u/RealestTeay

I’m going to talk about something that happened about 2 months ago. I’m the type of girl who would always takes the stairs because elevators make me anxious and it is actually funny how that worked out.

So where do I begin? Okay, I had stayed super late at the campus library because I had to finish a paper. By the it was almost midnight and I was really exhausted. When I got to the elevator I saw this guy from one of my classes waiting there too. This guy was always the quiet tall type of a guy who always sits at the back and barely even speaks. We had never really talked before but when we met at the elevator we looked at each other and just nodded our head, barely saying anything … it felt kind of like “yeah this is awkward.”

The elevator doors closed and it started going down, then all of a sudden it jerked hard and just stopped right were… we were so confused at that time. The lights started shaking and everything became quiet except for I think a low sound that was coming for the elevator. After that we realized that we were stuck between floors.

At first we both laughed nervously, yeah because it was awkward but then he had to press the emergency button so he could talk to the security guy on the intercom. They said it would take like 30-45 minutes to get someone to fix it….it was great hearing that.

So there we were, it was just the two of us right there in this small elevator. The air started getting warm and getting warmer because we had being there for a while…I was also wearing a loose hoodie and short skirt because I was coming straight out from my dorm. While sat down on the floor and he sat across from me while he stretched out his legs to the extent that his shoes were almost touching mine.

We didn’t know what to do so we started talking just to kill time. I remember that we talked about small stuff at first, then later it got more personal. He admitted he had noticed me in class before and I told him I thought he was always focused and serious. Without realizing the conversation got flirty without us meaning it to or who knows maybe we actually did mean to… lol.

After maybe twenty minutes the air started feeling really stuffy to the extent that I could breathe well so I took off my hoodie so I could probably get some air and I was just in a tank top. When I turned it his side I caught him looking at my chest for a second before he realized I almost caught him so he looked away. I was like did I just see him staring at my boobs. I mean I have always said that I was usually so shy but being trapped there made everything feel quite intense.

He moved, sat closer to me and our shoulders were touching now. Then he put his hand on my bare knee, when I saw he placed his hand there, I didn’t even say anything. After that he slowly started tracing his fingers up my thigh, right under my skirt. My heart started beating faster and I kept thinking “Melanie you don’t even know him properly, what are you doing?”

But upon I kept thinking that, I still let him do it and  his fingers kept moving higher until he had finally reached up all the way to my panties. He rubbed me gently over the fabric at first, then pushed it to the side and started to touch me properly. I was already wet because he slid one of his finger inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit in slow circles.

I had to cover my mouth with my hand because I didn’t want to make noise. He kept going while adding a second finger by moving them in and out while looking at my face. At the time it felt so good but also so wrong because we could get rescued any minute and thinking about that risk itself funnily made me even wetter.

He leaned in on me  and kissed my neck while fingering me deeper. I was biting my lip so hard with my legs shaking. So I  reached over closer to him and I started rubbing him through his jeans. He was so hard that I could feel him throbbing under my hand.

We were both breathing so heavy he kept whispering to me how wet I was and how long he had wanted to do this. I was so close to cumming on his fingers when we suddenly heard voices and the elevator moved.

We pulled apart super fast and I quickly fixed my skirt and put my hoodie back on. As I stood up my legs felt weak and when the doors finally opened the maintenance guy was just there looking at us suspiciously. We both acted like nothing happened and walked out towards different directions.

We never talked about it again although we still see each other in class sometimes.. all we just do is to just give each other small awkward smiles.

But till date I still can’t believe that happened. Especially for the fact that I let a guy finger me in a stuck elevator while I was waiting to be rescued. I think about it every time I see an elevator now and yeah, I get wet just remembering how close I was to finishing.

I’m going to talk about something that happened about 2 months ago. I’m the type of girl who would always takes the stairs because elevators make me anxious and it is actually funny how that worked out.

So where do I begin? Okay, I had stayed super late at the campus library because I had to finish a paper. By the it was almost midnight and I was really exhausted. When I got to the elevator I saw this guy from one of my classes waiting there too. This guy was always the quiet tall type of a guy who always sits at the back and barely even speaks. We had never really talked before but when we met at the elevator we looked at each other and just nodded our head, barely saying anything … it felt kind of like “yeah this is awkward.”

