Easy college sex

A few years back, I attended a small college on the gulf of Mexico in
order to finish up my BA. When I chose the school, I had no idea of the
surprises that awaited me; I had been seeing someone and we transferred
there together, but broke up 6 months later, leaving both of us to explore
the more social aspects of the school. As it turned out, I had much to be
grateful for….

The school was reputable academically, yet socially must have been the
US’s best kept college sex secret. I was amazed to find out how much
rampant sex there was going around. Phew. Of course, I never heard much
about really bizarre or heavy group sex, just a LOT of what most people
would consider normal sex, often with people we all just didn’t know well.
And it was all within the college environment. There were less than 2000
people at this school, and if you didn’t go there, you didn’t fit in, and no
one would have known a thing.

It was called scrumping, and/or hooking up. There were these parties,
almost always one on Friday night and one on Saturday night, and they were
BIG, and most everyone within the social crowd (about 2/3 of the students)
showed up at one time or another. The parties would start at 9pm, get busy
by around 11pm, and pretty much end by around 2am. There were inevitably
themes, varying from bands to DJ’s to tropical ideas to any other idea
someone could come up with for a party. But it was always the same thing.
And even though people complained about it all the time, everyone still went
and participated in some fashion or other.

Some people didn’t participate in hooking up. Some people refused to
sleep with some drunk person they met at a party, even if they wanted to,
and just socialized with friends. That was ok. Also, many people preferred
to have girlfriends and boyfriends, and sometimes those relationships lasted
a while. More often they didn’t, and then such relationships only served
the purpose of giving people allegedly safe & reliable sex with a single
partner, for as long as that lasted. Even so, most people didn’t go to a
blood testing center together to be sure of their new partners. But some
did.

Actually scrumping wasn’t really having sex. Scrumping was when girls
(or boys– I don’t want to be sexist, but it applied more to girls) didn’t
really want to have intercourse, but got really horny and dry-humped. They
kept their underwear on, kissed & petted and did everything else, and
generally made sure the guy was satisfied so he wouldn’t ask for anything
else. Just wanted to clear up that term. But don’t think that people ONLY
scrumped; rather, it was probably the exception to sex as opposed to the
rule.

So there was a LOT of sex going on. And the weird thing about it was
that two people who didn’t necessarily know each other well, would go off
and have sex, maybe stay the night, and then not talk to each other after
that. Or not mention what happened. They would act like nothing happened!
I always thought that was really weird. Oh well. Whatever floats your
boat. A friend once confided in me something her best female friend once
said… she once passed a guy she slept with a couple of weeks prior, and
he said “hey, what’s up?” and went on her way. She thought… “How can
you just be so nonchalant about it? I’ve seen your penis!!!!” I always got
a kick out of that story.

I never did fuck her. But I wanted to…

Anyhow, now that you have some background, I thought i’d start my
narrative with how I met my first Scrumper!
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-=My First Scrumper, and her Roommate!=-

I met my first scrumper while I was doing the laundry. I was a junior,
and we were in the beginning of the fall semester, actually during freshman
orientation. I was there as an orientation counselor of sorts. I wasn’t
formally, but I was associated with one of the student organizations that
wanted to be there and involved. One of the benefits was that I could move
into my dorm room before the other returning students.

I had spent a good deal of the summer (while working in the area)
designing and building a custom loft for my single dorm room (TINY, only
about 8×10 with an alcove & a closet. It was amazing, and it split the room
up literally into two stories, albeit VERY LOW CEILINGED, complete with a
section with no deck where the staircase (not ladder, a real but steep
staircase) rose up. My mattress was on top and my livingroom/
entertainment center was below. Although you might say my entertainment
center moved… upstairs… when the need arose. I had carpeting
everywhere, and the loft was immobile, way overdesigned, and sturdy. There
was NO flex in the upstairs deck. I could have put a waterbed on the top.
Anyway, I had a huge stereo, a couch, a bed, a desk, and just about
everything a college student could want (except a car). It was an amazing
room.

As if I didn’t already know this, every new and returning student who
passed my door spent at least ten minutes dumbstruck either inside my room
or standing at the room’s edge looking in, no doubt jealous. I had
conceived of this tiny space as being the ultimate dorm home, and it was.
Some of my friends referred to this later as a fuck-shack. Originally this
was not the intention (seriously!). But I didn’t mind. Later on, it became
clear to me that that was one of the fringe benefits. Most people put
together their own little variation of the dorm routine. I had a home.

