripped off my chin and left puddles on the sheets.
And she liked it rough. With other girls, one finger inside was always enough, but she wanted a second and then a third. Wowzers. She was also into spanking. Smack. Harder. Smack! Harder. SMACK. HARDER! I hit her so hard that my handprint was visible and the slaps echoed off the walls. Hair pulling? You betcha, and she kept indicating more force. Then she wanted me to choke her. I wrapped both hands around her throat while I fucked her, and she kept gasping for me to choke her harder until she could barely articulate the words. Jesus Christ.
Unsurprisingly she was also a biter. Not just my lips and tongue, but my dick went into her mouth a few times and I had bite marks there as well. Ouch. Finally I had to tell her to ease up a little, but not before she gave me my first hickey ever. I proudly sported it the next day, hoping that at least one person would comment on it and I could just raise my eyebrows and give a sly smile in reply. No such luck, but in any case we were at it for two hours that night and I felt like a new man the next morning. Suddenly it seemed as if anything – and anyone – was possible.
We went for Round Two this past weekend, and it was even hotter – not least of all because her tits were open for business this time. I went to town on them and her lady parts. As usual I did my best to make sure she was satisfied. Damn this girl is horny as all get out. She never seems to get enough and I can barely keep up with her. Going to have to work on my stamina. After going through a few condoms we just lay there sweaty and tangled up in the bedsheets.
“Are you really 19?” I asked.
“So you like older guys?”
She laughed. “Obviously.”
Goddamn though… where the hell was this when I was in college? I guess I’m making up for it now. And this certainly makes up for the nonsense with #68. This time she stayed the night, much to my delight. I woke up with her arms and legs wrapped around me and her hands stroking my member. She did it with such a soft touch that it was driving me crazy, and it wasn’t long before I was inside her again, picking up where we’d left off the night before. She hooked her arms under mine and grabbed my back and my ass as I pounded her, whimpering into my ear how good it felt.
Needless to say I didn’t last long after that.
College Girl is not one for conversation. Like… at all, unless it’s to tell me to go harder and faster. Either she’s determined to keep things strictly sexual, or she’s just really shy otherwise. Once you get her behind closed doors, though, she’s a wild animal. Tinder really came through for me this time, after having had zero luck in the past. Now we’re working on setting up Round 3, hopefully within the next few days.
The anticipation is killing me…