The Most Erotic Night Of My Life

I’m writing to tell you the story of the most erotic night of my life.

I was barely 21 years old and a senior in college. It was September 1990 and we, Lisa and I, were drunk. Not the incoherent falling over kind of drunk, but the kind of drunk that leaves you happy and amorous. It’s also the kind of drunk where things happen because inhibitions are down. It was time to take action on those obvious attractions everyone knows is there but no one talks about.

Our building sensual tension was like climbing a mountain. We were at the top of that mountain, and that night of drinking and dancing, the great social lubricant, pushed us past the tipping point.

Lisa and I met about two weeks before this through my roommate, Frank. In the small world category, Frank and Lisa happened to know each other through common friends. All of us lived in the same dorm, on the same floor. From our balcony, we could see the girls’ suite three balconies over.

The day we met I was on the couch in our common room, reading. It was September and it was hot. I was in shorts and no shirt, trying to keep cool while reading the latest Shakespeare or Oscar Wilde assignment. I was probably in the best shape of my life up to that point, or since. 5’10” , 175 lbs, fit but not overly muscular. I was average in many ways, but blessed with a Mediterranean complexion highlighted wth a good early September tan, deep brown eyes and a thick head of dark hair.

In she walked with Frank and the room got brighter.

Lisa was beautiful in a way that was unique. She possessed features that, when combined together, moved me. She was 20, about 5’4″ and slim with shapely legs, a cute butt and what looked to be B cup breasts. She had fair hair, blue eyes, freckles and a laugh that made me (a total stranger) smile. She was as Irish as the day is long but for the brogue.

I was drawn to her, not because of any one thing, but by the sum total of her beauty, personality, laugh and a subtle edge that was intriguing to me. She would smile a lot, and when she did her whole face would show it, particularly those eyes, which would brighten up when she laughed.

Our brief introduction was cordial, but as she was speaking to Frank, I was on the couch watching her subtly. She looked my way a lot, and she busted me looking at her often. Game on.

The two weeks between the time we met and this epic night was fraught with building sensual tension. The lingering looks, the innuendo, the casual brush of a hand or arm or leg during conversation. These touches were particularly electric, since, still summer, those touches were often skin on skin bared by shorts or short sleeves. The fuel for this fire was piled on day by day, we just needed to strike that match.

We, as a group of 10 or so, went to the bar just off campus about twice a semester. Being your typical poor college kids, we usually partied on campus as cheaply as possible. But tonight, for some reason, we chose to splurge. The bar was busy, we were close, and it was hot.

We were talking about nothing in particular, but because of the noise, every conversation was had like two conspirators in a great mystery. Mouth to ear, inhaling the scent of perfume and shampoo and a just a little perspiration. The hot breath on ears and necks created ripples of shivers.

There was dancing, and drinking, and dancing. Then came the lean. “Oh, I’m so tired, can I lean on you a minute?” she asked.

“Of course.” I replied in as cool a tone as I could manage.

Several minutes later, recovered, we finished our drinks and gathered the group for the walk back. She and I slowed a bit and ended up trailing the group by 50 yards or so. The subtle touching of the preceding weeks and hours intensified to arm in arm walking, almost hanging, onto each other.

Silent glances between us.

We knew, or at least hoped, what would happen.

Who breaks the spell?

Who crosses that last line?

How?

Where?

We returned and gathered in our suite for several night caps. An hour later we were short on drink and Lisa volunteered to retrieve her bottle of vodka from her room. “I’ll go with you!” I added, perhaps a bit to eagerly and a bit too loudly.

I followed her into her room and we were alone. She was looking out the window a moment and I put my arms around her from behind and bent down to put my chin near her face on her shoulder. She took her right hand and put it on my head and moaned just the subtlest moan.

I looked at her and turned her around and our lips met for the first time. Despite the two weeks of build up, it was surprisingly tender. It was that kind of kiss that leaves a heat signature, hot and dangerously close to exploding.

The second kiss was a conflagration.

Heaving breath, moans, tongues, nibbles, hands on skin. How long did it last? Who knows.

I slid my hand up her shirt, she was willing.

Bra clasp in the front, easy. Don’t go right for the nipple–tease a bit.

