The summer leading into my first year of college was when my innocent horniness ended. For weeks, I'd wondered how I ought to pop my cherry before meeting college boys and needing experience to do them the way they wanted to be done. I'd been to college parties, and whenever sex broke out, my friends and I would watch with cups of un-drunk beers in our hands, as a drunk girl rode and sucked a man with a nice erection.

After watching the show, I walked around on my own and sat down somewhere away from the drunk boys. Somehow, the man in question ended up sitting next to me, clothed, with wet hair from a recent shower. He later became my Big, but he mentioned recognizing me during the haze of it all.

I'd laughed and asked, "You could notice someone else while banging another girl?"

He smiled, rather mischievously and replied, "I would notice you."

So, I joined a co-ed fraternity and let him choose me as his Little. And my first two years of college passed in a flurry of laughter, tears, and a few heartbreaks that never got intimate.

Each time I went through something, he was the first and last text of the day or night. When I wanted to get drunk, he would watch over me and then tuck me in at night with a bucket next to my pillow, before he left.

He knew I was impressed with him the first time I saw him, completely naked, fucking someone else. We’d had opportunities to take an advantage of each other but we never did. My college experience was a whirlwind of jealousy, happiness, tears, and fears thus far.

Starting my third year, at the tender age of 19, I wondered if anything would ever happen for me. As it was, I moved into an apartment for the first time. It was with two of my closer female friends I'd met from the same co-ed fraternity. Their Bigs loved me and their Littles loved me.

I was just the friend-pet; the one everyone felt comfortable and enjoyed hanging around. Especially my roommate's Little who was older than us. He was a senior, a 4th year, and he was the same age as my Big.

His pledge class was the same as my Little, so I came to know him quite well. Not to mention, he was actually friends with my Big. And, well, he was quite hot, majoring in physical health for athletes and the like.

I, however, first noticed just how hot he was at our annual Sport's Event, when we went all out and competed for beer, food, and bragging rights. And all the girls wore short-shorts, sissy sneakers, and tight shirts or tank tops to show off their brightly colored and lacey bras. Some topped it with matching headbands and sunglasses, but I came to discover that that was just for show.

Naturally, all the males were checking the girls out and betting on who they would bed by the end of the night. My Big, naturally, bet on me, warning the other guys off of me. My Little told me that his friend, the Little that was my Big's friend, also bet on me, but my Little didn't. (He said he wouldn't feel right about it.)

To fit in with the girls, I wore what they wore, but my most colorful bra was a bright aqua-green push-up Victoria's Secret bra with no trim. I wore actual running shoes and a tank top that said, "Just Try Getting In My Way." It was my most competitive top. And... well, I'm a pretty competitive person.

The day's events started with some picnic games which led to stretching and and then the more serious games. We played capture the flag which led into flag football. All of it was co-ed, and each time my Big passed me the ball, he protected me fiercely, so I managed to actually score two of the eight touchdowns for our team.

And then, the guys took off their shirts for the second half of the game. Yes, that's when I noticed the Little and couldn't help my eyes from staring at his lovely abdominal muscles. Every girl noticed and some even took pictures. He smiled at me and asked, "Wanna touch 'em?"

I reached out and let my fingertips drag down them. I swallowed, unable to believe they were real. The thought of those, in the dark, helping whatever muscles he needed to bang me made me blush.

My Big wasn't too pleased with my reaction and after the game, when we were laying out on the grass, in the shade, he asked, "Do you want to fuck him?"

I turned and looked up to see him looking down at me with reproachful eyes. I swallowed and replied, "Seeing them turned me on. Just like seeing you fuck that girl the night we first met."

He was quiet for a moment and I noticed that, perhaps, he was contemplating on crossing a line. So, I sat up and added, "I can't sleep with you. You're my Big. You mean too much to me."

It was true; I had no relationship experience and I didn’t dare cross the line set for us by the organization. So long as we were undergraduates, he had a solemn duty of staying on that side of the line, so that we could work together and build a strong friendship after going on from college. He knew it, I knew it, and we both worked hard to maintain it.

That night, I don't know how these things came to be, but, at a party where my team was declared the winners, that Little the MVP. My Big told me to go to him. So, I did. And, when he kissed me, his hand on my butt, I couldn't help but shyly kiss him back.

Our frat family was loud and as the music pumped through the frat house, he led me up to a dim room, and he locked the door behind us. There was only one bed in the room and I immediately recognized it as the head of the fraternity's bedroom.

But he kept kissing me. His tongue licked at my lips and when I opened my mouth to him, I placed my hands on his shoulders as he held both of my butt cheeks, squeezing them and rubbing my crotch against his.

He tasted like beer and sweat, and soap. He was hard. I could feel him and I knew my Big had given him permission, as it is said, to 'stick it to me.'

So, I pushed him away gently and whispered, "Can you fuck me gently?"

He swallowed. It was, maybe, the most tantalizing thing I'd ever said in my life and it was, probably, the most challenging thing he'd heard all day. I reached down and pulled up his shirt. He removed it as I touched his abs, again. I couldn't help it. I tugged at his shorts waistline and he murmured, "Take off your clothes, too."