Anyhow, one afternoon during this frosh orientation, I was doing laundry.
And I had just put some clothes into the dryer and left the room when I saw
this pert strawberry blonde headed there with a basket full of clothes. She
smiled; I smiled back; I had no idea who she was, but she had really large
breasts, and I was glad I had sunglasses on to hide the fact that I was
staring. By themselves they were large, but because she was about my height
and also well built (trim, but not petite) they didn’t seem too big. In
fact, they probably looked very proportionate, now that I think about it.
In any case, I just mumbled something about freeing up the washers, and that
I would be back a little later; I had to go get a haircut and might be a
little late in removing my clothes. She had to be a freshman.

That was all that happened until I got back. I dropped my wallet off in
my room and went to pick up my clothes in the dryers, when I noticed all of
my clothes *VERY* neatly folded on top of the dryer. I had never seen this
before! Never! Well, obviously, I was impressed, so when I brought the
clothes back to my room, I wrote a note saying “To whomever folded my
laundry: Thank you! I’ve never seen that before! If you feel like it, you
can come on by my room (and I put the room number) for a beer or soda. If
not, thanks again!” and I went and taped the note back to the dryer top.

I had almost forgotten the whole event when about an hour later, this
girl showed up in my doorway (I always left the door open when I wasn’t
doing anything private– friendlier that way I guess)! With a BIG grin! I
invited her in and found out her name was Kati and that she figured it was
just the expected courtesy to fold clothes so they don’t wrinkle and I said
no one had ever done that for me and thanked her, while I handed her beer.
I jokingly asked if she was 18, and she said just barely (offering alcohol
to minors if you were an upperclassmen was both frowned upon SERIOUSLY and
ironically overlooked. Freshman were going to find a way to do as they
pleased anyhow.

So Kati accepted a beer, and we started talking. She thought my room was
amazing, and I thought she had great tits, considering the way they were
pushing out her t-shirt. Anyhow, nothing happened that afternoon, but what
I didn’t know (until later) was that when she left, she ran to her room to
tell her roommate that she had met this JUNIOR with the most fantastic room.
She called me up to see if I was still planning on renting a movie with my
friend Marc, and if so could she come, and bring along her roommate. I
agreed, and after calling Marc, managed to convince him to spend some time
frosh-trim hunting. This was *orientation*, after all.

Marc and I both know this guy from the previous Summer who described his
orientation weeks as an upperclassman: If you don’t get laid the first
night, you might as well stop trying. I thought this was pretty sexist;
although I wanted sex as much as the next guy; I (Don’t think I’m a wimp;
I’m just too educated to treat women like dirt) just didn’t think it was
worth fucking someone over after fucking them. I mean, if the girl is
interested in just FUCKING for the hell of it, GREAT. But I think date rape
is despicable. Anyhow, enough of my rambling.

That night Marc got the movies and came over to my room (he had a bigger
apartment off campus) but he always felt out of touch with the college scene
and the social life on campus. So he came over, and shortly after, we heard
a knock on the door. I knew it was Kati, and opened the door. BIG
surprise! I recognized the face behind her! And that BODY! Kati
introduced her roommate Christine to both of us. NICE TO MEET YOU….

…The Flashback…

I knew Christine not by name, but visually from something of a distance. On
the first day of orientation, all the frosh and the counselors were supposed
to go to a big beach party held by the alumni council at this nearby strip
of deserted (usually) beach. The day was filled mostly with swimming,
tanning, volleyball and FOOD. Paradise for a little while. Well, Christine
was there I suppose with her roommate Kati; I DIDN’T NOTICE because
Christine was so hot. Christine blew away anyone within 10 yards of her.
BLAM! What a body! She was petite, but she still looked like she had these
amazing long tan legs. And they ended in the most fantastic, strong and
perfect bubble butt. Phew. She had small but beautifully rounded breasts
that stopped in these little dark pencil eraser nipples (VERY visible). And
her face… she had the sexiest little eyes and pouting lips MADE for
giving head. WOW. WOW. I was so busy staring at her through my glasses
that one of the counselors I had been seeing during the end of the Summer
(through around that time) started to think I wasn’t paying any attention to
her. We were sitting on the beach, and Christine was wading thigh deep
along with several girls. Hannah (the other counselor) leaned over at me
and whispered into my ear… “Let’s swim out a ways and fuck. I need your
cock inside me….” I got hard immediately.

