I went to the frat party with one goal. To lose my virginity. I’m 19, it seems like it’s time. I may as well have walked into a prison. You wouldn’t think young good-looking guys who could have anyone they wanted would be such jackasses.
“Come on, Olivia,” Marcus says as he presses his body into mine. “Don’t be such a prude!” He’s trying to move my arms, which are fiercely held against my chest. Brandon is pressing his body against my back. I can feel his hard dick through his clothing. He’s rubbing it up against me.
“Let me go!” I yell. They just laugh and keep me from escaping. I was drunk when this exchange began, but I’m feeling a little more sober now. I had been kissing Marcus, voluntarily. He’s cute. Dark, almost black, hair; and a kind of stocky athletic body. But then he began to get a little rough, and Brandon joined in, another good-looking frat guy, tall with brown hair. We're in a hallway outside the living room, where most of the party is.
“I want to see those big beautiful tits,” Marcus says with a laugh and manages to move one of my arms. I’m beginning to panic.
“Guys, what the hell?” I hear a male voice ask. I look over. It’s a cute tall frat boy with short dark blond hair. He shoves Marcus away from me and Brandon steps back.
“Just having some fun, bro,” Brandon says as he bounces back down the hall to the living room.
“Hey,” Marcus says, shoving the new guy. “She was with me.”
“Yeah, I don’t think she wants to be with you anymore,” the new guys says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He doesn’t seem drunk to me.
“She came on to me,” Marcus says and tries to grab my arm. The new guy easily gets me away from Marcus, who is very drunk, and leads me up a staircase. We squeeze past other drunk people on the stairs and in the hall upstairs. Marcus is following us, stumbling, trying to keep up.
“My woman!” I hear Marcus shout from behind us down the hall. The new guy leads me into a bedroom and shuts and locks the door. A few seconds later we hear Marcus pounding his fist on the door, shouting, “Olivia! You said I could fuck you!”
“What an ass,” the blond guy says.
I am feeling tipsy again, now that I’m safe. I stumble backwards and sit down on the bed, which is made, but sort of sloppily.
Marcus pounds on the door one more time and then we hear him wander off, mumbling.
“Wow,” I say quietly.
“Yeah,” the blond says. “So, you’re Olivia.” He smiles.
“You caught that, huh?” I say with a little laugh.
“I’m David,” he says.
“Nice to meet you. Thank you, by the way. I don’t know how that got out of hand,” I say.
“Pretty girl, drunken frat boys, it happens,” he says as he steps away from the door.
“You’re not drunk,” I blurt out.
“No, I am not,” he says smiling. “I had a beer, but…” he shrugs his shoulders. “I was a partier last year. I guess I’m over it.”
“Sophomore?” I ask.
“Yup,” he says. “How about you?”
“Freshman,” I say.
I listen to the music from the party pound through the house, muffled by walls. I listen to the sounds of people laughing, talking, shouting. And faintly through the wall I can hear the sounds of two people going at it. God, that sounds like fun.
“You want me to walk you back to your dorm?” David asks. “I don’t think you should stay at the party with Marcus out there.”
Home? This early on a Saturday night? No way. “I could stay here,” I say as I look up at him, a little pleadingly. I twirl a strand of my long dark hair with my fingers.
He raises his eyebrows.
“To hang out,” I add. I stand up and stumble a little bit. Not used to alcohol. I step toward David and throw my arms around him as I stare up at him. I had meant to be a lot more subtle than that. Whoops. He smiles down at me.
I know I’m pretty. I’m thin and have big boobs. I’m in good shape. Surely I can get this guy to take my virginity. He looks like an athlete of some sort. He’s pretty darn cute and a little muscled. Yum. I lean up and kiss him on the jaw. It’s all I can reach. He laughs.
“How drunk are you?” he asks.
“Two beers,” I say.
“Two?” he laughs. “You’re a lightweight.”
“Pfft. Why will nice guys never kiss me?” I step away from him and start unbuttoning my white short-sleeved blouse. He doesn’t stop me. He stares at me with interest. I remove the blouse and toss it to the ground. I have a pink lace bra on underneath, propping up my big breasts nicely. I put my hands at the waistband of my short stretchy skirt. He takes a step toward me.