Over.

Under.

Find that glorious side where the swell of the breast meets just under her arm.

Take the scenic route.

Her nipples were hard, like pencil erasers standing tall. I still hadn’t seen them, but could feel them and they were amazing. I gently brushed them with the palm of my hand. My hands moved back and forth over her skin, circling and teasing her.

By then, she was quivering.

Her touch was electric; firm yet gentle on my chest and arms.

We paused and caught our breath. Staring at each other wanting to continue, we were waiting for the dam to burst.

“We can’t do this here, my roommate is coming back.” She whispered.

We nearly ran to my suite and found the crowd had gone. It turns out we had been away for about an hour. I kicked out Frank (he laughed as he squeezed by us), and we climbed up to my bed in the loft.

My roommate and I had figured out how to make two king size beds in a college dorm by building a platform about four feet off the ground that extended from wall to wall on one half of the room. I took the top, Frank took the bottom. With two mattresses on it, each of us had a king size bed. It was luxurious, and tonight it was going to be an altar of passion.

When we got up to my loft, we lay down and embraced that lovers embrace. Arms are entangled, legs are entangled, hips grinding, tongues writhing.

Shirts shed.

The taut coolness of skin on skin.

Pants unbuttoned.

The sweat building.

Giggles and tickles.

The rhythm of our breathing syncopated.

The firmness of her body the tautness of her breasts and nipples were intoxicating. Her breasts were small but exquisite. Pear shaped B cups with just the right amount of softness. I was entranced by the shape and curve, and by the nipples, now exposed. Pink, a little larger than a quarter, with those glorious nipples. She was beautiful.

She pulled her feet up to my waist as I was on top of her and she hooked her toes in the waist of my pants. She was able to pull them down with her feet. Never before or since has anything like that happened. Incredible.

She pushed me over onto my back and pulled them off me. My cock was hard; practically angry, at this point after all this buildup. I had a solid 6 inches, slightly above average girth and it was weeping pre-cum. At my age, I was at my peak and loving it.

She looked it over with a sly grin and a gleam in those Irish eyes and caressed me gently.

She took my cock in her hand by the base and said what is perhaps the most erotic thing any one has ever said to me “I’m going to swallow you now, OK?”

I almost blew all over the place right there. Jesus, I mean what the hell was I going to say. “Ohhhh, yessss” was all I could muster at that moment.

She slowly, achingly slowly, slid my cock in her mouth. All of it. This was a tortuously sensual move of a young woman who was good, really good, at oral.

Up and down she bobbed.

Swirling and sucking.

Licking and nibbling.

Swallowing me again.

How long did it go on? Who cares.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my oh my ohhhhh”. I cried as I exploded in her mouth. I came so hard I could almost hear it. It felt like gallons after all this build up. In no time it was gone. She swallowed it and looked at me with half closed eyes.

“Was that good?”

“Beyond good, beyond description. Come here.”

We made out tenderly and lay back to rest.

We dozed, and didn’t move until about an hour later. I was on my back and her hand started to lazily draw random circles in the hair on my chest. It’s that gentle touch that sends ripples through your nerves and wakes you up in more ways than one. Then…I had to pee.

Yes it’s awful timing but better before things get going than in the middle of it.

I threw on shorts, took care of business and was back in a flash.

As I lay back down, I find she’s no longer naked. She’s put on one of my button down shirts. Nothing else is on mind you, just that.

She straddles my thighs as I lay back and starts to tug at the waist of my shorts. I’m playing dumb, and she knows it.

“Whatcha doin’?” I innocently ask.

“You know.” she replies. This is said as much with her eyes as with her voice.

I challenge her “Yes I do, but I want to hear you say it”.

She leans over me, her shirt, my shirt, hanging open, teasing my lips with her lips. She whispers “I want you to fuck me.” I oblige.

Our lips meet in full lock as her hands are finally successful pulling my shorts down. I am released and nearly at full mast quickly. Her shirt comes off and we are back to skin on skin over our entire bodies. Despite the exertions of the night, her skin is cool, almost refreshing, and her kisses are like nectar.