The elevator doors closed and it started going down, then all of a sudden it jerked hard and just stopped right were… we were so confused at that time. The lights started shaking and everything became quiet except for I think a low sound that was coming for the elevator. After that we realized that we were stuck between floors.

At first we both laughed nervously, yeah because it was awkward but then he had to press the emergency button so he could talk to the security guy on the intercom. They said it would take like 30-45 minutes to get someone to fix it….it was great hearing that.

So there we were, it was just the two of us right there in this small elevator. The air started getting warm and getting warmer because we had being there for a while…I was also wearing a loose hoodie and short skirt because I was coming straight out from my dorm. While sat down on the floor and he sat across from me while he stretched out his legs to the extent that his shoes were almost touching mine.

We didn’t know what to do so we started talking just to kill time. I remember that we talked about small stuff at first, then later it got more personal. He admitted he had noticed me in class before and I told him I thought he was always focused and serious. Without realizing the conversation got flirty without us meaning it to or who knows maybe we actually did mean to… lol.

After maybe twenty minutes the air started feeling really stuffy to the extent that I could breathe well so I took off my hoodie so I could probably get some air and I was just in a tank top. When I turned it his side I caught him looking at my chest for a second before he realized I almost caught him so he looked away. I was like did I just see him staring at my boobs. I mean I have always said that I was usually so shy but being trapped there made everything feel quite intense.

He moved, sat closer to me and our shoulders were touching now. Then he put his hand on my bare knee, when I saw he placed his hand there, I didn’t even say anything. After that he slowly started tracing his fingers up my thigh, right under my skirt. My heart started beating faster and I kept thinking “Melanie you don’t even know him properly, what are you doing?”

But upon I kept thinking that, I still let him do it and  his fingers kept moving higher until he had finally reached up all the way to my panties. He rubbed me gently over the fabric at first, then pushed it to the side and started to touch me properly. I was already wet because he slid one of his finger inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit in slow circles.

I had to cover my mouth with my hand because I didn’t want to make noise. He kept going while adding a second finger by moving them in and out while looking at my face. At the time it felt so good but also so wrong because we could get rescued any minute and thinking about that risk itself funnily made me even wetter.

He leaned in on me  and kissed my neck while fingering me deeper. I was biting my lip so hard with my legs shaking. So I  reached over closer to him and I started rubbing him through his jeans. He was so hard that I could feel him throbbing under my hand.

We were both breathing so heavy he kept whispering to me how wet I was and how long he had wanted to do this. I was so close to cumming on his fingers when we suddenly heard voices and the elevator moved.

We pulled apart super fast and I quickly fixed my skirt and put my hoodie back on. As I stood up my legs felt weak and when the doors finally opened the maintenance guy was just there looking at us suspiciously. We both acted like nothing happened and walked out towards different directions.

We never talked about it again although we still see each other in class sometimes.. all we just do is to just give each other small awkward smiles.

But till date I still can’t believe that happened. Especially for the fact that I let a guy finger me in a stuck elevator while I was waiting to be rescued. I think about it every time I see an elevator now and yeah, I get wet just remembering how close I was to finishing.

I’m going to talk about something that happened about 2 months ago. I’m the type of girl who would always takes the stairs because elevators make me anxious and it is actually funny how that worked out.

So where do I begin? Okay, I had stayed super late at the campus library because I had to finish a paper. By the it was almost midnight and I was really exhausted. When I got to the elevator I saw this guy from one of my classes waiting there too. This guy was always the quiet tall type of a guy who always sits at the back and barely even speaks. We had never really talked before but when we met at the elevator we looked at each other and just nodded our head, barely saying anything … it felt kind of like “yeah this is awkward.”

The elevator doors closed and it started going down, then all of a sudden it jerked hard and just stopped right were… we were so confused at that time. The lights started shaking and everything became quiet except for I think a low sound that was coming for the elevator. After that we realized that we were stuck between floors.

At first we both laughed nervously, yeah because it was awkward but then he had to press the emergency button so he could talk to the security guy on the intercom. They said it would take like 30-45 minutes to get someone to fix it….it was great hearing that.

