Campus Life Memories – Ute (true version)

Story is based on true events

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Author's note

I just love reverse psychology. Works on most of the people. It also helped me get several gorgeous babes in my bed. Like Nora or Ute. Technically, reverse psychology is a persuasion technique where you suggest the opposite of what you want, hoping the other person will defy your stated preference and do what you desired all along.

Or cause interest in you when you want that pussy.

What I wanted was Nora getting an interest in me, because she had plenty of hot dates, so she didn't really "see me," and one day, as we met in the lobby of our student residence (we all rented rooms there), getting our private mail, we chatted a little bit, I did a bit of flirting, and then I said at the end of our talk, "You are very pretty, but for your ears... Ah no, forget it!" All is fine!" giving her a serious look.

"What about my ears?" She asked.

"No, nothing, my mistake, don't you worry!" I replied.

...She got so interested in me that she was giving me a blowjob on my balcony two nights later...

PS: Women who fuck around, in real life most of times do not show it. They do not act as a slut as you might see in the movies. But they might drop a couple of hints if they are interested. It is very important to notice those hints and always act on them right away.

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Flashback to the beautiful city of San Diego, where I went to college. Lots of American and international students, from all countries. But only three Dutch guys—I was one of them. On campus, you could choose each night from at least three different parties to go to. In the beginning, it was all very exciting, such as meeting Caroline from France, but after a couple of months, it was always the same people. Way more exciting were the off-campus parties!

One day, on a Friday, a pretty woman, a brunette around 35 years old with a "Birkin bangs" haircut (I researched this only for you, my readers!), approached me at my dorm, asking if I was one of "the Dutch guys."

"Yes, I am, and I know the other two as well."

"I would like to invite you three guys to a party my husband and I are holding tomorrow night, just outside the campus and down the road. It is about 15 minutes from here. By the way, my name is Hazel," she said.

"Yes, we can come. Thanks for the invitation, but we have strict requirements..." I answered. If there is no Heineken beer, we cannot come." Smiling at her, being naughty with my requirements...

She laughed and reassured me there would be plenty of Heineken!

Then we have a deal. I laughed.

She gave me the address and her mobile phone number and told me she was looking forward to meeting us.

Off she went, and I wondered what kind of reputation the three of us had. Doesn't matter, I thought. We have an off-site party!

I told the others, and the next day we went together, around 11 PM, after having bought a couple of bottles of good wine (from France, not CA?) for our hosts.

I did bring my Swiss roommate Marc with me, because we did a lot of things together, even if we were night and day. He was short, had a horrible mustache, and was untrained, and I, being part of the college basketball team, was not only tall, but we also trained our brains out twice a day. Actually, I trained three times a day, since in the evening I went to the gym to build up more muscle mass.

Of the international students, a lot of them were pretty girls, such as Caroline, Ute, Chloé, and many more. My roommate was crazy about Ute, but he had no chance with her. Ute was built to breed and give birth. First, she was about 1.75 m (5'8"), 19 years old, with long blonde hair, a slender body, sexy young teardrop-shaped breasts (but not saggy at all), a slim waist, and a great hard butt.

On top of that, she had this very erotic space in between her inner thighs, this wider build, which makes childbirth easier. At the dorm pool, whenever she was wearing a bikini, I always tried to look from behind, through her legs, to have this lovely view of her pussy mound.

Hazel herself opened the door, and I gave her that famous "fuck-me-handshake" (a handshake given where either the middle or index finger is curved in to where one is caressing the palm of another, only given when one is looking for sexual intercourse.)

She laughed and said to me, "I know what that means!"

"You better!" I countered, smiling at her.

The party was rocking already, with tons of people, lots of pretty babes, and food and drinks everywhere. We split up, checking around, and the house was very big. They had a bar in the living room and one outside, next to the BBQ area, in a large garden. The garden had a part covered with a roof, so you could still sit outside but covered, no matter what weather it was. TVs everywhere, several bathrooms, and at the end of a corridor I guess the bedrooms are working spaces. They even had stairs that lead you to their cellar. Very nice.

The problem with me is, when there are too many cuties walking around, I lose focus. This happened once in Stockholm as well, as I was visiting Club Bizar, where every single chick was drop-dead gorgeous that night.

