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C|SUITE LETTERS: The College Experience

The College Experience

Dear C|Suite,

I want to tell you about an experience I recently had. As an avid reader, I've always wondered if the letters were legit until I had my very own unreal sexual encounter.

I know this is going to sound like a crazy fantasy but every word of this story is true…

I had the biggest crush on Melanie for a couple of years now. The idea that an “older” woman would even give me the time of day, much less show any interest in me, was so captivating I found her near impossible to resist.

In truth, she was only about 3.5 months older, but that put her a full year ahead of me and when you’re in high school, it seems to make a difference.

Melanie and I rarely had classes together over the years. I never had the courage to make a move on (aka talk to) her until we were assigned as lab partners in my junior year of high school. Our conversations went from minimal to light conversation to flirting fairly quickly, with her tousling my hair every chance she could get ("It's always so soft," she'd marvel).

I'd stammer through a response, enjoying the physical contact but still fairly insecure.

To add to the complexion, she was dating a dude on my basketball team who I wouldn't consider a friend, but when you're in the moment, chemistry with your varsity team is important and I didn't want to jeopardize that. All that said, it didn't stop us from texting fairly often. One night towards the end of the school year, she texted me late.

"What's your take on Eric?"

"I don't know, seems like a good guy. Little full of himself, and I don't think I've ever hung out with him one-on-one. Why?"

"Yeah definitely full of himself. It's very obvious in our sex life..."

This caught me off guard. Melanie and I had never talked about sex before, but I had obviously thought about it and asked her to elaborate.

"He's pretty selfish in bed. Like expects head every time we see each other. Watch a movie? He wants head. Go out to dinner? Roadhead on the way home. Never reciprocates, never makes an effort to get me off, just jackhammers away during sex and expects me to finish him off with his cock in my mouth."

"That seems... less than ideal. For you I mean, for him, it sounds like he's living the life..."

"Fuck you, I should've never told him how much I love giving head. Now he just takes it for granted. I'd be way more enthusiastic if I had a little bit more coming back my way..."

Knowing it was wrong, I pushed the boundaries a little bit.

I asked, "Yeah, I get it. I don't understand the selfishness, how could he not want to get you off? Jackhammering during sex is boring, gotta enjoy all the sensations ya know?"

"I don't... want to elaborate?"

"Like running your hands up and down each other's bodies, making out during sex, that split-second feeling right when the dick slides in..."

"Fuck that split-second is the best. Makes my toes curl just thinking about it."

"Right? Like I'll slowly pull nearly all the way out just to slowly side back in again."

"Mhm... so.. what are you up to right now?"

I knew it was an invite. I knew that I could get in my car right now, drive over, and likely fuck Melanie. I knew it'd be incredible. What I don't know is why I panicked and made up a lie that I'd had a couple of drinks and I was going to bed.

Melanie and I didn't talk for a while after that. I kicked myself for the missed opportunity and in hindsight, she probably felt bad about the implication given the fact she had a boyfriend.

Fast forward a couple of months, Melanie had graduated and I'm ready to take on the world as a mighty high school senior. I ran into Melanie at a party towards the end of the summer and she beelined across the yard to greet me.

"HI! oh my GOD I'm so happy you're here!"

I greeted her with a goofy grin on my face and gave her appearance a once-over. She had her long platinum blonde hair down in its natural waves and was dressed like she was practicing for college parties. Her high-waisted ripped jean shorts were pulled up to her belly button, leaving the lower half of her full ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom. Her middriff was exposed and she was wearing a low V-neck top that put her D-cup cleavage on display for the world.

"Hey Mel, you look fantastic."

"You think so? I was worried it would be too much, but I figured I should party hard before camp starts in a couple of weeks."

I assured her it absolutely wasn't too much and asked her more about camp. Despite not being a fantastic student, Melanie had gotten a scholarship to a local Division 3 school and had committed to playing soccer there. She loved the game and was ecstatic to get on campus, but I wasn't sure if she was more excited about soccer or the parties. I wouldn't love the game of soccer for a couple more years, but I could absolutely appreciate what it had done for Melanie's body.

"Where's Eric at, is he coming?" I asked, hoping he wasn't.

"Are you kidding? He'd probably ground himself for going to a party with alcohol. Anyway, I dumped his ass. He was lecturing me about how important it is to stay sober at college, especially because my teammates were counting on me or something like that."

