I had an incredible night. At one point, Jack was working between my legs as I lay in the bed and started to ask me questions about my previous partners. Had I ever done two men at once? Well, sadly, no, although I have had three partners in a 24-hour period of time. I know, bad girl. It was college, and it was early in a semester, when I had some time to date before classes got too demanding.

Here’s more detail:

I had a date Thursday night, where I spent what was left of the night at his apartment. This was a young dark, curly-haired man from an anatomy class that I talked with in other classes. He was not typically my type, medium height but a bit too muscled. We had always had witty, sexy banter in class, which I think finally won me over. He won this date by cornering me near the door to class, pressing me against the wall and planting a very passionate kiss on me. He then just said, “I would like to see you after class.” I breathed “How soon after class?” We met late that evening, saw a movie where we started petting and went back to his place. The sex was for me somewhat uninspired, despite the overall arousal and urge to finally “do it.” He was a missionary-only guy and he asked too many “do you like that?” questions and made too many answers for me, “Oh yeahhhh, you liiiiike it.” He was an overt approval seeker. I wanted at one point to say, “I am laying here in your bed, wet and humping, aren’t I?” We did have a little early morning quickie which has it’s own charm and where he refrained from the chatter.

I left for home to shower and get to class. I had a phone call and made a date with someone else that evening (Friday). I had decided to take his last-minute offer instead of going to a party. The second date involved a quick dinner and a rush to get back to the apartment. We got into my apartment, closed the door and did not even make it out of the living room. I think that the fucking from the night before had me ready to go and I am betting I was pouring out pheromones. This guy was much more exciting overall, a physics major. We had not had a lot of time with each other, but the need to fuck was pretty on-the-table from the first time we talked high-energy particles (he had not talked with a girl about it before). He was a good conversationalist and I liked talking science with him

The sex with him on top and then me on top, feet flat, as he sat on the sofa was rushed. He was not a chatter guy, but his hands never stopped moving the whole time. It was a little ticklish, really. He was also a compulsive tit squeezer. He was cute and geeky without the lack of style, but a little too thin and blonde to completely drive me wild. But like pizza, even if it is not the best, sex is still pretty good. In his overall rush we finished pretty quickly (who knows, maybe someone else was waiting at home). I thanked him for a lovely time and sent him home and he did not argue.

I showered again and went downstairs to do some weightlifting. My long hair was loose and wet, bangs in my eyes and I was wearing a low-cut bathing suit/cut off jeans shorts, with no side seams up to the waist band. Everyone in the building had contributed some effort to turning a room in the basement, next to the washer/dryer into a work out room. I did some light stretching and easy sets to warm up on the free weights. I wasn’t looking to muscle up, but to keep tone and flexibility. I decided that my back and upper arms could use a little harder work out and I locked the weights on to the long bar at the bench. I also liked putting very heavy weights on the bar and stretching my legs and lower back by basically folding in half and wedging my ankles under it, one at a time. Basically an upside-down set of splits with more resistance.

One of my neighbors walked in. He offered to spot. We did date periodically and had for about 2 years. He had moved to the building a few months after I did. He was shorter than my usual dates and his already thinning hair was not dark enough for my taste, but he was lightly muscled, decently endowed and not too thin. His overall aggressive but non-violent nature was attractive to me. He was studying marketing and law at the time, although something about him was always intimidated by my advanced science/medicine major. He complained that when we were out with friends and we started talking about those things, that he could not keep up. It overall meant for me that although we were friends with benefits, we’d never have a serious multi-dimentional relationship.

As I finished stretching, admittedly a series of positions that have to be pretty provocative to a guy, he helped me reduce the weight on the bar for a few lifts. When he took position over my head, I noticed he was sporting an obvious hard on. I lifted, a couple times, keeping my eyes on his crotch. I lost the ability to think clearly. He was definitely aroused. I put the bar back and just looked up at him and smiled. Once he realized I had stopped and moved his eyes from my tits to my face, he did not need another invitation. He came around to the end of the bench and straddled it, between my legs. He undid my shorts. I sat up, kissed him and stood, and removed the shorts and bathing suit. He removed his shorts which had a condom ready in the back pocket (my kind of hero). I lay on the bench again, and held the bar. He set to work fucking me hard on the bench, he was kind of standing — no foreplay needed. We went for a long time, and at one point the bench was suffering from the unusual end-to-end torque. We finished, standing up against the wall, me facing the wall and him behind me (think police pat down). After my other dates, I enjoyed that he was largely quiet other than appreciative moans, groans and heavy breathing and not overly grabby. He leaned against me and whispered an offer to come upstairs and spend the night. I turned around, leaned back against the wall and thought about it. I then gave him a kiss, thanked him and said “I need sleep, perhaps tomorrow, and thanks for the spot.”

I heard the boys downstairs the next day, repairing the bench. I wonder if he explained how it had been damaged (probably).

Maybe Jack will be compelled to tell of some of his hot tales in college. I don’t think I have ever met someone with such an easy time picking up women. I remember before we ever dated, wherever we went for a while, there was yet another girl that came up to complain that he had not called her…

More later.

All week, I’ve been really into pulling on a huge handful of Alex’s hair while I’m fucking her. I particularly like it when she’s on her knees. She’ll be face-down on the bed and I’ll slowly run my hand up her spine, grab a handful of blonde curls and tip her head waaay back. Inevitably, every time, her pussy clamps me like a vise and her breathing gets ragged, which I take to mean that she’s been into it, too. It really is the little things you enjoy…