So there we were, it was just the two of us right there in this small elevator. The air started getting warm and getting warmer because we had being there for a while…I was also wearing a loose hoodie and short skirt because I was coming straight out from my dorm. While sat down on the floor and he sat across from me while he stretched out his legs to the extent that his shoes were almost touching mine.

We didn’t know what to do so we started talking just to kill time. I remember that we talked about small stuff at first, then later it got more personal. He admitted he had noticed me in class before and I told him I thought he was always focused and serious. Without realizing the conversation got flirty without us meaning it to or who knows maybe we actually did mean to… lol.

After maybe twenty minutes the air started feeling really stuffy to the extent that I could breathe well so I took off my hoodie so I could probably get some air and I was just in a tank top. When I turned it his side I caught him looking at my chest for a second before he realized I almost caught him so he looked away. I was like did I just see him staring at my boobs. I mean I have always said that I was usually so shy but being trapped there made everything feel quite intense.

He moved, sat closer to me and our shoulders were touching now. Then he put his hand on my bare knee, when I saw he placed his hand there, I didn’t even say anything. After that he slowly started tracing his fingers up my thigh, right under my skirt. My heart started beating faster and I kept thinking “Melanie you don’t even know him properly, what are you doing?”

But upon I kept thinking that, I still let him do it and  his fingers kept moving higher until he had finally reached up all the way to my panties. He rubbed me gently over the fabric at first, then pushed it to the side and started to touch me properly. I was already wet because he slid one of his finger inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit in slow circles.

I had to cover my mouth with my hand because I didn’t want to make noise. He kept going while adding a second finger by moving them in and out while looking at my face. At the time it felt so good but also so wrong because we could get rescued any minute and thinking about that risk itself funnily made me even wetter.

He leaned in on me  and kissed my neck while fingering me deeper. I was biting my lip so hard with my legs shaking. So I  reached over closer to him and I started rubbing him through his jeans. He was so hard that I could feel him throbbing under my hand.

We were both breathing so heavy he kept whispering to me how wet I was and how long he had wanted to do this. I was so close to cumming on his fingers when we suddenly heard voices and the elevator moved.

We pulled apart super fast and I quickly fixed my skirt and put my hoodie back on. As I stood up my legs felt weak and when the doors finally opened the maintenance guy was just there looking at us suspiciously. We both acted like nothing happened and walked out towards different directions.

We never talked about it again although we still see each other in class sometimes.. all we just do is to just give each other small awkward smiles.

But till date I still can’t believe that happened. Especially for the fact that I let a guy finger me in a stuck elevator while I was waiting to be rescued. I think about it every time I see an elevator now and yeah, I get wet just remembering how close I was to finishing.

I’m going to talk about something that happened about 2 months ago. I’m the type of girl who would always takes the stairs because elevators make me anxious and it is actually funny how that worked out.

So where do I begin? Okay, I had stayed super late at the campus library because I had to finish a paper. By the it was almost midnight and I was really exhausted. When I got to the elevator I saw this guy from one of my classes waiting there too. This guy was always the quiet tall type of a guy who always sits at the back and barely even speaks. We had never really talked before but when we met at the elevator we looked at each other and just nodded our head, barely saying anything … it felt kind of like “yeah this is awkward.”

The elevator doors closed and it started going down, then all of a sudden it jerked hard and just stopped right were… we were so confused at that time. The lights started shaking and everything became quiet except for I think a low sound that was coming for the elevator. After that we realized that we were stuck between floors.

At first we both laughed nervously, yeah because it was awkward but then he had to press the emergency button so he could talk to the security guy on the intercom. They said it would take like 30-45 minutes to get someone to fix it….it was great hearing that.

So there we were, it was just the two of us right there in this small elevator. The air started getting warm and getting warmer because we had being there for a while…I was also wearing a loose hoodie and short skirt because I was coming straight out from my dorm. While sat down on the floor and he sat across from me while he stretched out his legs to the extent that his shoes were almost touching mine.

