Disclaimer: This story is fiction. Comments are appreciated. All characters are 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental, but if your name is Kyle, feel free to pretend it is you …

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When I first got to college, I lived in a dorm. Our floor was two men per room, with one large communal bathroom.

I was a normal college guy, but my interest in sex was exceptional – and my random boners popped up all through the day and night.

Last Friday, Alex, one of the girls living around the corner in the next dorm hall, had come to my room with a problem set.

“Hi, I’m Alex. I noticed that you are in my physics section. I have a few problems that I think you could help me with.”

“Sure. I’m Kyle. I was just sitting down to tackle that problem set, too. Why don’t you come in?”

Dan, my roommate, was out at the library. She came in, pulled a second chair to the desk, and we worked on the problems together for a couple of hours. I tried to keep my concentration on the homework, but sure enough, the random boner problem manifested a few times. I hoped that she didn’t notice.

Alex is about my height, with long straight brown hair, smallish tits and a fairly athletic butt. What I liked a lot, she was bubbly, and she always looked right at me when she talked to me, focusing in with her friendly eyes.

“Thanks for coming over. I think we did a good job in answering those questions.”

“Yeah, we are good together.” She paused, then, “Hey! What are you doing on Friday?” she asked.

“I was maybe thinking of joining a shooter game with some of the guys. Why?”

“I heard there is a special on burgers and beer at the Finagle. But I don’t want to go alone. Want to come with me?”

“Sure,” I said, smiling sheepishly.

She smiled broadly, and slipped her fingers through mine, briefly, as she left.

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The burgers were huge, and the beer was cheap cheap cheap. We drank two buckets of bottles, stacking the dead ones on the table.

“Did you know you have a nice chin?” she asked.

“Chin? Is that my best feature?”

“Well, I haven’t seen all of your features, right? But it’s better than your nose,” she giggled.

“Hmmm. I agree, my nose is a bit, I dunno, crooked. But I can say easy that your best feature is your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Oh Alex! They just seem to sparkle, and, I dunno, they look so alive.”

“Thanks!” she giggled. “And what would be my second best feature?”

I wondered if she was fishing for a compliment, or flirting?

“Oh that is a tough question. I really like your hands, and your slim, strong fingers. They are sexy.”

She laughed. “I had maybe thought you would pick something else.”

“Well, maybe I just need more time to appreciate all of you. Are you ready to go? I am feeling hot in here. Let’s get some air,” I said, pulling her hand to me as we stood.

We left Finagle and walked down to the river, then along the dark path, illuminated by a half moon only. The moon reflected off the water. Cool night air caused her little titties’ nips to bunch up a bit. I couldn’t avoid glancing at the points, and she noticed.

“Now you seem to be interested in some other features. Do you like what you see?”

I looked around, and found we were alone on the deserted path. She noticed my glance and laughed. “Were you thinking I might give you a private show right here?”

My face betrayed my embarrassment, coupled with the chagrin of lost folly for even hoping. “Well not really, but y’know, there might always be a little chance of a meteor strike, so…”

She laughed, and grabbed my hand and drew the open palm across her boobs. “There. Idiot. A meteor fell out of the sky.”

My random boner problem manifested itself immediately, except of course, this was not random. “Oh, my! That was a bit unexpected!”

I pulled her to sit on a park bench looking out over the river, moon rippling in the current, and then kissed her. She kissed me back, with full tongue. I inhaled her pretty, musky scent, and licked her lips. She sucked at my tongue.

“You are such a good kisser,” we said to each other simultaneously, and then laughed.

I put my hand back on her titties, and drew across her chest, pinching the points. She placed her hand on my tented crotch. “Oh my! Something seems to have come up!” she laughed. “Maybe I can check if this is one of your best features?”

I looked around. Moonlight. All quiet in the park, the running water noises from the river were all we could hear. I unbuttoned the top of my jeans, and she slipped her hand into my underwear. “Oh, that is a very good feature: it’s nice and hard.”

I moved her so that her legs were over my knee, and slumped down, giving her better access to my dick.