I touch her pussy gently—there is a patch of hair that guides me to her warm treasure. First my full hand over her mound with an ever so gently circular motion. Gradually picking up speed and feeling the lips part to reveal the moist flower inside. My fingers probe gently, spreading her delicious juices. I can brush her clit and do so randomly, letting the sensation rocket through her each time.

She’s concentrating on what I’m doing, almost still but for the heavy breathing. Her legs part and she gently, almost imperceptibly, pulls me onto her. Our eyes meet, they are bright and clear and wanting.

“Be careful” she says. “Do you understand what I mean?”

“Yes, I’ll pull out.”

With that, I press on and into her soft depths. Slowly, deeply, all the way in. It’s tight but not gripping. Snug and warm and slick and oh so good.

We gain our rhythm, our pace increases, the moans become whimpers that become staccato grunts that coincide with my thrusts.

Onward.

Deeper.

She pulls her knees up and deeper I go until we seem to create a new language.

“Ohmagod Ohmagod Ohmagod” we both croak.

I stop thrusting, bury inside her and rotate hips like you did so many hours before on the dance floor. I touch spots inside her that has her arching her back off the bed for a moment. “Ahhhhhh! Oh yes!”

I keep going, and going until I can feel the cum surging through me.

I get closer to the edge and still thrusting. Closer still and;

I roar as I just manage to pull out as my head explodes and out of my cock surges my cum. Stream after stream on her stomach and breasts. It makes her glisten, and smile.

We catch our breath and giggle. It’s close to sunrise and we’ve barely slept a wink.

We doze again in each other’s arms. Some time later we’re awakened by the phone. It won’t stop, so I climb down to answer. My roommate wants to tell us they are going to breakfast.

“Thanks” I reply, “we’re good.”

“We?” Frank says. I can tell he’s laughing.

“Fuck you” I say, laughing, and hang up.

I look up to the bed and Lisa is on her back with legs straight up in the air, together. She’s trying to touch the ceiling with her feet.

I can see, from my vantage point, her beautiful pussy lips. She doesn’t know I’m looking, so I reach up and ever so slightly graze her on her legs, inches from her pussy. She gasps and freezes. I touch her again on the other side, and now blow on her pussy gently. Her legs come down and come open, she’s calling me.

I climb back up and slide up her body my left leg between her legs, my chest gliding along and up her torso, nipple to nipple, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. We move over each other, kissing, nibbling, savoring the sweetness and saltiness of our bodies. I consume her nipple and breast and suck on it as if I’m starving.

She gasps some more and fingernails dig into me. My hand searches for her core. I find it, an open flower, warm and wet and waiting.

Her hand cups my balls and rises the length of my cock. She is stroking me, then gently tugging, then stroking some more. We’re both ready again.

We make love this time. It’s tender and passionate and very much not fucking.

I try to plunge in as deeply as I can and hold it. She is tight, and warm, and wet. How long can she remain still with my cock in her? What if I twitch it? If I were not embedded in her, I could twitch my erect cock up an down a bit. Doing that while inside her was like lighting a string of fireworks.

She shudders and writhes and moans and arches her back. It’s an incredibly powerful feeling to give a woman an orgasm. Powerful and joyful.

She settles down and I remain still.

She yells at me “Come on!” I begin again.

We make love for who knows how long, slowly building pace and rhythm until, with a cacophony of moans we climax. I regain my senses just in time to pull out and again cum on her body. It’s glorious.

Finally, fully satiated, we sleep.

We made love many more times that semester but broke up sometime before Christmas. Our time together was like a candle burning bright and fast, leaving immense heat and light but dying far too quickly. I’ve been married a long time now, but nothing, ever, has rivaled that night for its spontaneity, duration and passion.

Those years, those college years, are always special. We are full of passion for so many things. We are having experiences that shape us. Many of those experiences are incubated by the environment of so many young people living and growing together. There isn’t a time in life after that with that same chemistry.

I often think of Lisa, this experience, and the weeks that followed. Sometimes I think of this wistfully, sometimes lustfully, but always warmly. I often wonder where she is and what she’s doing now. I wonder if she ever thinks of that night. If so, does she recall it as I do; as a powerful and beautiful expression of the passion of youth? As a connection of two souls that left each changed for the better?

I hope so.