We didn’t know what to do so we started talking just to kill time. I remember that we talked about small stuff at first, then later it got more personal. He admitted he had noticed me in class before and I told him I thought he was always focused and serious. Without realizing the conversation got flirty without us meaning it to or who knows maybe we actually did mean to… lol.

After maybe twenty minutes the air started feeling really stuffy to the extent that I could breathe well so I took off my hoodie so I could probably get some air and I was just in a tank top. When I turned it his side I caught him looking at my chest for a second before he realized I almost caught him so he looked away. I was like did I just see him staring at my boobs. I mean I have always said that I was usually so shy but being trapped there made everything feel quite intense.

He moved, sat closer to me and our shoulders were touching now. Then he put his hand on my bare knee, when I saw he placed his hand there, I didn’t even say anything. After that he slowly started tracing his fingers up my thigh, right under my skirt. My heart started beating faster and I kept thinking “Melanie you don’t even know him properly, what are you doing?”

But upon I kept thinking that, I still let him do it and  his fingers kept moving higher until he had finally reached up all the way to my panties. He rubbed me gently over the fabric at first, then pushed it to the side and started to touch me properly. I was already wet because he slid one of his finger inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit in slow circles.

I had to cover my mouth with my hand because I didn’t want to make noise. He kept going while adding a second finger by moving them in and out while looking at my face. At the time it felt so good but also so wrong because we could get rescued any minute and thinking about that risk itself funnily made me even wetter.

He leaned in on me  and kissed my neck while fingering me deeper. I was biting my lip so hard with my legs shaking. So I  reached over closer to him and I started rubbing him through his jeans. He was so hard that I could feel him throbbing under my hand.

We were both breathing so heavy he kept whispering to me how wet I was and how long he had wanted to do this. I was so close to cumming on his fingers when we suddenly heard voices and the elevator moved.

We pulled apart super fast and I quickly fixed my skirt and put my hoodie back on. As I stood up my legs felt weak and when the doors finally opened the maintenance guy was just there looking at us suspiciously. We both acted like nothing happened and walked out towards different directions.

We never talked about it again although we still see each other in class sometimes.. all we just do is to just give each other small awkward smiles.

But till date I still can’t believe that happened. Especially for the fact that I let a guy finger me in a stuck elevator while I was waiting to be rescued. I think about it every time I see an elevator now and yeah, I get wet just remembering how close I was to finishing.

This happened a few months back.

There was this small dorm party on our floor….it was nothing crazy, it was just like 10-12 people with music, cheap drinks and way too many people squeezed into one room. I was feeling good after a couple drinks and being you know, like my usual flirty self, teasing this guy named Ryan who lives like two doors down. He’s cute, tall, plays basketball and he always laughs at my dumb jokes.

We were playing truth or dare and things were getting spicy. When it got to my turn, someone dared me to sit on Ryan’s lap for the next three rounds. I laughed and was like “easy lemon squeezy” but as soon as I sat down on him I knew I fucked up. He was already kinda hard and the second my ass pressed against him I felt it move. I tried to play it cool by laughing and talking to everyone like nothing was happening. But Ryan’s hands were on my hips to keep me in one place and every time I kept moving even by just a little, I could feel him getting harder under me. I remember whispering to him saying something like “you good back there?” and he would just grip my hips tighter and move his hands a bit. It felt naughty, there were so many people around us and no one could see his dick was hard.

The dare ended but I didn’t get up and no one seemed to care so I just stayed right there slowly rocking my hips every time the music got loud so nobody would notice. I could feel myself getting super wet even my thin shorts were not helping at all. Ryan started breathing heavier close to my neck and he said to me “you’re driving me crazy” in my ear. When he said that it sent chills down my back.

But I kept pretending like I was just being playful laughing with my friends while I was secretly grinding on his dick through our clothes. He was so hard it was actually pounding against me. I was was sitting sideways with my back away from the people mostly. At some point he slid his hand underneath my t-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then he slowly moved it down until his fingers were under the waistband of my shorts.

I was so turned to the extent that I almost moaned without realizing. It was kinda sad because I really wanted him to just pull my shorts to the side and touch me properly so bad but it’s not possible because we were literally in a room full of people. But we kept doing that for like 20 minutes…. I was grinding slow, pretending I was swaying to music and he carresing me lower and lower, but unfortunately not touching me where I want wanted. I was soaked and frustrated as hell.