So being distracted at the party, I sat down on a barstool at the living room bar, grabbed a Heineken, and saw a big bowl standing there with Pringles chips. I grabbed one, and I was speechless! It was garlic chips! I never had garlic chips before. AMAZING. I had my beer and garlic chips now. Any possible pussy was forgotten.

My roommate saw me and joined me, grabbing a barstool. He didn't drink beer but tried the chips.

So, we were sitting there, chatting; he was going this weekend to LA again, I had no plans, and we talked about sports, coyotes, and surfing as Ute suddenly walked up to us.

"Hi." She said to me, ignoring my roommate.

"Hey, Ute," I replied.

"I want to kiss you," Ute said, talking straight to me, keeping eye contact.

My roommate's eyes went berserk as he heard and watched this scene happening. Ute freely offering herself! He had a crush on her since weeks, but never tried anything.

"I am busy, Ute," I answered. "Maybe later?"

"Shit! It is always the same." She pouted. "Every guy wants to kiss me, and when I want to kiss one, I get declined. It is not fair!" And she left us.

This was probably the first time I used reverse psychology, because the effects of my declining would have a very positive effect later at that party. The truth is, I had my mouth full of garlic chips and beer and didn't want to kiss her like that. That would not be good for any next steps, which I hoped for.

My roommate couldn't breathe. "You said no to Ute?"

"Listen, there is a time and place for everything. Right now, it is garlic chips."

He was still dumbfounded. Not me. I had garlic chips.

"I go for a tour." He said and left.

Marc once told me that he was crazy about Ute, and he did plan to flirt with her, but he felt that she was "not interested in him at all." Marc told to me, and he felt he was not good enough for her, thus the crush.

I didn’t tell him the truth, but he was a little fat banker, with a retarded haircut and a stupid moustache. Now he did, encouraged by me, lose weight and got in shape by signing up to karate three times a week. He also started jogging and wanted to run with me, but he was way too slow for me. I am not exaggerating, but I didn’t mention yet that I was on the basketball team and I trained two times a day: Each morning at 9 AM we had our basketball training with conditioning drills first, for about an hour, after that, we would practice systems and then the coach wanted us to play five vs five and see those newly learning systems being used. We would finish around lunch. Even if I was the 15th man, I was fit as a horse. The funny thing is that I was, with my 6.4, together with two others the smallest player, but I didn’t care, I was on the team! At night I would hit the gym, to grow mass.

Sometime later, our hostess Hazel saw me and stood next to me, asking if everything was alright and if I liked the party.

"Great party, Hazel," I replied. "Cool people, great place, lots of drinks and food—I am impressed.

She was happy to hear. But she gave me an absent look somehow. As if she was a bit sad?

"Where's your husband, Hazel?"

"Oh, uh... well, uh, he is—I am a bit embarrassed about this—passed out in our bedroom."

"Did you place him in a recovery position?"

"What's that?" she asked.

"On his side, to prevent asphyxia if he has to throw up."

"Oh, no, I don't believe so."

"Show me where he is, Hazel," I asked.

I followed behind her, and while I was thinking about the exact way to roll her husband into that position, I couldn't help seeing her wagging ass. Hazel looked good from every side, I thought. Pretty face, very red lipstick today, nice breasts, slim waist, great butt, slim legs.

At the end of the hallway, she brought me to the last but one door, their marital bedroom. At the very end of the hallway there were two more doors, one on each side.

Her husband was already in the correct position; I guess somebody had done that before us.

"Does that happen often, Hazel?"

"His drinking? Yes." She whispered to me, embarrassed.

"Hey, no worry, sit down with me." And I patted on the mattress. Her husband was on the other side of the king-size bed; we had plenty of space.

She sat down next to me, and I consoled her that this sometimes happens; no big deal, the party is also great without him. I just added that I wouldn't leave such a gorgeous wife alone...

She smiled at my words, looking at me differently. Nice guy, she thought, taking care of me and my problems without any questions. He is quite a big fella, she thought. Like 6.5? He looks big down there too as she glanced at my shorts.

"Are you home on Monday?" I asked, "I will come by and clean up with you. Is your husband at work then?"