 

Neighbor Girl Needs Help

I’ve never been much of a “ladies man” but I’ve had a couple girlfriends over the years, however, things have been pretty uneventful for me in the last few months. I work nights and live alone, and have never had any desire to go out and find a “hook up” or go out to a bar or anything without going with a bunch of friends. So basically, I don’t like talking to people, especially when it comes to my apartment building. I just have no desire to talk to anyone unless I have to. I’m just your average late 20’s introvert I guess.

Living in the unit above mine is an older couple who make it sound like they’re stomping their feet everywhere they go, across the hall from me is a really cute girl, I’m guessing late teens early/early twenties who seems come and go whenever, and next to me is a newlywed couple (I was forced to talk to them shortly after I moved in) who for the most part don’t ever bother me. There’s also an older (mid to late 40’s) lady kitty-corner from me who’s very nice and still has a decent body that I say hi to every morning as I’m coming home and she is headed out to go to work.

One morning after I came home from work, parked the car, said hi to the nice lady (I think her name is Miranda) as she headed toward her car to go to work, just as I was about to put the key into my deadbolt, I hear a sort of loud, but whispered “hey!”. I turn around to see the cute teen across the hall poking her head out her door looking at me with an uneasy smile.

“Uh, hi, everything OK?” I ask.

“Yeah… well, no, I need to ask a favor. I need some help.”

“Um…oookay, what can I help you with?”

She opens her door and I see her in full view now, standing on her tip toes in a tight retro Star Wars shirt (with no bra apparently… it was a chilly morning) and grey yoga pants. “I need a big favor, I really need some help. Your name’s John, right? I’m Jemma.”

“Yee-ah” I reply slowly, “Nice to meet you Jemma, so really, what can I help you with?”

“Come on in and we’ll talk about it” she says, opening her door for me to come.

After I walk in she immediately closes the door behind me and locks it.

“Look, I need to know if you’re a stand-up guy. I need serious help and I need to know if you’ll be cool and keep your hands to yourself and your mouth shut after this is all over”

“EXCUSE ME?” I ask, getting irritated at the bullshit.

She starts to look like she’s about to cry, and then squeaks out “Please, I need help. Please promise you’ll be a gentleman about this and not tell anyone after. Please, just promise me.”

“Fine, whatever. I promise. Now can you please just tell me what the problem is? I’ve had a long night at work and want to go to bed.”

She gets an irritated look on her face “Please take this seriously, I really need help and I don’t want you bragging to your friends or trying to cop a feel or anything”

I’m really intrigued now, what with the whole “cop a feel” thing, so I agree as gentlemanly as possible “Yes, I promise, I will be a perfect gentleman. I will not tell anybody about this, and I will not touch you in any way inappropriately…. unless you ask” I threw that last part in just to mess with her, because why not.

“Thanks, and no, I won’t be asking for anything more than necessary”.

“Okay, So really… what is it that you are asking for?”

She stares at me for a few seconds, and then walks over to the couch, turns around with her back to me, bends over, and then proceeds to put her thumbs in her waistbands. She pulls it down about an inch and then looks back at me. I am frozen, my mind just screaming “WTF?”.

Finally she says “I was playing with myself last night. I bought a new …toy…. and accidentally fell asleep when I was done…… with it… still in… me.”

“Um.., ok, what kind of “toy” (making finger quotations), and what do you mean, still in you?”

She then proceeded to take her yoga pants and panties (if she had any on) all the way down, exposing her beautiful, round ass to me. And it was then that I saw it. A buttplug. Clear Glass. Rather large handle. I tried to lower my head a little to see the pussy beneath, but as I did she barked out “HEY! I SAID NO PEEKING!”

“Sorry, I just was not expecting that. Not many women just go ahead and pull their pants down in front of me. So what is the problem?”

“I can’t get the buttplug out. I fell asleep last night and ever since I woke up this morning it’s just been stuck there and getting kinda sore. It hurts too much when I try to pull it out. It’s like it needs lube on the inside or something. Please, just help me get it out”. She was practically in tears at this point.

“Um, ok, I just want to make sure we’re clear on this. You want me to help get the buttplug out of your ass, but no feeling you up or sneaking a peek at anything. Is that what we’re talking about?”