Eventually the party started dying down and people began leaving. I stood up real quick and when I looked at him, he gave him a wink and went back to my room with my heart pounding.

It's really a crazy stuff because we never even kissed that night but fuck… I still think about how hard he was and how wet I got just grinding on him in front of everyone.

I can say I’m such a mess sometimes.

This happened a few months back.

There was this small dorm party on our floor….it was nothing crazy, it was just like 10-12 people with music, cheap drinks and way too many people squeezed into one room. I was feeling good after a couple drinks and being you know, like my usual flirty self, teasing this guy named Ryan who lives like two doors down. He’s cute, tall, plays basketball and he always laughs at my dumb jokes.

We were playing truth or dare and things were getting spicy. When it got to my turn, someone dared me to sit on Ryan’s lap for the next three rounds. I laughed and was like “easy lemon squeezy” but as soon as I sat down on him I knew I fucked up. He was already kinda hard and the second my ass pressed against him I felt it move. I tried to play it cool by laughing and talking to everyone like nothing was happening. But Ryan’s hands were on my hips to keep me in one place and every time I kept moving even by just a little, I could feel him getting harder under me. I remember whispering to him saying something like “you good back there?” and he would just grip my hips tighter and move his hands a bit. It felt naughty, there were so many people around us and no one could see his dick was hard.

The dare ended but I didn’t get up and no one seemed to care so I just stayed right there slowly rocking my hips every time the music got loud so nobody would notice. I could feel myself getting super wet even my thin shorts were not helping at all. Ryan started breathing heavier close to my neck and he said to me “you’re driving me crazy” in my ear. When he said that it sent chills down my back.

But I kept pretending like I was just being playful laughing with my friends while I was secretly grinding on his dick through our clothes. He was so hard it was actually pounding against me. I was was sitting sideways with my back away from the people mostly. At some point he slid his hand underneath my t-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then he slowly moved it down until his fingers were under the waistband of my shorts.

I was so turned to the extent that I almost moaned without realizing. It was kinda sad because I really wanted him to just pull my shorts to the side and touch me properly so bad but it’s not possible because we were literally in a room full of people. But we kept doing that for like 20 minutes…. I was grinding slow, pretending I was swaying to music and he carresing me lower and lower, but unfortunately not touching me where I want wanted. I was soaked and frustrated as hell.

Eventually the party started dying down and people began leaving. I stood up real quick and when I looked at him, he gave him a wink and went back to my room with my heart pounding.

It's really a crazy stuff because we never even kissed that night but fuck… I still think about how hard he was and how wet I got just grinding on him in front of everyone.

I can say I’m such a mess sometimes.

This happened a few months back.

There was this small dorm party on our floor….it was nothing crazy, it was just like 10-12 people with music, cheap drinks and way too many people squeezed into one room. I was feeling good after a couple drinks and being you know, like my usual flirty self, teasing this guy named Ryan who lives like two doors down. He’s cute, tall, plays basketball and he always laughs at my dumb jokes.

We were playing truth or dare and things were getting spicy. When it got to my turn, someone dared me to sit on Ryan’s lap for the next three rounds. I laughed and was like “easy lemon squeezy” but as soon as I sat down on him I knew I fucked up. He was already kinda hard and the second my ass pressed against him I felt it move. I tried to play it cool by laughing and talking to everyone like nothing was happening. But Ryan’s hands were on my hips to keep me in one place and every time I kept moving even by just a little, I could feel him getting harder under me. I remember whispering to him saying something like “you good back there?” and he would just grip my hips tighter and move his hands a bit. It felt naughty, there were so many people around us and no one could see his dick was hard.

The dare ended but I didn’t get up and no one seemed to care so I just stayed right there slowly rocking my hips every time the music got loud so nobody would notice. I could feel myself getting super wet even my thin shorts were not helping at all. Ryan started breathing heavier close to my neck and he said to me “you’re driving me crazy” in my ear. When he said that it sent chills down my back.

