Sex Storys

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Sex Storys

3 Real Sex Storys Part 1

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Sex-Story 1

So, a bit of background. This guy and I (we'll call him S) went to grad school together and undergrad before that. We're music students and I taught him lessons last Fall. Before that, I certainly knew him; we saw each other around a lot and had tons of mutual friends, but we had never really talked. Over the course of our lessons together I found that S is fucking cool and we're into a lot of the same shit. On top of that, he's hot as fuck. He's the department heartthrob. If you asked anyone in the music department at our school who the hottest guy is, 9 out of 10 times they are going to say S. He's just one of those beautiful people with a great bone structure, gorgeous eyes, a nice smile, and kissable lips. It’s really not fair. Plus he's tall and has sexy, masculine shoulders and arms that I definitely stared at any time he wore a short-sleeve shirt to lessons. And he plays guitar. He's got it all, I swear. I had to appreciate his attractiveness from a distance in the Fall because we were both in committed, long term relationships. But that doesn't mean I didn't think about sitting on his face and bouncing on his dick when I was alone with my vibrator.

Fast forward to February. Completely coincidentally, we are both freshly single and bonded over how shitty that feels. Me, being the horny asshole I am, couldn't resist the urge to make moves on him. My "moves" were admittedly pretty lame, it pretty much consisted of me trying to sit close to him when I could and sometimes (this is scandalous) I would absently rest my hand on his leg. Then I would go home and lose sleep worrying that he thought I was a gross weirdo. Despite my crippling self-doubt and overthinking, my horny ass still tried flirting with him every chance I could get. I swear I felt some chemistry from him too, but I was also pretty sure I was delusional considering he is far out of my league. Anyways. There was one night where we went drinking with some friends. S and his roommate/our mutual friend got pretty buzzed and I really hadn't had anything to drink, so I offered to drive them home in the roommate's SUV. Which conveniently gave me no way to get to my apartment, heh. I pulled out all my best moves that night. Had my hand on his leg like a fucking champ. I even laid down next to him while we were watching Youtube videos with our friend. What can I say, I'm a godless heathen. Eventually, his friend fell asleep. I got bold and moved a little closer into him, making sure my cleavage was on display for him. He started to rub my back. First off, it was an amazing back rub. Secondly, it made me extremely horny and I could feel my heartbeat speeding up. This was the first real validation of the chemistry I felt between us and it was both exhilarating. I talked to him about stupid shit for a while, but eventually, he said this:

"Listen, you wanna go to my room?"

I'll never forget hearing those words, in his voice. He had this cute little smirk when he said it, his arms wrapped around me, my body pressed against him. We went into his room and I just sat on the bed, too shy to say or do anything, but I could feel my panties clinging to my wet pussy, which was throbbing in anticipation. I could feel my heart beating in my chest and my cheeks warming up. I took off my jeans, shimmying them down and ensuring that he had a good view of my ass (what little there is of it). I slipped into bed next to him. He said, "Don't mind my boner". At this point, I think I was dripping. It is fucking mindblowing to me that a mousy, average person like me could give a guy like S a boner. It made me feel sexy for one of the first times in my life. He started kissing me and it was as good as I imagined it would be. His lips were warm, soft and gentle. He was so sensual and used the perfect amount of tongue. I could feel his dick pressing and grinding against my body. He unhooked my bra without any fumbling at all, which I found oddly hot. I was nervous and embarrassed for him to see me fully naked; I was worried he wouldn't like what he saw, but he just looked me over with a smile on his face. I could feel him drinking me in. His hands roaming my curves, his hot breath and tongue dancing over the most sensitive parts of my neck, he was driving me insane and he hadn't even touched my pussy yet. "What do you like?" He whispered into my ear. I was so turned on by the question I couldn't give a proper response. I'm pretty sure I said that I would like anything he wanted to do to me. That's still true.