"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that," I responded, lying through my teeth to the newly single blonde bombshell in front of me.

"Your smile says otherwise," she countered with a grin.

We talked for a little longer before my sober ride showed up. She gave me a hug and made me promise I'd visit her at school.

"It's only 45 minutes away and by then, I'll know where all the fun stuff is!"

I promised her I'd try, which wasn't good enough for her until I promised I'd make a weekend trip.

A couple of months went by without any excitement.

I'd occasionally text Melanie good luck before a game, and she'd respond with her thanks with both of us knowing she likely wouldn't see the field this game, much less this season. I'd randomly wake up to a Snapchat of a college party from the night before, fueling my desire to finally graduate and join the college scene, thinking a jam-packed crowd in a damp basement with two kegs was living the dream.

A couple of weeks after my 18th birthday, Melanie texted me.

"When are you coming to town?"

"When works for you? I probably could one of the next couple of weekends."

Radio silence.

It was pretty late on a Thursday night and I knew she had a game that day, so I figured she might've fallen asleep or, based on her last text, been at a party. I was about to call it a night and figure out the details tomorrow when I got two notifications, a text and a snap. I opened the text first.

"Next weekend."

I began typing my response that I'd try before I opted to check Snapchat.

I clicked on the notification from Melanie and was greeted with her bare D cups, remarkably perky with rock-hard nipples. The caption just said, "Make it happen."

I stared until the snap text disappeared then shamelessly replayed it, absorbing every pixel and storing it away for later. My shamelessness was rewarded with another snap, a video of her massaging her tits, the caption reading "Oh you liked that?" I went back to our texts, deleted my half-ass response, and instead replied with "Next weekend it is." The only response I got from Melanie read "Good."

Needless to say, after those nudies I jacked-off like news broke of Armageddon and it was my final hour on earth.

Over the next week, my thoughts were completely consumed by what waited for me Friday afternoon. I texted Melanie early to get details like where she lived and what we planned on for the weekend. She said she had a home game Friday evening and would be free all weekend after that. There were a couple of parties she knew of so we could plan on that.

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Friday afternoon rolls around and I sped towards her campus, breaking numerous moving violations; my bag packed and dick already hard. I parked where she had recommended and left my duffle bag in the car, walking my way towards the soccer pitch. I knew I had already missed most of the game, but I wanted to check out some of the campus and see if Melanie had gotten any playing.

I got to the pitch with about ten minutes left in the match and, much to my surprise, watched Emily running up and down the field. After the final whistle, the team came over to talk to their supporters. Melanie came running up to me with a huge smile on her face and, despite the chain-link fence between us, gave me a hug.

"Holy shit, you came!" she said in an excited whisper. "Did you see me? I actually got in!" I began to respond but she cut me off. "Listen, I've got to get to the locker room. See the redhead over there in the gray jacket? That's my roommate, Mary, she can let you into the dorm."

She was gone before I could say goodbye. I walked up to Mary and introduced myself. Mary was extremely short, had lunch lady arms, five feet tall at the most, and an absolute bitch.

"So you're him? Ok, well, hurry up, I'm freezing and want to get home."

I tried to make casual conversation with her as we made the short walk back to the dorm, but Mary wasn't much of a conversationalist. She let me into their dorm, looked at me only to say "Leave my shit alone," and walked back out.

A little taken aback, I awkwardly made myself at home until Melanie got back.

After what seemed like an eternity, Melanie walked through the door, hair still damp from her post-game shower and wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. "You made it over all right then?"

"Yeah but I don't think Mary is a huge fan of mine," I said with a chuckle.

"Oh don't worry about her, she's not a fan of anyone. We'll just try to avoid her for the weekend. Wanna drink?"

She reached for the fridge and took out a bottle of green apple-flavored vodka that future I would gag at the sight of. She pulled shot glasses out of the freezer, handed me one, and topped them off.

"Cheers to a hell of a weekend," Melanie said with a devilish grin on her face as we clinked our glasses together. We downed them and repeated the ritual a couple more times before getting ready for the party.

"What are those...?" Melanie asked as I pulled clothes out of my bag.

"Uhhhh jeans and a flannel? Why?"

"Oh fuck, I forgot to tell you tonight is a themed party. It's a beach party!"

"Melanie, it's fucking November and I'm pretty sure it's gonna snow."

She pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing a white sports bra underneath.