But I kept pretending like I was just being playful laughing with my friends while I was secretly grinding on his dick through our clothes. He was so hard it was actually pounding against me. I was was sitting sideways with my back away from the people mostly. At some point he slid his hand underneath my t-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then he slowly moved it down until his fingers were under the waistband of my shorts.

I was so turned to the extent that I almost moaned without realizing. It was kinda sad because I really wanted him to just pull my shorts to the side and touch me properly so bad but it’s not possible because we were literally in a room full of people. But we kept doing that for like 20 minutes…. I was grinding slow, pretending I was swaying to music and he carresing me lower and lower, but unfortunately not touching me where I want wanted. I was soaked and frustrated as hell.

Eventually the party started dying down and people began leaving. I stood up real quick and when I looked at him, he gave him a wink and went back to my room with my heart pounding.

It's really a crazy stuff because we never even kissed that night but fuck… I still think about how hard he was and how wet I got just grinding on him in front of everyone.

I can say I’m such a mess sometimes.

This happened a few months back.

There was this small dorm party on our floor….it was nothing crazy, it was just like 10-12 people with music, cheap drinks and way too many people squeezed into one room. I was feeling good after a couple drinks and being you know, like my usual flirty self, teasing this guy named Ryan who lives like two doors down. He’s cute, tall, plays basketball and he always laughs at my dumb jokes.

We were playing truth or dare and things were getting spicy. When it got to my turn, someone dared me to sit on Ryan’s lap for the next three rounds. I laughed and was like “easy lemon squeezy” but as soon as I sat down on him I knew I fucked up. He was already kinda hard and the second my ass pressed against him I felt it move. I tried to play it cool by laughing and talking to everyone like nothing was happening. But Ryan’s hands were on my hips to keep me in one place and every time I kept moving even by just a little, I could feel him getting harder under me. I remember whispering to him saying something like “you good back there?” and he would just grip my hips tighter and move his hands a bit. It felt naughty, there were so many people around us and no one could see his dick was hard.

The dare ended but I didn’t get up and no one seemed to care so I just stayed right there slowly rocking my hips every time the music got loud so nobody would notice. I could feel myself getting super wet even my thin shorts were not helping at all. Ryan started breathing heavier close to my neck and he said to me “you’re driving me crazy” in my ear. When he said that it sent chills down my back.

But I kept pretending like I was just being playful laughing with my friends while I was secretly grinding on his dick through our clothes. He was so hard it was actually pounding against me. I was was sitting sideways with my back away from the people mostly. At some point he slid his hand underneath my t-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then he slowly moved it down until his fingers were under the waistband of my shorts.

I was so turned to the extent that I almost moaned without realizing. It was kinda sad because I really wanted him to just pull my shorts to the side and touch me properly so bad but it’s not possible because we were literally in a room full of people. But we kept doing that for like 20 minutes…. I was grinding slow, pretending I was swaying to music and he carresing me lower and lower, but unfortunately not touching me where I want wanted. I was soaked and frustrated as hell.

Eventually the party started dying down and people began leaving. I stood up real quick and when I looked at him, he gave him a wink and went back to my room with my heart pounding.

It's really a crazy stuff because we never even kissed that night but fuck… I still think about how hard he was and how wet I got just grinding on him in front of everyone.

I can say I’m such a mess sometimes.

This happened a few months back.

There was this small dorm party on our floor….it was nothing crazy, it was just like 10-12 people with music, cheap drinks and way too many people squeezed into one room. I was feeling good after a couple drinks and being you know, like my usual flirty self, teasing this guy named Ryan who lives like two doors down. He’s cute, tall, plays basketball and he always laughs at my dumb jokes.

We were playing truth or dare and things were getting spicy. When it got to my turn, someone dared me to sit on Ryan’s lap for the next three rounds. I laughed and was like “easy lemon squeezy” but as soon as I sat down on him I knew I fucked up. He was already kinda hard and the second my ass pressed against him I felt it move. I tried to play it cool by laughing and talking to everyone like nothing was happening. But Ryan’s hands were on my hips to keep me in one place and every time I kept moving even by just a little, I could feel him getting harder under me. I remember whispering to him saying something like “you good back there?” and he would just grip my hips tighter and move his hands a bit. It felt naughty, there were so many people around us and no one could see his dick was hard.