She undid the top buttons of her shirt, and I slid my hand into her bare chest. No bra. I pinched the hardened nipples, pulled on the aureolas, then leaned my head over to take the nearest one in my mouth.

“You are making me wet,” she said. She looked around, still no-one, and then she unbuttoned the waist of her jeans. I moved my hand down inside her panties. She was bare with no hair; my boner celebrated with a little squirt of pre-cum.

I slid further down until I felt the bumps of her clit and labia. My finger found a lubricated spot of moisture, and I used it to rub along her pussy and clit. She squirmed.

My turn to look around. Moon dappling the water. Still quiet. “Are we going too fast? I mean, I really like you, and I am really liking what we are doing. But, I don’t want to get ahead of where you are comfortable.”

“I wouldn’t have let you into my pants if I didn’t want it. Your cock is tantalizing me. Get your pants off. I want to see it.”

“I don’t want to get arrested.”

“We won’t get arrested. It’s like a meteor. Take a chance, Kyle. Get those pants off.”

“Fuck, Alex, you are hot.” I stood, kicked off my shoes and rapidly dropped my jeans and jockeys to the ground, then kicked the puddled fabric off my ankles. My boner was sticking up at an angle, convenient for Alex to lick the head.

“Oooh. This tastes nice, too,” she said. She reached around me and ran her fingers along my bum. “Are you ticklish?”

I wanted to grab the back of her head and slam my boner into her mouth, but I thought that might be a bit too aggressive. Anyway, I wasn’t really paying attention to her words. So, I just said, “Maybe a little. Why?”

“I want to see how adventurous you really are. Trust me?”

“I am standing here naked in public, waiting for cops to arrest me. So, maybe I am adventurous? Do I need to do more?”

“Ok, let’s see. Turn around.” I didn’t want her to take my dick out of her mouth, but, well, she seemed very interested in something.

“Close your eyes.” I closed them. I felt her fingers on my dick, stroking the underside and the tip. Tiny drops of precum were lubricating her fingers making the squeezing oh-so-pleasurable.

“That feels very nice. But I don’t think it’s tickly,” I said.

She laughed, “I am not to the tickly part yet.” I felt her breath on the back of my buttocks. Weird. Then, she licked along my butt crack, top to near bottom.

“Woah. I don’t think that is tickly. But it is… something,” I said. She laughed.

“I am still not to the tickly part yet. Come here. Bend, face down.” She continued to stroke the tip of my dick, and my brain just went fzzzzzz. So, I bent down, stiff at the waist, keeping my butt right at her eye level.

Her tongue started at the bottom of my asscrack and moved up this time. It brushed lightly against my asshole along the way.

“Was that ticklish?” She maintained the stroking on my dick.

“Yeah, a lot more ticklish.”

She licked again, lingering on my asshole. Her tongue probed, just inside the muscle ring.

“Ok, that qualifies as ticklish.” She pumped her tongue into my hole. “Yep, that definitely qualifies.” I bent further and pushed my ass crack back at her face. “Lick it.”

She kept up her pace of rimming my asshole, but soon her tongue grew tired.

Detecting the issue, I said, “That is fantastic. But I think it’s my turn now. We need to check some of your features. Take off your pants.” I sat and she stood, dropping her jeans. She left her panties on, though.

I reached in between her legs to maintain finger contact with her sex. “Gee, you really are wet. Now, I am wondering, are you ticklish?”

She turned, facing away. “I thought you would never ask, ” she said as she bent forward and slowly dropped her panties. My face was half foot away from her puckered bunghole and wet cunt. “You better tickle it.”

I grabbed the front of her hips, and pushed my face and tongue forward into her bottom region, and licked. “Fuck you smell good,” I said. “I am liking this feature a lot. Better than your fingers, I think. I still like your eyes the best. But this part is really catching my attention.”

My dick was straining upward. I slathered her cunt and asshole with my tongue, leaving saliva globules to mix with her musky cunt juices.

“I’m not feeling ticklish,” she said. “Maybe you need to try faster, and deeper.”

I redoubled my licking, and then pushed a finger into her cunt. “Does that help?”

“Oh, yeah. But I’m still not feeling ticklish.”