She walked over to the fridge again and pulled out Fireball shooters and tossed them to me. "To keep you warm," she said with a wink as she shed her sweatpants.

I lost all interest in the alcohol, watching Melanie rifle through her closet in her sports bra and a thong. I was completely mesmerized by her body, ass cheeks jiggling slightly when she reached for something on the top shelf, cheeks spreading as she bent over to look for the right pair of shoes. She turned and saw me in a trance, giggling at the look of joy on my face.

"What do you think, red bikini or black?"

"I'm obviously gonna need to see them on to make an accurate judgment."

Melanie walked up to me with her bikini in one hand and placed the other on my chest. She raised up to her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "As you wish," and gave me a shove. I fell backwards onto the couch and Melanie stood directly in front of me. Her fingers laced under her sports bra and slowly pulled it off over her head, her tits rising with the bra and bouncing back into place once released.

She gave them a little massage before turning around and sticking her ass in my face. She slowly bent over and looped her thumbs around the waistband, dragging them down. I could see a hint of her pussy and I placed my hands on her hips, leaning my face forward.

Melanie stood up quickly and turned around to face me. She had a wicked grin on her face and told me to lean back against the couch. I obeyed and watched her step in between my knees. She placed both hands on either side of my head and leaned forward, her perky tits hanging inches from my face.

"Oh no, not yet babe. See, I wanted to fuck you months ago, but you never made a move. So now we're on my time."

I lifted my head a little bit, tongue dancing behind my lips, desperate to take a nipple in my mouth. She pushed me back again and began tying on the red bikini. She modeled it for me, shaking her ass and pushing her tits together, before sitting on my lap and taking it off.

This time, I grabbed her ass and pulled her close so she could feel my hard cock desperate to break free of my jeans.

She rubbed her pussy up and down my cock a couple of times before kissing my jawline and standing up again to try on the black bikini. My jaw literally dropped when she gave me a twirl in the black, so she giggled and said "This is the one. Now we need to get you dressed. Go knock next door and see if he can help with some shorts, he's a friend."

I clumsily hid my erection and went next door. After explaining who I was, this kind stranger lent me a pair of swim trunks and a tank top and sent me on my way. When I got back to Melanie's room, she had two more shots each lined up. "You get these after you change. Then we're out of here."

As I started to drop my pants, Melanie sat down on the couch and spread her legs wide. She eyed the outline of my cock in my briefs hungrily and began to rub her pussy over her bikini bottoms. I took a couple steps closer to her and she reached out with her free hand to finish undressing me. My cock sprang free and Melanie began to rub faster.

I took another step closer to her and she spit in her hand and rubbed it the length of my cock. I let out a groan and reached for her tits before she withdrew her hand and said "Drink up." I glared at her as I pulled on my trunks.

We downed the drinks and made our way to the door. Just before she could reach for the handle, I grabbed her arm and spun her around. I pinned her arm above her head and pressed my body against hers until she was backed up against the door.

We breathed into each other's mouths for a moment, staring into each other's eyes, before I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back hard and wrapped her free hand around my neck. I let go of her arm and grabbed her ass with both hands, picking her up and holding her against the door, our tongues dancing against each other. Just as Melanie let out a soft moan, the door rattled behind her. I let go of Emily and took a step back.

She breathed heavily, looking at me with pure lust. She took a step towards me but was interrupted by the door opening behind her. Mary stood there, looking at us with disdain. "You're gonna freeze" was all she said before getting into her bed and putting headphones in. Melanie grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

We ran a couple of blocks to the party, trying not to slip in the cold drizzle. When we got to the house party, we could hear a steady bass coming inside.

We made our way in the back door and were quickly ushered down into the sweaty basement. When we stepped off the final stair, our feet were met with a layer of sand.

The music was loud enough that no conversation could be had, but I read Melanie's lips and she said something about "the hosts going all out." She pulled me through the crowd to find a keg that was mostly foam before pulling me in front of the large speakers pumping bass you could feel throughout your body.

Melanie turned around and backed her ass into my crotch, grinding against me like everyone around us. I wrapped my hands around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. I could feel the vibrations in her throat from her moan even though I couldn't hear it, and she turned her head to meet my lips with hers.

We made out and danced and drank for what felt like hours. I slipped my hands inside her bikini top and played with her nipples, which she would respond to by sliding her hand down the front of my shorts and slowly stroking my cock.