“LOOK, I KNOW THIS IS STRANGE. but please” her voice softened “I need this out, it’s getting really sore. Please. Pretty please, just do what you need to do to get it out. I’ll even help you out when it’s all over, just please help”.

“Help me out?” I asked, not expecting that.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll want to go jerk off or whatever after seeing and doing all this, so I’ll just jerk you off instead, deal?”

“Uhhh……” I mumbled out, not really sure what to say. I was going to help her out, but having her offering to jerk me off out of nowhere just kind of threw me off.

“FINE, I’LL FUCKING BLOW YOU, JUST GET THIS FUCKING THING OUT OF MY FUCKING ASS! FUCKING PLEASE!!!!”

And that was all I needed. “You have a deal. Do you have any lube around?”

“Yeah, nightstand drawer” she said as she pointed back to her bedroom.

I walked back to the room and opened the drawer and found a decent size tube of astroglide. Walking back to the living room, I put a bit on my index and middle finger, and then swabbed it around so that all my fingers were coated. I put a few drops around her anus, and then began to start rubbing it around the entrance to her ass, eliciting a slight moan from Jemma.

“Does that feel good or something?” I ask, as I keep rubbing the outer edges of her anus, my cock rock hard now.

“Mmm yes, of course it does. Can you just get on with it?”

“As you wish” I replied snarky, rubbing a bit harder around the meeting area of the butt plug and her ass, hearing her moan even louder now. I slowly slip a finger under the skin in between it and the plug, this time drawing a small squeal from Jemma. “OH GOD, that feels good.”

“Are you sure you want it out, or should I just keep doing this?” I say as I keep moving my finger around inside her ass.

“Just shutup and keep working” she says in a labored voice.

I continue to slide my finger around the plug, lubing it up as best as I could, while Jemma continues to moan, even starting to rock her hips back and forth as my index finger moves in and out and all around her asshole. As I move to the bottom, close to her pussy, I take a small advantage of the situation and lower my head down to sneak a peek. I almost stop what I’m doing as I am finally able to get a good look at her amazing , glistening wet pussy lips.

“What are you…ah… doing down there? Sneaking a peek like I told you not too?”

“Just making sure I’m getting you lubed up as much as possible” I respond with a slight smile.

“Mmm hmm. sure. hope you liked what you saw”

I bring my head back up, and slip a second finger in her ass and continue moving them in and out, bringing them around back to the top, this time putting a little more pressure on her anus. “ugh, oh, ahhh my god, are you ready yet?” she asks, her head buried in her sofa pillow as she’s pushing her ass into my hand.

“Almost ready” I pull my fingers out, wipe them off, and grab a hold of the plugs handle. “Get ready” I tell her as I give it a small tug to let her know what’s coming.

“Ahhhhh…. go for it… ugh”

I start pulling the plug out, her ass not wanting to let go.

“OH MY GOD. OH GOD FUCK. HURRY UP!”

I pull a little harder, but her ass still will not give it up.

“OH FUCK THAT HURTS!” She screams, yet still moans as I let up a little.

“Here, let me try something” I say, with a new approach in mind.

“Anything, just do anything”

I start pulling on the plug again, and use my free hand to reach down and under her, my fingers finding her clit and start rubbing.

“HOLY FUCK WHAT THE FUCK ARE DOING? OH GOD FUCK”

Rubbing her clit even harder now, I start pulling even harder, finally getting some movement from the plug.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD HOLY SHIT IT FUCKING HURTS BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD! FUCK KEEP GOING OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK”

I stick two fingers in her pussy as my thumb keeps working on her clit, and finally get the plug to come free, her ass just a huge gaping hole now. Jemma’s whole body spasms as she screams, bucking her hips as hard as possible. I eventually let up on her pussy, and sit down in on the sofa next to her. She slowly stops bucking, still breathing very hard. “HOLY SHIT. I have NEVER cum that hard. FUCK.”

She looks back at me, smiles, and slides down off of the sofa to kneel in front of me.

“You better be fucking hard” she says as she immediately starts unbuckling my belt and opening my pants.

“Oh yeah, you have no idea, that was fucking hot” I say, happily anticipating my reward.