The dare ended but I didn’t get up and no one seemed to care so I just stayed right there slowly rocking my hips every time the music got loud so nobody would notice. I could feel myself getting super wet even my thin shorts were not helping at all. Ryan started breathing heavier close to my neck and he said to me “you’re driving me crazy” in my ear. When he said that it sent chills down my back.

But I kept pretending like I was just being playful laughing with my friends while I was secretly grinding on his dick through our clothes. He was so hard it was actually pounding against me. I was was sitting sideways with my back away from the people mostly. At some point he slid his hand underneath my t-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then he slowly moved it down until his fingers were under the waistband of my shorts.

I was so turned to the extent that I almost moaned without realizing. It was kinda sad because I really wanted him to just pull my shorts to the side and touch me properly so bad but it’s not possible because we were literally in a room full of people. But we kept doing that for like 20 minutes…. I was grinding slow, pretending I was swaying to music and he carresing me lower and lower, but unfortunately not touching me where I want wanted. I was soaked and frustrated as hell.

Eventually the party started dying down and people began leaving. I stood up real quick and when I looked at him, he gave him a wink and went back to my room with my heart pounding.

It's really a crazy stuff because we never even kissed that night but fuck… I still think about how hard he was and how wet I got just grinding on him in front of everyone.

I can say I’m such a mess sometimes.

This happened a few months back.

There was this small dorm party on our floor….it was nothing crazy, it was just like 10-12 people with music, cheap drinks and way too many people squeezed into one room. I was feeling good after a couple drinks and being you know, like my usual flirty self, teasing this guy named Ryan who lives like two doors down. He’s cute, tall, plays basketball and he always laughs at my dumb jokes.

We were playing truth or dare and things were getting spicy. When it got to my turn, someone dared me to sit on Ryan’s lap for the next three rounds. I laughed and was like “easy lemon squeezy” but as soon as I sat down on him I knew I fucked up. He was already kinda hard and the second my ass pressed against him I felt it move. I tried to play it cool by laughing and talking to everyone like nothing was happening. But Ryan’s hands were on my hips to keep me in one place and every time I kept moving even by just a little, I could feel him getting harder under me. I remember whispering to him saying something like “you good back there?” and he would just grip my hips tighter and move his hands a bit. It felt naughty, there were so many people around us and no one could see his dick was hard.

The dare ended but I didn’t get up and no one seemed to care so I just stayed right there slowly rocking my hips every time the music got loud so nobody would notice. I could feel myself getting super wet even my thin shorts were not helping at all. Ryan started breathing heavier close to my neck and he said to me “you’re driving me crazy” in my ear. When he said that it sent chills down my back.

But I kept pretending like I was just being playful laughing with my friends while I was secretly grinding on his dick through our clothes. He was so hard it was actually pounding against me. I was was sitting sideways with my back away from the people mostly. At some point he slid his hand underneath my t-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then he slowly moved it down until his fingers were under the waistband of my shorts.

I was so turned to the extent that I almost moaned without realizing. It was kinda sad because I really wanted him to just pull my shorts to the side and touch me properly so bad but it’s not possible because we were literally in a room full of people. But we kept doing that for like 20 minutes…. I was grinding slow, pretending I was swaying to music and he carresing me lower and lower, but unfortunately not touching me where I want wanted. I was soaked and frustrated as hell.

Eventually the party started dying down and people began leaving. I stood up real quick and when I looked at him, he gave him a wink and went back to my room with my heart pounding.

It's really a crazy stuff because we never even kissed that night but fuck… I still think about how hard he was and how wet I got just grinding on him in front of everyone.

I can say I’m such a mess sometimes.

This happened a few months back.

There was this small dorm party on our floor….it was nothing crazy, it was just like 10-12 people with music, cheap drinks and way too many people squeezed into one room. I was feeling good after a couple drinks and being you know, like my usual flirty self, teasing this guy named Ryan who lives like two doors down. He’s cute, tall, plays basketball and he always laughs at my dumb jokes.