"Oh, that's so sweet of you." Hazel said, "Yes, I am home alone on Monday, thank you so much."

"Good," I whispered, getting my lips real close to her neck. "I will be here at 10 AM. " Giving her the softest kiss on her neck.

A bolt of pleasure shot through her nipples as I kissed her neck gently. She didn't know what to do next. On one side she wanted to kiss; on the other side her husband was here.

"Let's join the party again so nobody talks," I said to her, guiding her.

We walked out and went separate ways.

What to do now, I thought. Let's find Ute. I grabbed a new beer and searched for her in the house, with no success. Went out to the garden, couldn't see her either. Perhaps she already left the party, I thought. I grabbed a big chair, moved it to where I wanted it, and sat down, a bit separated from the rest, still under the veranda, but there was not much light where I was sitting. "That's OK; drink my beer in peace," I thought. Didn't see my roommate or the other Dutch guys either.

The music was good, and I closed my eyes, listening to it.

And suddenly two soft lips kissed my closed mouth. "Gotcha!" Ute laughed, looking down on me, smiling at her victory.

I had to defend my loss somehow. "That's not a kiss, Ute; we both know that..." And added, "You better sit on my lap and give me a proper adult kiss, girl." While tapping on my legs.

"Oh, good idea, big boy." She smiled at me, turned her delicious butt towards me, and sat down.

The little problem I had with my big mouth is that Ute was wearing thin black leggings and a very thin top with animal print, combining it with bright red lipstick. She looked like a very sexy rock star. And that very fuckable ass just placed itself on my lap, where my still half-hard cock (from Hazel) was living. As underwear, she wore a thong and no bra (I was able to have a glance at her chest and clearly saw two erect nipples).

All that did not make my interested cock softer. Quite the opposite, it started to have a life of its own...

Even if we both spoke German, we always talked to each other in English.

"Oh," Ute smiled at me, "are you happy to see me?" feeling my bulge under her back door.

"More than happy, Ute, I must admit. Can you feel it?"

"Oh yes, I can feel a lot, but I guess there is still more to come?"

"I hope so," smiling at her.

"Maybe I can help you?" And she moved her butt on my lap back and forth. "Like that big boy?"

"Very much, you sexy thing, but I guess you can measure your progress?"

"Yes, I can. I need to go make a wardrobe change, though. I brought a skirt in case these pants were too hot. And right now, I am very hot. See you in a minute." And off she went, leaving me with a tent.

She came back wearing a short skirt with the same animal print. A very short skirt.

"I hope you don't mind, but I am no longer wearing underwear." Ute whispered in my ear while keeping eye contact with me.

She turned around and slowly sat that delicious butt again on my tent. "Let me just find the proper spot..." Wiggling her ass on my much harder cock now. "No, this doesn't work." She added. "Your dick is in the way. Let me fix that." She stood up, and looked around, to see if we were alone.

She then bent towards me, and quickly opened my zipper, simply taking my erect cock out, and let it stand like that, ready for her, in the open.

"You better aim right, big boy." She said, quickly turning her back to me again, as she raised her skirt, hoping nobody was watching us. I could see her slushy, wet pussy just before she slowly lowered herself on my cock.

Her 22-year-old young pussy was tight enough to slowly pull my foreskin back, as she impaled herself.

"Oh!" A little cry escaped from her red lips: "Big. But nice big." Ute moaned, still lowering herself slowly, not wanting to go too quick and miss out on the pleasure of the first insertion friction.

"Could you pull down my skirt a little? I want to fuck you but not with everybody watching," Ute asked.

I did. Still, you could probably see a lot if you were standing right in front of us. Thank God I was seated away from the crowd, more in the back, on one side of the porch and there were no garden lights there.

She still held her legs together, having the full weight of her body pushing her cunt down. I didn't have to do anything. Just be hard for that young slit.

"Oh," she softly cried, closing her eyes, as she reached her goal, her pussy completely stuck on my cock, nowhere to go but up. And down. She sat still like that, enjoying the feeling of her vaginal walls gripping tightly around my cock, a tingly feeling spreading through her pussy, and the cock's head pushing against her cervix in a painful but delicious way.