I kick off my sandals. I’m standing there in my bare feet. I reach my hands under his dark gray T-shirt and feel his hard abs. Wow. I start to lift his shirt up. He finishes by pulling it off all the way. Wow, his chest looks great. I lean into it and start to kiss his chest. He laughs a little. He steps away and pulls his shoes and socks off.
“There, now we’re even. Your turn,” he says.
I slide my skirt off my hips and let it drop to the ground. Now I’m only wearing bra and panties. I can feel my heart race and my pussy get wet. He looks so hot wearing nothing but jeans. I stare a little too obviously at his crotch. He unzips his pants slowly. I think I may be salivating a little.
He pushes his jeans down on his hips as he watches me. Then he lets them drop to the floor and steps out of them. He is wearing boxers.
“I’m topless, now you,” he says playfully, pointing to my chest. We’ve already gone farther than I’ve ever gone with a boy before. Here goes nothing.
I reach back and unhook my bra, then slowly peel it off and let it drop, exposing my big round tits. He looks definitely mesmerized by them. I blush.
“You’re very beautiful,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say. “I show you mine, you show me yours?” I put my hands on the sides of my panties.
“On three?” he asks. I nod. “One,” he says as he puts his hands on his waistband. “Two… three.” I pull my panties down all the way and step out of them as I try to keep an eye on him. He pulls his boxers down and his big hard cock bounces out of them. He steps out of his boxers and I can’t stop staring at his dick.
“Whoa,” I say.
He laughs. “I will take that as a compliment,” he says as he stares at my naked body.
I’ve never seen a dick in person before. It looks like it could hurt me. Wow.
“So, how about that kiss?” I say breathlessly.
He takes a step toward me and folds me up in his arms. His cock presses against me as he leans down a little bit and kisses me softly on the mouth. Still a gentleman. I kiss him harder and he starts to kiss me harder back. Our tongues tangle together. I feel so turned on. I kind of want to hump his brains out. I moan.
He backs me over to the bed as he kisses me and pushes me gently onto my back. I feel dizzy with desire. He lies down on top of me and fondles my tits as he kisses me. I moan. He slides his hand down my body and puts his fingers into my pussy. I shiver.
“Oh, I’ve never had a man in there before,” I mutter.
“Whoa,” he says, stopping. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I say quietly.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, how are you a virgin?” he asks incredulously.
“All girls high school.”
“They still have those?” He looks surprised.
“Unfortunately,” I say, and then I take his face in both hands and start kissing him passionately again. He kisses me back and starts rubbing my pussy again. I moan. He flicks my little button and I feel pleasure surge through me. Much better than anything I’ve done to myself. I stop kissing him to pant.
He watches me as I moan and pant. He keeps rubbing.
“Oh fuck! Oh! Oh fuck!” I say as I writhe around. I’m about to explode. I feel pleasure rush up to me and burst inside my pussy. “UGGHH!” I groan loudly. Then I relax my body. I look into his eyes. He leans down to kiss me hard on the mouth. His tongue tangles with mine as he reaches down and spreads my legs.
Then he uses his hand to guide his cock into me. He moves slowly at first, and then a little faster, as he shoves his cock in. I whimper as I feel the sting of my hymen breaking.
“Sorry,” he says as he kisses my cheeks. “Ready?”
I nod. We can hear the sounds of a new couple fucking next door. It’s intensifying everything. He starts to thrust into me. Being filled with a cock feels so wonderful. How did I not know this? His dick thrusting in and out feels fucking awesome. I moan as he hits me in a deep spot. He picks up the pace of his thrusting.
I moan with each thrust. I can barely feel the sting of my hymen now. Mostly I feel exquisite pleasure. How can people keep from fucking all day long? He plays with my tits as he fucks me, squishes and massages them. That increases the pleasure too. He is thrusting into me pretty rapidly, grunting and groaning as he fucks.
We are both breathing hard as he frantically shoves his cock into me. I can’t believe I’m fucking someone finally. Damn.
“Oh, God…” he says as he fucks me hard. “Ohhhh…”
I can feel an orgasm raging up quickly in my cunt. “Oh fuck! Uhh!” I moan. It feels more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever had. “Uhh! Uhh! UGGGHHHH!” I grunt loudly as pleasure rips through me. My body shudders as it clenches in ecstasy.