I licked another finger, and rubbed it along her asshole pucker. She jumped. “Oh, maybe that is ticklish, is it?” I licked the finger again, and pushed it into her asshole, up to the first joint.

“Maybe ticklish. But still delightful.” My prick surged.

“You are making my fucking horny. My dick is aching. Can we, um, do it? Y’know?”

“Do what?” she said with a smirk.

“Fuck.” Just as I said it, I knew it was too crude, too fast, too much.

She smiled, “Did you bring a condom?” My swearing, my crudity had not fazed her.

But now, of course, I felt embarrassed because I didn’t have a condom. Damn! I felt guilty and lost, even though this turn of events was simply unforseeable when we had started out for burgers and beer. Sex? Outdoors? First date? Nah.

“Doh. No. I guess we need to quit.”

“And waste this opportunity? Hell no,” she said. “Stand up. We just need to do some things and not others.”

She stood, turned and put one foot on the bench, then leaned over the back, pushing her athletic ass out toward me. Her bunghole had a slight dark opening, maybe half an inch wide. And her pussy lips glistened from my saliva and her juices.

“That looks fucking fantastic,” I exclaimed. “You are driving me wild.”

“But no condom, right”

“Yeah, it didn’t magically appear, no.”

“So I want your cock, but you can’t put it in my vagina. At all. I am ovulating right now, and you are driving me wild. But I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“So what are you saying? We can fuck? But not in your pussy?”

“Oh look we are teaching this man about butt stuff in college! Yes, let’s fuck. But keep your dick out of my cunt. You can put it in other places, though.”

Again, my dick surged, pre-cum now running at the tip. I reached a finger to her asshole, and circled the muscular ring.

“Yup, right there,” she said. As I moved forward toward her, Alex reached back and pulled by dick to her butt. “Yup, right there,” I said.

I pushed with my dick and nothing happened; it was too fat to get into her butthole.

“Put your finger in. Get me loose.”

I licked my finger then hawked up a gob of spit, and used it to lube her opening. Butthole. That’s the target. Then I slowly rubbed my wet cockhead, trailing pre-cum, onto her anus ring. Gradually, it opened up and then the head of my cock slipped in.

“Fuck that is tight! I am… fuck… shit… in your…….asshole….shit…..fuck…… goddamn,” I said, spewing nonsense cusswords as I inched in.

“Push harder, you idiot. Fuck me!”

I grabbed her shoulders and pushed my dick up her ass. When I was firmly in, two-thirds buried in her butt, I reversed and drew back for a second stroke. My cock looked pale where her tight butthole had squeezed out the blood from my hard organ.

I pushed back in again, picking up the pace.

Half standing on the park bench, she slammed her body back into mine, meeting each stroke and wedging my hard dick up further and further into her ass, until my pubic bone was crashing against her bum.

She reached under and pulled at my balls. Then she pushed me back out, turned and sat on the bench again.

“Fuck. Did you cum?” I asked.

“Not yet,” she smiled evilly. “Turn around, and bend over.”

I meekly followed her directions. She licked my asshole again, then licked her finger and pushed it up my butthole. “Remember this feeling. Next time, I will bring a little something to keep this hole occupied while you are pounding me.”

My heart jumped. Next time! There would be a next time!

She stood again, turned, put a foot on the bench, and pushed her darkened asshole out at me, an irresistible target. “Now fucking pound me.”

I happily obliged, spitting liberally on my dick and pushing in as far as I could go. She reached under my balls and pushed the tip of her finger into my asshole, and pulled. I pounded hard, then erupted in her butt. “Fuck that is good.”

My cum blasts tipped her over the edge, too. With a few more spasms quaking through our bodies, we slowed and stopped our movements. I pulled her back and turned her to kiss.

“Fuck that was good. I know some of your best features now, right?”

“And I know some of your best features, too.”

“That was fantastic. Fuck!”

“Me too.” We bent and picked up the discarded clothing and dressed, began walking back along the quiet path.

“Hungry?”

“Maybe a little. I am thinking, um, whipped cream?”

I laughed. “Sure. With pie?”

She laughed. “Can we fuck again after dessert?”

“Might be a meteor in the sky or something. There is a chance.”

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