We were playing truth or dare and things were getting spicy. When it got to my turn, someone dared me to sit on Ryan’s lap for the next three rounds. I laughed and was like “easy lemon squeezy” but as soon as I sat down on him I knew I fucked up. He was already kinda hard and the second my ass pressed against him I felt it move. I tried to play it cool by laughing and talking to everyone like nothing was happening. But Ryan’s hands were on my hips to keep me in one place and every time I kept moving even by just a little, I could feel him getting harder under me. I remember whispering to him saying something like “you good back there?” and he would just grip my hips tighter and move his hands a bit. It felt naughty, there were so many people around us and no one could see his dick was hard.

The dare ended but I didn’t get up and no one seemed to care so I just stayed right there slowly rocking my hips every time the music got loud so nobody would notice. I could feel myself getting super wet even my thin shorts were not helping at all. Ryan started breathing heavier close to my neck and he said to me “you’re driving me crazy” in my ear. When he said that it sent chills down my back.

But I kept pretending like I was just being playful laughing with my friends while I was secretly grinding on his dick through our clothes. He was so hard it was actually pounding against me. I was was sitting sideways with my back away from the people mostly. At some point he slid his hand underneath my t-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then he slowly moved it down until his fingers were under the waistband of my shorts.

I was so turned to the extent that I almost moaned without realizing. It was kinda sad because I really wanted him to just pull my shorts to the side and touch me properly so bad but it’s not possible because we were literally in a room full of people. But we kept doing that for like 20 minutes…. I was grinding slow, pretending I was swaying to music and he carresing me lower and lower, but unfortunately not touching me where I want wanted. I was soaked and frustrated as hell.

Eventually the party started dying down and people began leaving. I stood up real quick and when I looked at him, he gave him a wink and went back to my room with my heart pounding.

It's really a crazy stuff because we never even kissed that night but fuck… I still think about how hard he was and how wet I got just grinding on him in front of everyone.

I can say I’m such a mess sometimes.

This happened a few months back.

There was this small dorm party on our floor….it was nothing crazy, it was just like 10-12 people with music, cheap drinks and way too many people squeezed into one room. I was feeling good after a couple drinks and being you know, like my usual flirty self, teasing this guy named Ryan who lives like two doors down. He’s cute, tall, plays basketball and he always laughs at my dumb jokes.

We were playing truth or dare and things were getting spicy. When it got to my turn, someone dared me to sit on Ryan’s lap for the next three rounds. I laughed and was like “easy lemon squeezy” but as soon as I sat down on him I knew I fucked up. He was already kinda hard and the second my ass pressed against him I felt it move. I tried to play it cool by laughing and talking to everyone like nothing was happening. But Ryan’s hands were on my hips to keep me in one place and every time I kept moving even by just a little, I could feel him getting harder under me. I remember whispering to him saying something like “you good back there?” and he would just grip my hips tighter and move his hands a bit. It felt naughty, there were so many people around us and no one could see his dick was hard.

The dare ended but I didn’t get up and no one seemed to care so I just stayed right there slowly rocking my hips every time the music got loud so nobody would notice. I could feel myself getting super wet even my thin shorts were not helping at all. Ryan started breathing heavier close to my neck and he said to me “you’re driving me crazy” in my ear. When he said that it sent chills down my back.

But I kept pretending like I was just being playful laughing with my friends while I was secretly grinding on his dick through our clothes. He was so hard it was actually pounding against me. I was was sitting sideways with my back away from the people mostly. At some point he slid his hand underneath my t-shirt and rubbed my lower back, then he slowly moved it down until his fingers were under the waistband of my shorts.

I was so turned to the extent that I almost moaned without realizing. It was kinda sad because I really wanted him to just pull my shorts to the side and touch me properly so bad but it’s not possible because we were literally in a room full of people. But we kept doing that for like 20 minutes…. I was grinding slow, pretending I was swaying to music and he carresing me lower and lower, but unfortunately not touching me where I want wanted. I was soaked and frustrated as hell.

Eventually the party started dying down and people began leaving. I stood up real quick and when I looked at him, he gave him a wink and went back to my room with my heart pounding.

It's really a crazy stuff because we never even kissed that night but fuck… I still think about how hard he was and how wet I got just grinding on him in front of everyone.

I can say I’m such a mess sometimes.