Hannah liked to talk dirty, but she always giggled afterwards as if she felt
a little embarrassed about it. So we rolled into the water playfully (I
wasn’t about to get up and walk in… sporting a tent pole) and began to
swim out for a bit. When we reached a safe distance (so that no one could
see under water, but still in front of EVERYONE), she pulled my trunks down
and grabbed my cock and squeezed really hard, causing me to gasp. She
quickly pulled her bikini bottom out of the way(side) and engulfed me. We
kissed for a while and just floated like that. It was perfect. It felt
soooo good; Hannah had a really tight snatch, but she also knew how to
squeeze her pussy really well. And she liked to fuck. But I didn’t really
have a lot in common with her. So things were just starting to heat up…
Hannah started to pick up the pace…

And then I noticed her [Christine] staring at us. We were close enough that
I could see the faraway expression in her eyes; I was looking at the shore
and Hannah was facing towards me away at the water. Christine’s mouth was
just open just a little bit and I could tell she was certain of what we were
doing. No one else seemed to notice us. I couldn’t believe it… here,
Hannah was moving up and down on my cock, squeezing the cum right out of me,
and Christine was standing at the shore thinking who knows what. I stared
away at first, trying to be nonchalant about it, but Hannah started getting
more and more frenzied about her motions. She wasn’t moving up and down a
lot, but she was squeezing my cock really hard and gyrating her hips in
towards me and forcing me in deep, and she was doing this little motion
faster and faster. I watched as Christine sat down and started wading in
the shallow water, and I was amazed at what I saw! She moved one of her
hands down where no one could see it, and she stared right at me as she
stared to frig herself! I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her instead
of Hannah!

I felt it building up from deep inside my balls and I whispered to Hannah,
“I’m… coming.. yeah… fuck me harder! That’s it…” and she started to
speed it up. We weren’t making a lot of fuss in the water, but as I started
to go over the brink, this 18 year old goddess in the water maybe 15-20
yards from us stared right into my eyes while her arm moved about under the
water, and mouthed the words… “come for me.”

That did it! I went right over the edge and headfirst into the abyss! I
imagined it was that water nymphette’s pussy I was spurting my come into
really hard; it was her cooing in my ear, and it was her squeezing the fuck
out of me. And then, it was her who reached down as I was coming and gently
squeezed and scratched my balls. I love that…

Well, Hannah did know how to fuck the shit out of me… but I knew from
that afternoon on that I needed to find another fuck-buddy (another term
from this fantastic educational institution).

The girl on the shore watched as we separated and drifted off to relax… I
kept looking over at her, and once mouthed back to her “thank you…” which
got a smile. But that was it, or so I thought.

Hannah and I didn’t feel the need to speak to each other any more that day,
which was fine with me. It was time to move back on the prowl…
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So I said, “well, Christine, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Kati said “Do you two know each other? Damn! I thought I met you first!”

Christine responded, “no, we just saw each other and smiled once. This is
the first real meeting!” She smiled and turned, “Damn you have such a cool
room! Wow!”

I wondered if Marc was feeling left out, but he knew he had a cool apt., and
that he was going to have to put up with this as a price to stay in touch
with the college scene. So it was understood, unsaid. Kati turned to
Christine and said, “didn’t I tell you! This is so well laid out! [nice
choice of words..] I told you, didn’t I?” and Christine just nodded and
smiled.

I invited them both in and Marc sat down on the couch under the loft. The
lower space had a ceiling of 5 feet, so you really had to crouch to get
under there, which you HAD to do to reach the staircase, but you could stand
fully on the staircase except when you got to the top. That had 4 feet
clearance, so you had to kneel or crawl around (on the mattress…). Even
though it sounds tight, it worked really well.

I had already given a tour to Kati (all went above-board, nothing happened),
but Christine asked if she could check out the whole room, and when I said
yes, she started hopping up the stairs really fast to get a picture of
upstairs. I went on up and stood on the staircase. That left Marc and Kati
to say hello and meet (which they did), and because of the layout, they
couldn’t see upstairs to my expressions or Christine, who was moving around
the top floor (mostly bed) and checking out the shelves behind (and the
mirror at the head of the bed– tacky, but effective) and the GREAT view out
the bay window to the water not 30 feet away. I asked her “so how do you
like it?” She looked at me; her eyes got narrow and she licked her lips
suggestively…

This girl was incredible! First of all, although my ROOM was great, and I
got my share of good sex & friends, I didn’t think I was all that great
looking. But here was this shameless gorgeous vixen writhing on my bed,
Kati and Marc talking downstairs, and before I had a chance to wink and say
let’s go watch the movie, she moved back towards the pillows, faced me,
leaned back and reached down, spreading her legs…. and she just started
rubbing her crotch really hard… I just about died.

So I got my voice back and reminded her of the movie, and as she passed me
on the staircase on her way down (it was really steep so I gave her a hand),
she reached behind her in a way no one could see and stroked my erection
powerfully. I almost choked, it felt so good.