College polar plunge

For those who grew up in the northern Midwest, USA, you're more than familiar with a college polar plunge. All across the Midwest from Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Michigan, to Ohio there is a football season rivalry polar plunge to superstitiously grant our team extra winning power. My school was no different. The plunge was typically preceded and later followed by copious amounts of beer. As you can image, the **** and tight co-ed bodies made this experience... enjoyable. Here is how my first polar plunge went.

My freshman year at college I was able to breakout of my wallflower personal after leaving my hometown. Being a slender high school track athlete, the "freshman 15" actually complemented my body type nicely. My modest 30b's filled out to a 32c bra. I still stayed in shape but I gained weight in a good way. My confidence got a huge boost with all the attention I received from the college guys and some of the professors. They were good years! I fooled around with a few guys but was still a virgin by most standards. However, my virginity was in real danger of being lost that year!

The day of the polar plunge before the big game was a breezy 50 degrees until the sun went down. The temps quickly dropped into the low 40s. I had my shoulder length blonde hair in a high pony tail, low rise jeans which were tight through the waist and ass but got baggy past the knees, (I know, it was the late 90s-early 2000s), and a hoodie over my white tank top. Having not fully committed to the tradition but leaving options open, I wore thong flip flops on my feet.

I went to the pre-plunge party where lots of 'beverages' were consumed. I had met a couple of my girlfriends and roommates and we caught the attention of lots of guys. Unfortunately, I caught the eye of a particularly douchey guy who I'll call Brody, I'll call him that because that was his name and I'll bet he's still an asshole. Brody wasn't unpleasant to look at with a tall frame and nice ass but he sure thought he was gods gift to women. He was not. I "heard" he has a tiny dick.

Brody was the kind of guy that would squeeze your ass unsolicited and expect that to turn a girl on. For the record, it does not if you're a douchebag. He tried to play grab ass with most of the girls but particularly targeted me. To my delight, a rather mediocre looking guy named Scott came to my rescue and played interference several times. Scott was not an athlete and was not a nerd. He fell into that average guy category which made him all the more charming for sticking up for someone like me.

Flash forward to lots of drinks and lots of pep rally energy for the home team. The crowd surrounding the large pond on campus was immense to say the least. Cheers and shrieks of polar plungers dominated the campus. The guys peeled off their shirts whether they were in shape or not, some only in boxer shorts! The eye candy was amazing. It must've been great for the guys too because plenty of campus girls peeled down to their underwear to jump in! After splashing around for a few minutes, most climbed out shivering to let the dry participants have their chance. I remember shivering just watching them!

A girl in my math 101 class lost her bra in the melee of splashing coeds. The masses cheered, girls and guys alike. For good reason too, that girl had huge tits. A couple more girls sat on guys shoulders and were trying to push the other couple over into the chest deep water. One of the other girls pulled the others top down and the crowd again cheered for the freed nipple.

I saw a few couples making out in the cold water. There was even a couple of girls kissing with open mouths. Despite the cold temperature, it appeared to be hot in the pond.

I was pretty buzzed and was leaning towards jumping in. I was really deciding how much to strip off before jumping in. I had just barely pulled my hoodie over my head when my decision was taken away from me as Brody drunken pushed me into the FRIGID pond. It wasn't a very deep pond but I came up spluttering. I gasped and gave out a squeak in shock. I could hear Brody laughing as I came up. Scott jumped in fully clothed and helped steady me. His warm hands lifted me upright and one of his hands brushed against my left tit. The frigid waters had caused my nipples to pebble and get really hard. I didn't know if it was an accident or intentional but his touch felt good.

He got me to the ledge of the pond and placed his hands on my hips to push me up. His hands followed up by pushing my ass gently forward. Despite being freezing cold, I still remember the warmth that spread through me at his touch. I crawled up over the ledge with his help, on my hands and knees.

Scott didn't confront Brody or knock him out like in cheesy movie. He just picked up my hoodie and put his arms around me and offered to let me warm up in his old Ford Taurus. He turned on the heat and my teeth chattered uncontrollably.

I looked at Scott and noticed him looking at the cleavage and absolute diamond cutters poking through my bra and white tank top. He looked up embarrassed after I caught his gaze. A wave of heat rushed down below at his kindness and arousal. Oh yes, I could very much see the hardon growing in his wet jeans.

I looked at Scott and made a decision. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra and moved it off my shoulders out of the tank top. The dim outside light left nothing to his imagination as my nipples pushed through the thin wet fabric. I thanked him for 'rescuing' me from Brody. I pulled him in and we made out in his shitty old Ford Taurus. I let his hands rove over my wet tank top and even go under to tease my still pebbled hard tits. I also let my hands rove and feel his warm length through his jeans. It was all electric as our lips and tongues connected while feeling each other up. I still think of Scott when my nipples get particular hard when I get really cold.

Scott tried his hardest to get to the next base but I made sure it was worth his while to make out and grope me. His breathing got shallow and he clamped down on my breast as I rhythmically squeezed his rod through his pants.

I unzipped his pants and freed Scott's 5" inch cock. The cock emerged from a dark patch of thick unkempt curly hair. His size was underwhelming but that was okay since I was about to take it in my mouth.

I put my cold lips around the tip of his warm cock and swirled my tongue around. Scott groaned in pleasure. I pumped his shaft with my hand while continuing to suck the bulbous end. The precum was slightly sweet and slick. I was barely on his cock for 60 seconds when I felt him tense. My mouth filled with his thick white cock cream. I'd done this before and knew what to expect.

I opened the door which illuminated the inside of the car. My tits were freed and his cock was slowly shrinking down. I spit the load of Scott's cum on the ground closed the door. Scott was still enjoying my tits and his post-nut revelry.

It's true, Scott, I love you, but you knew you were out of my league to let you go further.

After returning to my dorm, I covertly wrapped my neon green dildo in my towel and took a long hot shower!

❤ Viktoria