We couldn’t do a straight up and down fuck here, somebody would notice that right away, so Ute started a little lap dance on my hard cock, moving her pelvis in a rhythmic, coordinated way, using a combination of forward-backward tilting, alternating it with grinding motions, but remaining seated on my lap.

I desperately wanted to grab her pear-shaped breasts through her thin top, but people would see. I had to content myself with her exquisite grinding, and I kept my hands on her thighs.

I wouldn’t last long if she kept slowly fucking me like this, I urgently need to get a room!

“Come with me Ute.” I said in a hasty tone, my lust for her controlling my actions.

She stood up from my lap and pulled her skirt down, but remained standing in front of me, giving me the chance to zip up again before anyone would see my shiny wet cock. That is not my lubrication, I thought, seeing how wet it was.

I took her by the hand making sure that wet pussy would follow me, and walked through that hallway again, but all the way to the very end, hoping that one of those two doors would lead to another bedroom. I only had to try once; the first door opened. It was dark inside so I switched on the light, to make sure we were alone and to check what kind of room it was. It was a bedroom! Smaller, but with a nice soft bed! I let Ute enter the room and locked the door from the inside. I switched off the lights again, so nobody would see lights come out from under the door. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could easily see Ute standing close to me, waiting.

“Where are you?” I said teasingly, “It is so dark here.” As I grabbed her by the waist.

“I think you found what you want.” Ute replied with a sexy voice.

“I need to check, Ute.” And slid my hands from her waist backwards to her cute little butt, grabbing both round cheeks.

“Are you touching my butt?” She teased me.

“I will touch much more.” I reassured her, pulling her against me. I could smell her perfume now, mixed with a slight nicotine smell. I wanted to kiss her on the neck but she misinterpreted it and her mouth was waiting for me. We French-kissed and she had the softest tongue, twirling around my invading tongue. I placed one hand in between us on her breast and started caressing it, making her nipple harder than ever. I noticed that Ute had not lost her arousal from our garden fuck but I wanted to heat her up a bit more. I played with that one nipple a bit longer, then switching to the other one. Ute moaned, as we kept tonguing, pushing her lower body against my crotch.

She was ready for more. She wanted more. I let my hand slide down over her top and reached her skirt, quickly opening the one button of her skirt and pulling down the zipper. We stopped kissing, and before she could do anything, my flat hand slid inside her open skirt towards her wet slit, my fingers quickly reaching her wettest spot. As I touched her pussy, she moaned again, pushing her pelvis against my hand. I softly caressed her slit up and down with my middle finger, being careful not to sink it too deep, as I kept playing with her. I moved my middle finger up, and for the first time I rubbed her clit. She gasped as I touched her love pearl and her body twitched against mine.

Time to take her.

I pulled my hand back out of her skirt and with both hands I grabbed her top, pulling it up. Ute assisted me eagerly, quickly raising both her arms. Her top was gone in seconds and I bent forward, taking one erect nipple in my mouth, softly nibbling on it. She placed one hand on the back of my head, massaging my skull through my hair, indicating that she liked what my mouth was doing. Having both hands free, I grabbed her skirt by the waistband, and tugged it down over her hips. I let go her turned on nipple and bent down to get her skirt off. She held herself with one hand onto my shoulder and stepped out of it. I helped her getting out of her sandals and she kicked them to the side.

With one hand I took off my T-shirt and right then I felt her slim fingers undo the button of my jeans. We didn’t speak, we knew what we were doing. I helped her by opening my zipper myself and pulled my Levis 517 down. Getting my shoes off, I got rid of my jeans, and only my boxer briefs had to be removed now.

Ute placed her flat hand upside down on my bulge, her finger tips cupping my balls. I didn’t wait for her and pulled down my briefs, my cock finally released. She pushed her naked pelvis against my fully erect cock, telling me without words that she wanted it inside her.

“Come.” I whispered, and took her by the hand to the bed. She laid down on her back, diagonally, and I lifted her legs, adjusting them towards the middle. I let one hand slide up to her thigh, close to her wet pussy and with the other one I opened her legs more by lifting one to my right. I crawled in between her open legs, my springy cock dripping its first precum.