“Good…” she says, still breathing heavily, pulling my pants and boxers down in one swoop, grabbing my rock hard cock and strokes it a couple times “..because you’re not getting blown” she quickly says as she lowers her head and wraps her lips around the tip of my dick, licking the head in the process.

“Ahh, god, what?” I ask, feeling a little overwhelmed as she lowers her all the way down, practically swallowing my whole cock, and then slides back up, lubing my cock with her spit in the process. She goes down on my cock a couple more times, and then finally slides back up, keeping just the tip in her mouth, sucking harder while swirling her tongue around on the very tip, then letting go while licking my piss hole at the end of my dick, and then looks up to me with a huge smile and says “you’re not getting blown, ’cause you’re getting fucked”. She stands up, lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it aside, steps forward, lowers herself to my lap, grabs hold of my cock, and inserts it into her glorious, hot and wet as fuck pussy, and then slides herself all the way down to the base of my cock.

“Ooohhhh fuck, that cock feels good” she moans, as she starts moving her hips back on forth, stroking my rod with that hot pussy.

I finally start realizing that this wasn’t a dream, and slowly bring my hands up to her chest, staring at those beautiful tits, just waiting to get my hands on them.

“Mmm yeah, grab my tits” she says as I ease my hands around those glorious melons, running my thumbs over her perky little nipples. “OOH YEAH, just like that baby” she moans as she starts moving faster up and down on my cock. I lean forward and take one of the nipples in my mouth, licking, biting, and in the end slowly sucking on it “OH FUCK THAT’S NICE” she screams, up and down on my cock, reaching back behind her, down past her ass, until she finds her goal. As she keeps fucking my cock while I suck and fondle her tits, she begins to massage my balls.

“Oh damn, yeah, keep doing that” I tell her, enjoying the sensation. I move my free hand down to her ass, squeezing it.

“Hmm, you like that ass?” she asks.

“Oh yeah, I love that ass” I reply, and I draw my hand back a bit. SMACK. I slap her ass and she barks, started. “OH, FUCK, do that again!” SMACK! “OH, OH GOD” I take my other hand and slap her other ass cheek, and then slap her other check again. “OH FUCK! OH OH OH OH, OH GOD” I grab both her ass cheeks and pull her into me, slamming her onto my cock, over and over “OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH FUUUUUUCK!” Her body spasms as she cums, her pussy drenching my lap (and her couch) and her tits just bouncing in my face. Finally, she stops moving, and falls down onto my chest, breathing very heavily.

After a couple of minutes, she looks up at me.

“You didn’t cum”

“No, not yet”

“I guess we’ll have to fix that” she says, smiles coyly, and goes down to the floor, on her hands and knees. “How does my ass look? Is it still wide open from the plug?”

I take a good look, her asshole still nice and gaping from the unusually large butt plug she had accidentally left in her ass all night. “Oh yeah, nice and big”.

“Then take that cock and stick it in there. Fuck that hole”

“Yes ma’am” I say, practically jumping off the couch for the chance to fuck that ass. I grab a hold of her hips, line my cock up with her asshole (not that it needed much help) and drilled it into her.

“UUUHHHHGGG FUCK. Holy shit, that cock feels good” she begins pressing her ass back into me, as I begin plowing my dick into her, fucking that gorgeous ass.

After a couple of minutes I can feel my balls start to tingle. I reach down and start fondling her pussy, and she starts moaning louder, shouting obscenities as I fuck her ass even harder.

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOOOOD” she screams as her body tenses up, her asshole squeezing my cock in the process, as I finally blow, unloading my cum deep into her ass, my fingers buried in her pussy, absolutely drenched by her juices.

After we both come down from our post coital high, I pull my softening dick from her ass, and remove my hand from her now completely soaked pussy lips. Jemma moans softly and repositions herself on the floor in a more comfortable position. I curl up next to her, lightly massaging her back and arms.

“Mmm, that feels good. I could lay here forever.”

“Me too, but I need to clean up a little first” I say, really wanting to clean my dick off before I fall asleep.

“Let’s go take a shower” she replies, as we stand, and she starts walking to the bathroom, gently leading me by dick, looking back with a smile.