“Ugghh!” he shouts as I watch his face cringe up and he shoots a load of cum into me. Then he relaxes his muscles and lies on top of me, breathing hard. God, that was amazing.
I am still breathing hard as I run my fingers down his back and say, “When can we do that again?”
He laughs into my shoulder. “Give me a few minutes,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, running my hands down to cup his bare ass. He rolls off of me, to the side, onto his back. I look at his cock. It is almost all the way hard again, and glistening with our cum.
“This your room?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, smiling.
“You have a girlfriend?”
“No,” he says, looking mortified.
“Sorry,” I say. “Some guys cheat like it’s no big deal.”
“Please tell me you don’t have a boyfriend,” he says closing his eyes.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I say quickly.
He opens his eyes and rolls over on top of me again and starts kissing me passionately. He starts playing with my breasts again, massaging and making me moan. Then he quickly reaches down and spreads my pussy lips and slips his rock hard cock into me again. I grunt. He starts fucking me with abandon then, rapidly shoving himself in and out. He stares into my eyes in a haze of lust. I look back at him the same way. His hot cock slamming into my pussy hard is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I ache with pleasure.
We are both panting and groaning now. He is glistening with sweat as he fucks me hard. My tits are bouncing around. He has his arms on the bed beside me now so he can really thrust into me hard. I have my hands on his chest, running them over his muscles. Now I move them to his back and his ass. I shove him deeper into me by pulling his ass closer to me. He starts to fuck me faster.
“Oh, God, Olivia…” he moans.
“David…” I say breathlessly. I feel a shock of pleasure jolt through me as my body jerks and I grunt. He keeps fucking. I moan. I feel another wave surge up and I moan loudly as it crashes. It feels so good it almost hurts. I feel another huge wave start to build up. I whimper and thrash as he drives his cock into my pussy.
“Uh! Uh! Ugghhhh!” I groan loudly as the huge pleasure wave bursts inside me, drenching me with exquisite ecstasy. Tears leak out of my eyes.
“Ugghhhh!” David suddenly grunts loudly as I feel his cock jerk inside me and shoot hot cum into my pussy. “UGGHH!” he grunts as he shoots another load into me. Then he collapses on top of me. We are both breathing hard.
He rolls off of me. His dick is mostly limp now. He climbs off the bed.
“I should get you home,” he says.
I am a little disappointed, but I try not to show it. “Okay,” I say. I sit up and try to catch my breath. He starts putting his clothes on again. I do the same.
We dress in silence, shooting quick glances at each other. Once we are fully dressed again, he pulls me to him and kisses me for a good long minute. He pulls away and I smile. He smiles back. Then he takes me by the hand and goes to the door. He peeks out into the hall. The party is still going on.
“No Marcus,” he says. Then he opens the door for me and we step into the hall. He closes it, hanging a sock on the doorknob. I give him a questioning look.
“I don’t want to come home and find people fucking in my bed when I get back,” he says and shrugs. I laugh.
He leads me through the party. People are being loud and drunk and having fun, music blaring. We see Marcus making out with a blond girl in the living room as we leave.
David drops my hand as soon as we are outside and puts his hands in his pockets. It’s a slightly chilly October evening.
“Where to?” he asks.
“Mariah Hall,” I say. “Room 303… in case you wondered…”
We walk in silence the rest of the way. He stares at the ground or at the beautifully manicured campus, anywhere but at me.
We reach the front door of Mariah Hall and he stops. He turns toward me. It’s awkward.
“Nice meeting you?” I say.
He laughs and pulls me to him and kisses me. He pulls away after a minute or so.
“I would like to see you again,” he says, looking into my eyes.
“Okay,” I say happily.
“Room 303,” he says, “I’ll call you.”
“Okay,” I say again.
He leans in to give me a peck on the lips.
“’Night,” he says.
“’Night,” I say. He smiles and turns and saunters off, hands in his pockets. I go inside and walk down a short hallway. Then I turn a corner. I know he can’t see me anymore, so I start to run down the long hall, totally giddy, trying not to say, “Weeee!” as I run. This night was so fucking awesome!