As I pushed the cock head against the opening of her waiting slit, she let out a soft “mmmmmhhh”. Ute was ready for me. I pushed some more and slowly sank my cock head inside her with no troubles at all. She was very wet from the little fuck session we had in the garden. I pulled back a little and pushed again, slowly sinking deeper with each thrust.

We still didn’t speak; we didn’t have to. Our bodies took the lead, as cunt and cock were united in that sexual dance. I pushed harder and she took it all, moaning again of the intrusion. I felt my balls hit her, as I reached her bottom. Her arms were around my back, caressing me absently minded, as our mating started.

I pulled back again and pushed deep, this time penetrating her all the way in one thrust. Time to fuck. I started a nice, slow fucking rhythm, as Ute kept pushing her pelvis against me in the same cadence, vigorously meeting my thrusts. Her moaning got louder, telling me to keep going.

She never said anything about a condom or being on the pill, we simply fucked bareback. Flesh on flesh.

Her moans intensified even more and I had to concentrate not to cum too early. I placed one hand under me, in between us and searched for her clit. Right there, just above where my hard phallus was plowing her, I found that little spot and started softly rubbing her.

Ute sped up the mating, and I followed her, my cock taking her even faster. Our hip bones kept bumping against each other but we didn’t notice, our orgasms announcing themselves. I tried to make her cum first by rubbing her clit quicker and I started talking dirty to her, hoping it would push her over the edge.

“You like fucking me?”

“Is your pussy happy?”

“Do you like it harder?”

Ute moaned again and I knew she was getting close. I just hoped I could outlast her at least one second.

“Come for me, Ute!” I whispered, be a bad girl.”

Suddenly, she clamped her legs around my back and shuddered all over, letting out a strained, guttural sound, as her orgasm rolled like a tidal wave through her entire body.

“Nnghhhhh!” She grunted, her eyes closed, hugging me tight, her well fucked cunt contracting on my cock. I kept fucking her, trying to make her come as long as I could keep it up, before my balls would empty themselves in her lovely Swiss cunt.

Two shoves later my balls tensed up and Ute let out a long cry, as she felt my cock expand inside her squeezing pussy, pumping her womb full with my hot cum. I grunted and before I collapsed on her chest, I blasted two more squirts of cum inside her.

We lay still like that for several minutes, me on top of her, but with my weight on my elbows. A drop of sweat dropped down from my forehead on Ute´s face, close to her mouth. Her agile tongue shot out and licked it away, and she whispered “All mine.”

We both laughed at the same time and I give her a sloppy kiss.

“It was good!” I said to her.

“Yes, it was!” she replied, and kissed me.

“Let’s go to my place.” I said.

“Yes.” She simply answered.

“Give me ten minutes to organize transport and I need to talk to Marc so we can have the bedroom for us.”

“Hurry, I want more.” She said, as she looked me in the eyes.

“I will.”

I found my clothes laying on the floor and quickly dressed. As soon as I was ready to go, I gave Ute a long deep kiss. “Meet me at the front door in 15.”

“Ok!”.

I unlocked the door and walked out, softly closing it behind me, my legs all sticky from my own cum stains. I went to find Marc, and of course, I couldn’t find him right away. I checked everywhere, garden, living room, nothing. As I was about to give up, I saw Hazel, and asked if she could call me a cab.

“Sure! You leaving already?” She asked.

“Yea, long day today.”

I will call the cab; you better keep your promise!” She flirted.

“You think I would miss out on you? No way!” And give her a kiss on her cheek.

“Bye.”

“Bye hazel.”

I walked towards the front door and just then I saw Marc, talking to some people.

“Marc, do you have a second?” I asked him.

He separated himself from the group and I asked him if I could have the bedroom for me alone for the next 2 hours.

“Sure!” he replied, I won’t leave the party for at least two, perhaps three more hours. No worries.”

“I owe you one Marc!”

“No worries. And I will announce myself loudly, OK?

“Cool!” I replied. “See you later!”

I walked through the front door and waited for both Ute and the taxi to arrive. The cab ride would bite a big chunk out of my monthly pocket money, but it was really worth it. The door opened and Ute appeared. I guess she had tried to fix her looks in the dark, but it was not her best work. I smiled at her, knowing I was going to ruin it again in 20 minutes…

To be continued.