Before long, we began practically undressing each other in that basement before remembering where we were. We ran out of the house, laughing and kissing and holding each other.

"OK, let's get back to your dorm as soon as possible."

"Ugh, Mary is gonna be such a cunt about this." She paused, thinking hard before saying, "What if we went somewhere else?"

"Melanie, I don't give a fuck where we go but we need to be there in less than five minutes."

She jumped on my back and began giving me directions. I practically ran the entire way, completely lost and leaving it up to Melanie's whispers in my ear. I slowed up as my eyes caught a familiar sight. We were back at the soccer pitch.

"Melanie, where exactly are we going?"

"See that long building there? There's a door on the side that never gets locked."

We reached the door and I pulled on it, surprised for some reason that it swung open with ease. Melanie got off my back as we walked through and she immediately disappeared into a room on the left. I followed and when the lights turned on, I recognized immediately where we were.

"Melanie... this is a locker room."

"It's my locker room to be specific. Follow me, I'm freezing."

She disappeared around another corner and before I could follow, I heard the sound of a shower turning on. Followed by another, and another.

Melanie had turned all the showers on hot and the steam began rapidly filling the air. Emily was waiting for me at the far end, bikini gone, beckoning me with one finger.

I tore off my shorts in record time and moved towards her. She jumped up in my arms and I pressed her against the wall, my cock rubbing up and down the length of her pussy. I eagerly took one of her tits in my mouth as she moaned my name and grabbed my hair. Melanie began grinding her hips against me, trying desperately to slip my cock into her, cursing in pleasure under her breath. I pulled my hips back and set her down.

"Turn around and spread your legs." She immediately obeyed me, pressing her palms against the shower wall and sticking her ass out for me, water running down her side. The steam was so heavy now we couldn't see more than each other, but that was all we needed. I ran my hands up and down her hips, squeezing her ass cheeks before giving them a hard smack.

She whimpered and pushed her ass further out, pleading for me to take her.

I lined myself up behind her and ran my cock up and down her soaked pussy.

I pressed my cock head against her tight hole and pushed myself in as slow as I possibly could. Melanie let out a guttural, primal moan as I began to fill her up.

I bottomed out in her and, just as slowly, pulled myself all the way out before sliding my tip back into her.

"Oh fuck yeah baby, god I can feel every ridge on your cock, you make me feel so full. Keep going, exactly like this."

I fucked Melanie deep and slow for a couple of minutes until her body quivered underneath me. Her moans shook and her hand slapped the wall as she came. I let her work my cock how she wanted to as she rode out her orgasm before she stepped forward and dropped to her knees.

"Fuck, I haven't cum that hard in so long. Now, I want you to fuck my throat."

Melanie didn't give me a second to think about it before she swallowed my cock and moved my hands to the back of her head, water running down my body onto her face.

I started slowly, deep long strokes again until she pulled her mouth off and said, "fuck my mouth HARD." I gripped the back of her head and began to fuck Melanie's throat, spit overflowing from her lips and moans muffled in her throat with gags. I was getting close to cumming and told her, so she took my cock down her throat one more time before pulling her mouth off me and saying "Follow me." She walked out of the showers into the locker area and ordered me to lay down on a long, wooden bench so my legs were straddling it. She stood over me and began to lower herself onto my cock. I stopped her, needing to taste her. I grabbed her ass and pulled her further up so she stood straddling my face instead.

I lifted my mouth to her pussy and licked up and down, my hands massaging her ass as I did so. I sucked on her clit and slid a finger inside her pussy, listening to her moans and whimpers until she said, "You're gonna make me cum again, let me ride your cock."

She slid down my body and quickly put my dick inside of her.

I sat up so she was riding me in my lap, her perfect tits bouncing up and down with each stroke. She had her lips pressed against mine, not kissing but still open-mouthed, unable to hold back her moans of pleasure. I smacked her ass hard, again and again, until she was violently shaking in my arms from an orgasm rolling throughout her entire body. She opened her eyes and said breathlessly, "Fill my pussy up."

I erupted immediately, shooting my load of warm cum deep inside her. She let out a content sigh and ground her hips against me, milking every last drop and enjoying the sensation of my cum lubing my still semi-hard cock. She then got off my lap, sucked my dick clean, and said, "We should get back before Mary puts out a missing persons report."

Yours truly horny,

Mr. Held Back


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