My College Friend

I go to community college. I will transfer soon, but I am the type to stay near home. My boyfriend, three years older than me, is a senior at a college in another state. I love him and want our relationship to work out. I am six foot tall and 128 pounds. I have c-cup breasts and a tight, small ass. I don’t work out. I look like this naturally. My blonde hair – with died streaks of lighter blonde – almost reaches my shoulders. 

I am pretty good looking. But I hang out with a guy at college who is incredibly hot. I mean Playgirl model kind of hot. He is a 5’8” blonde guy with a well toned body, blue eyes, and deep features. He turns on any girl. I am lucky enough to carpool with him to school every Monday and Wednesday since we live five minutes from each other and have similar schedules on those days. 

Our flirting has increased lately. I feel bad about my boyfriend when I flirt, but I cannot turn down a guy that looks like this. 

Last weekend I was hanging out with my boyfriend. I already had two beers, and we were getting into the mood. Then Jim, my college friend, called on my cell. “Hold on baby,” I said to my boyfriend. “That’s my girlfriend about carpooling to school on Monday.” I couldn’t tell my boyfriend that I carpooled with Jim. He knows how hot Jim is and would be terribly intimidated. 

I answer my phone, “Hi.” 

“Hey there, baby,” he said as I walked away from my boyfriend. “Hangin’ with your boyfriend?”

“Yep.” 

“Then I shouldn’t start yelling into the phone how hot you are,” he laughed. 

“Stop,” I said. Jim knew that I was lying to my boyfriend, and I think he liked it. “Jim, can you drive again? I am so sorry. My car is still in the shop.” 

“Sure, but I have been driving for three weeks, you know. But that’s okay.” 

“Jim, I feel terrible. I will pay for gas money.” Knowing that the conversation was almost over, I started walking back to my boyfriend. 

Jim said, “Don’t worry about it. Instead you can give me a blowjob in the car every Monday on the way to school.” 

I let out a nervous laugh, “Deal,” I said and hung up. 

I went back to my boyfriend. My mind was racing about what Jim had just said to me. What was I thinking? I should not have had a few beers already. My boyfriend looked at me, “Is everything worked out?”

“Yes,” I said and leaned in to kiss him. He passionately kissed me back. I pictured that I was kissing Jim. I realized that I was wet from the phone call. I straddled my boyfriend (or Jim in my mind) and started grinding into him. 

“What gotten into you?” he said with a groan. 

I leaned into his ear so that I didn’t have to see his face. “Fuck me,” I said. 

Before I knew it, I was riding his cock. He sucked on my tits while I imagined that I was with Jim. I started to cum thinking about another man. I was insatiable. I fucked him all night and all weekend thinking about Jim. 

Before I knew it, it was Monday morning, and I was waiting for Jim. I wore tight jeans and a tight t-shirt. Jim pulled up, and I got into his car. He had his Dad’s BMW, which he looked very sexy in. “Nice car,” I said as I got in. 

“Yeah, I thought I should make it classy today.”

I looked awkwardly at him. 

“Well, let’s see me get my gas money.” 

“Oh, of course.” I picked up my purse on the floor and started to go through it. 

He put his hand on my knee, “Now you know that that’s not what we negotiated.” 

“I-I-I’m sorry,” I stammered. 

“No you’re not. You’re excited and have been for awhile, aren’t you?” He then placed his hand behind my neck. 

“Jim,” I protested, “I have a boyfriend, and…”

Jim started to pull my head into his lap and placed my hand on his cock through his pants. He started rubbing my ass, and I groaned. I started rubbing his cock. “Get to work, baby, we only have a short trip.” 

All of a sudden I was like a woman possessed. I pulled his pants down and gasped. His cock was slightly above average in size. But his whole body was perfect. I was starting as his muscular legs and washboard stomach. I have always wanted to do this with a guy’s body as hot as this. 

I licked the tip of his cock. “Mmmmmmmmmm,” Jim. I then started licking up his cock. His moans sounded great. My panties were drenched already. 

I took him into my mouth. I heard him groan. I started to slowly bob my head up and down. The musky smell made me feel so dirty. I started to pick up the pace. I could bob my head pretty fast – faster than most – and I was only at my medium speed. He started to groan even more. 

“Baby, I haven’t cum in five days. I am going to shoot a huge load into your mouth.” I knew that he had a girlfriend who had been away for almost a week. His girlfriend also looked like a model. I knew that the most I could hope for was to be his slut.

I took my mouth off and pulled his pants down further. His hard, white body was just beautiful. “I can take whatever you give me.” I then started sucking on his musty balls. He groaned even deeper. I sucked them like they were a delicacy in my mouth, moaning approval the whole time. And my moans were because I was so wet. 

I took his cock into my mouth again and started bobbing my head. I then got nervous. I realized that we were close to school with our 9 AM classes fast approaching. Most people arrived just before class. Traffic control waved us in and people just lined their cars next to each other wherever campus police directed us. I didn’t want to be caught with a cock in my mouth. 

But I had to please Jim. Making him cum and swallowing every last drop was necessary if I was to ever get to fuck him. 

I picked up bobbing my head. “That’s right, baby,” he edged me on. “I am going to enjoy every Monday morning.” He let out a deep groan as did I. 

Then we pulled into school. “Park far away,” I said. He ignored me and pushed my head back onto his cock. That turned me on even more, and I started to go full speed. He was thrusting into my face and pulled into a spot. I heard girls talking on the drivers side, then their doors closed. 

The one girl must have looked at me. I just heard her say, “Skanky ‘ho!”

My faced would have been red if I wasn’t focused on pleasing Jim. He was bucking his hips into my face. His cock was burying into my throat. Then I heard guys on the passenger’s side say, “Holy shit. What a slut. Go stud, go!”

Jim was thrusting his hips. I rested my left hand on his beautiful, muscular stomach and my right hand on chiseled inner thigh. 

I then had the tip in my mouth as his cock shot his first load deep into my mouth. I sucked it down. Another shot filled me, then another, then another. I was swallowing as much as I could. Some dripped out. Jim was still cumming, yelling, “Yessssssssss, fuuuucccccckkkkkkkk.” He kept cumming. I was filling my stomach with his huge load of white jizz, and I loved swallowing all that I could. 

I lifted my head up. “How was it?”

“You are a great cocksucker. You love what you do.” 

“Yes, I do.” 

“Meet me at lunch. I will give you the chance to beg me to fuck you.” 

I felt my pussy getting wet. I couldn’t wait to be fucked doggie style at lunch. “See you at lunch,” I said as he got out of the car. He then walked away without waiting for me. 

I was dying to become his slut.