Far From Home

I have always thought myself to be average. I got average marks in school, I was attractive enough to date but forgettable enough to not leave a lasting impression on many. At summer camps I would win the awards for ‘most bubbly’ or ‘always willing to lend a hand’ but I certainly wasn’t going to be voted ‘most popular’ for the yearbook or end up as prom queen. My build is also average leaning toward the curvier side. I shopped in double digit sizes most of my life while my friends and peers stayed in the single digits. I was involved in sports, band, and choir where my performances were also average. I wasn’t going to be the star pitcher for the softball team but I was a good backup and my singing voice didn’t land me any solos but I could carry the tune in the choir. Then I left the comfort of my small town for a university in a large city and my eyes were opened to... let’s just say, a whole new world. Cut to: a steamy make out session in my dorm room with the guy one of my new college friends has a huge crush on. Ryan removes my shirt and thankfully it’s dark because I’m self conscious and have definitely not been eating well as a broke college student. As his hands continue to wander and his mouth moves to my breasts I forget any reservations I may have had about this encounter and lose myself in the moment. I’m not inexperienced but he’s definitely got the advantage on me here. His hands are already in my shorts drawing circles around my bud with his fingers and he uses his teeth to nip at my neck. In no time at all his hands are behind my back removing my bra and exposing perhaps my best physical asset to his insatiable mouth. My n*****s harden as he trails kisses around them and licks and sucks until I am panting for more. I quickly unbutton my shorts and slide out of them and my panties and then make quick work of his pants as well. Since it’s dark and I can’t actually see his member I use my hands to discover what I’m in store for. Holy s**t, he is seriously packing heat. My core gets wet instantly as I run my hands along his thick shaft. I pull away from his mouth and begin trailing kisses down his chest and have a quick second where I figure I must be dreaming because there is no way that just three weeks into my first semester of college a guy this stacked is in to average, ole me. I shake the thought out of my head and focus on the task at hand and use my tongue to tease around his tip. I slowly begin to take him inch by inch into my mouth while fondling his balls and stroking the base of his shaft. I am all of the sudden filled with this strange desire to make my first cliche college s****l experience memorable for this guy. He grabs my hair behind my head and guides my mouth into a steady rhythm while continuing his attack on my rock hard n*****s with his other hand. After what seem like ages of licking and sucking and teasing I can feel that he is reaching a climax and I take him into my throat as deeply as possible and he releases his load into my mouth. I hate swallowing but hey, I’m putting on a show here so I take each burst as it comes and swallow it down. He’s breathless and panting as I come up for air and I accidentally let out a small chuckle. “You think that’s funny?” He asks, “well watch this” and he flips me over on the bed and cups my left breast forcefully while he once again licks and sucks at my n****e. I didn’t think it was possible to get even more wet than I already am but I was wrong and my body starts rocking in motion with him needing my own release. He pays careful attention to each breast - licking, sucking, and caressing until I am almost certain I’m going to have an orgasm from just this action and then he begins trailing his magic tongue down my stomach to my core. I instantly tense up because I have sadly never had a good oral experience myself and he notices my reaction and asks what’s wrong. “Nothing,” I whisper breathlessly and he continues his trail down. In one swift movement he lifts my hips and and parts my lips with his tongue. He takes my bud into his mouth and slowly slides one finger into me. As he nips, tugs, licks, and sucks at my bud stopping only briefly to tell me, “you taste so f*****g good,” I feel myself climbing to my own crescendo. He inserts two and then three fingers, penetrating me in perfect time with his mouth. As I am about to climb to the top and ride a glorious wave he stops what he is doing and moves his oral assault to my mouth. I have never felt a hungrier kiss, it’s like he’s trying to devour me whole. And while I’m lost in that passion, he positions himself at my entrance. In one swift motion he enters me and takes a moment to allow me to adjust before diving deeper. After that moment is up, he repositions us so we’re sitting up in bed, me straddling him and he begins to thrust while my hips rock to match his motions. His mouth finds my neck and he sucks long and hard. I know there will be a mark left that I’ll have to cover until it fades to avoid any questions but I couldn’t care less. As I once again climb to the top I tell him, “you’d better not stop this time,” and he laughs as he thrusts harder. My orgasm is so intense a shiver runs through my entire body and as we ride the wave down together I make a silent vow to never go home again. If this is what I have been missing, I don’t want to miss another minute. After our escapades, we’re both exhausted and we lay around in my dorm for awhile talking about nothing in particular. Eventually the subject of my friend, Liz comes up and I admit I feel a bit guilty. “Please don’t. I’m really not into her like that, and I’ve told her that. I just want to be her friend. But I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since we met that day in her room,” he says. “I understand that but she won’t if she finds out we’ve been together.” “I won’t tell her anything.” “Well I don’t have a death wish so neither will I.” “I guess that solves that then,” he chuckles. Glancing at the clock I realize it’s already very early in the morning and although these are coed dorms they are still separated by girls in one wing and guys in the other with a loosely enforced curfew of 11 pm. By now most people are sleeping because it’s a Tuesday and I have an early lab in the morning so I nod at the clock and he stands up. “Are you sure you don’t want to go another round?” He asks with a devilish grin and at that moment something takes a part of me and I almost growl at him and say, “if you think you can keep up.” Needless to say, round two is quicker than the first but equally thrilling and he ends up sneaking down the hall as I head to the showers to get ready for my lab. Since I’m running on no sleep and very sore, I’m glad I don’t have class with Liz today. We’ve only been friends for a few weeks but she has an uncanny way of sensing when someone is hiding something and I need a day to compose myself before I see her. Again, I’m not inexperienced, I lost my virginity to a high school boyfriend - get this, in the back of his car on prom night, cliche right? But the way my world got rocked last night leaves my high school encounters feeling more like a quick make out session at the back of the bus and I know I’d probably blush if she brought up Ryan at all.