I was at a party with my friends the week after my ex broke up with me and I felt really depressed, so I drank a lot more than I should have. After a few drinks I started feeling really horny and tingly between my legs, so I started looking for someone to play with (not something I normally did, but that night I needed it). I saw a cute guy with sandy brown hair and blue eyes drinking a beer by himself. I was really drunk by then and didn’t feel like going thru the complicated dance of flirting, so I had an idea.
I went in the bathroom and played with my nipples till they were really stiff and rock hard (which didn’t make me any less horny lol). Then I came out and stood facing him in such a way that he could see me but no else could. I lifted my top and gave him a full view of my bare breasts, my nipples sitting like little cherries on my creamy white boobs.
Embarrassed, I quickly lowered my top, but it worked. He put his beer down, got up and came over to me. I introduced myself and we talked for a couple minutes, then I took his hand and led him down the hall to my dorm room. As soon as I locked my door we stumbled over to my bed and started making out. Ironically, since it was my boobs that attracted him, he went straight for my pussy after a couple minutes of passionate kissing. He slipped his hand under my skirt and panties and did it just how I like: two fingers thrusting inside my wet pussy, his thumb teasing my hard little clit. After a few minutes I moaned and came all over his fingers.
My panties were soaking wet by now and kind of sticky, so I impatiently peeled them off and tossed them in the corner. I unzipped his jeans and took out his hard bulging dick. There was already a drop of precum at the tip. I stroked him slowly at first, then faster and faster till I felt his dick throb and his whole body tense up about to cum. I didn’t want him to cum on my top, so I aimed his dick at the ground and made him spurt all over my scarred wood floor.
He looked at me and goes, “Wow...” I got a washcloth and wiped his cum off my floor, then told him I should get some rest. He left and I climbed into bed, booted up my laptop and started reading Isaac Asimov’s analysis of Shakespeare’s play Twelfth Night.
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