Day One: Brian, The College Athlete

Brian and I attended the same university for one year; I believe that he was a sophomore. I first met him in the fall semester of 2007 after he had gotten my contact information from a fellow athlete and called to make arrangements with me. I was excited at his young age and the fact that he was a popular athlete around campus.

We were to meet at a “welcome week” party at his apartment, (By the way, thats what I fucking hate about college boys, they take you to these gay parties just so other guys will drool over my tits...) and I had a glass or two of wine in when I arrived at the party. To my delight, I was extremely attracted to Brian, and immediately felt the urge to tear our clothes off as I approached the tall, muscular athlete. He was roughly 6'2'' with black hair, bright green eyes, and looked surprisingly like a mix between Orlando Bloom and Gilles Marini. I remember thinking that he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and I knew right then that he would be a great fuck. It is not often I get anxious in the presence of men, but he must have felt the same way because he turned to me and sized me up and asked, “Charlotte?”
“Guilty as charged, great to meet you, Brian,” I smiled and extended my hand. He smiled at me and took my hand and pulled me towards him and started to dance with me. I began to relax when I felt his body against mine.

I don’t know whether it was the wine or his hard on against my hips, but dancing with Brian was intoxicating; feeling his hips gyrating against mine was one of the most sensual feeling… I still remember the heat from his body and how his skin was covered ever so slightly in what felt like dew against my hot skin. That’s when he did it.

When I say “it” I mean the one thing on God’s green earth that can bring me to my knees in less than a minute. My kryptonite. I absolutely melt to butter when a man kisses and bites the back of my neck. Something just radiates through my entire being that just makes me want to fuck.

With him nuzzling and licking my neck I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned to whisper in his ear, “I want you to take me…” As I said that I laid a soft kiss right under his ear lobe, and I could feel his body tense up just like mine had. Without saying a word, he took my hand and led me from the party and back to his room. (Oh, God bless football).

When we got back his room he didn’t even bother turning on the light or even shutting the door knowing the other guys were at the party, we didn’t care. He pushed me down onto his bed and we nearly tore each other’s clothes off. All I was wearing was a tight black dress which he had proceeded to strip off of my taut body and throw across the floor. I was in a state of euphoria when he went down on me. It felt amazing, but I couldn’t wait to please him and see what I was working with. All joking aside, he was the biggest cock I ever had.

I pushed him off of me and pushed him lightly back onto the bed so that he was sitting on it. In front of him I walked over to the door and closed it, and took my time walking back to him and straddled him on the bed. Slowly and seductively I danced for him on his lap, rubbing my tits and pussy onto his body, and stripping off my bra and panties. I kissed him and worked my way down to his package and began to perform oral on him. He was one of those guys that wasn’t a moaner, but wasn’t completely silent… the kind I love... the kind that talks dirty to a girl, and means it.

Call it hubris, but I just love hearing a man call me a whore as I have his dick all the way down my throat and hearing him groan… something about it is just carnal and sexy. After a while he told me to lean over the bed. (He was very dominant, which I just fucking love). So while on my tip toes I bent all the way over his bed and turned around to him and said, “Fuck me, Baby, fuck my pussy”. He smacked me on the ass and entered me and took me just like I had asked him to.

It was amazing and I couldn’t keep quiet the entire time. He leaned forward and bit my neck, which really turned me over the edge and I about came ride then. When I asked to ride him, he happily obliged as I mounted him reverse cowgirl, my personal favorite, and rode him as fast, hard and deep as I physically could. He kept slapping my ass and digging his fingers into my hips as he pushed me down onto him, which sent me over the edge and only made me want to go harder and faster. Finally, he groaned and I could feel his body pulsing as he finished.

After his finishing in me I had the urge to finger myself and taste him off of my fingers, which about sent through the roof… He was a lot of fun at his young age just like I had expected. I got dressed, he gave me my money and he walked me back to my place like a gentleman.

The next morning I nearly died after seeing myself in the mirror. My ass was bright red, and all over my back were bruises and even a wound where he had broken skin, I assume from biting me. I laughed when I also noticed a drop of blood on my pillow. I cleaned myself up and was good as new, but never have I had such “battle wounds” since then.

Later, I happened found out that Brian had a very serious girlfriend of nearly 5 years. Not that I cared, obviously, since he and I met regularly after that… the library, the racquetball court. Oh, how I loved college.

Oh, and a side note, he texted me the other day, they broke up… weird, right?