I couldn’t help but giggle a bit nervously because he was so cute. I decided to make a show of it for him and, after he took off his pants, I led him over to the edge of the bed.

When he sat down, I pulled off my shirt and I turned around so that, when I took off my shorts, he could watch my butt. He leaned back, his cock visibly hard in his boxers. “Is this okay?” I asked, softly with a teasing smile.

“Damn it,” he murmured, reaching down to pull down his boxers as I unhooked my bra and then dropped them to the side. I reached down and, as I pulled off my thong, I heard him groan, already stroking himself with his big hand. I'd never shown anyone my pussy before.

So, I turned around so he could see me, fully. I even swayed my hips, enjoying the distant bass that buzzed to the beat of the music. He reached out and touched me first, pulling me over to stand between his legs.

His right hand drifted from holding onto my hips to slid down so that he could touch my pussy. I gasped as his middle finger rubbed between my lips, just before he pushed to discover my vagina entrance. Having never had anyone but myself touch there, I had to hold onto his shoulders, my knees weak as I softly panted.

"Hey," I murmured, my body losing a bit of control, as he pressed inside where only tampons and vibrators had ventured before him, "I want to play, too." He licked his lips and backed up, onto the bed.

Laying on his back, I climbed on top of him and then arched my body against his, my pussy in his face and his cock on his stomach. I felt his tongue on my clit as his middle finger kept poking me, in and out, slowly pushing in deeper. His tongue started lapping before he flattened it and simply sucked on my clit with his lips. His tongue was rubbing me right.

I managed to flatten my tongue and lick his tip before running my tongue around his head. He tasted salty and then, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and brought him into my mouth with my tongue. His head fit in my mouth, comfortably, so  I pulled him in further, sucking as I did.

I heard him groan and then I groaned, too, as I orgasmed. He didn't stop. Oh, no, but he added his index finger inside me, and I felt a great need unlike any I’d ever felt before. I simply wanted to be fucked.  

I reached forward and held one ball in each hand. I squeezed lightly and then tugged as I moved his tip in my mouth. He gasped and then spunked me. I jumped a bit, quite surprised, and then, he squeezed my butt, massaging it.

I started moving my body, gently rubbing against him him, my nipples against his abs felt so good. I pulled his cock deeper into my mouth and then, I felt his balls tighten as his pre-cum landed on the back of my tongue.

I had no choice but to swallow or choke. So, I swallowed. And when I lifted my upper body, I looked at his tip and saw a little still there. I really wondered if he could fit inside of me.

With his tongue still moving, my hips started moving on their own as I humped his face. Wet-I was quite wet, when I turned, twisting my body, and I asked, "Do you have a condom?"

As I got off of him, he actually opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled one out. "I know he keeps them here," he smiled at me. I couldn't help it. I'd never tasted myself. So, as he opened the plastic, I took it from him and then kissed his lips.

I tasted a muskiness that made me think of smoked meat. I lifted my face and, holding the condom with my lips, I took his erection in my hand and pulled his tip into my mouth, sliding the condom on his lovely six and a half inch erection.

When he was covered, I smiled and lifted myself above him. I stopped just as his covered tip touched my heat. "Are you ready?" I asked, more playful than anything else.

He nodded and replied, "Hell, yes." I slid him in, slowly pulling him in, inch by inch. He was warm but the condom took away a bit of the excitement for me. He did, however, slip in nicely because of the latex.

When he was fully inside of me, and I was at his base, I leaned down and kissed him. He held onto my hips, shifting me slightly, and then, he pulled out and slammed his hips back into me. I gasped against his lips and he started panting, continuing to do it over and over again.

I watched him clench his jaw and sweat as he moved upwards against me. He looked like he was working so hard. He felt so good. His arms were, at first, wrapped around me to hold me still, but I wanted to dominate him.

So, when I sat up, the different angle had him pressing against me. Excited, he sped up, fucking me in the literal sense, a bit too wildly. I'd seen porn and, to get ready for my first time with anyone, I had played with myself with vibrators, so I knew better.

I reached down and calmed his hips. In return, I moved my body back and forth, and he let out a, "Damn." I sped up and held onto his abs as he raised his hands over his head to hold onto the bars of the headboard.

I kept going, fucking him, and he panted, his muscles flexing and releasing. It wasn't how I imagined it, but he came when I started squeezing him from the inside. I hadn't cum yet, and he knew it.

I'm sure he thought about it, but I didn't. Instead, as he propped himself up on his elbows, I pulled off the condom as he softened in my hand. I tossed the soiled condom aside and, I brought his penis to my lips.

His eyes were wide as I licked his tip before bringing him into my mouth. He gasped and laid back as I cleaned him up with my tongue. He groaned a few times, but I softly moaned, wanting more but too afraid to ask.

When I was done, I slid up next to him and he pushed me onto my back. He reached down to rub my wetness, but I didn’t cum again. At that moment, I didn’t mind, but he used it as motivation to ensure a next time, and a next, much to my delight.