Back when I was in university, I optimistically looked upon any night out as a chance to meet girls. I suppose this shouldn’t be much of a revelation, since I was hardly alone in this objective. Despite my best efforts though, results suggested flaws in my approach. Then one night, I finally had a night that matched my wildest ambitions.The night started as usual with a few friends at the campus bar. We were sharing a table with some others. I knew most of the people at our table, but there was a girl who ended up beside me that I hadn’t met before. She was short with a shapely medium build, dark hair, brown eyes and most notably she had warm inviting lips. Her name was Laura, she was a graduate student and fun to talk to. Unfortunately, she didn’t stick around long as she had a party to go to. I tried to convince her to stay, but she said she had to go because it was her friend’s party. She did jot down the address for me in case I wanted to drop by later.It turned out to be a pretty fun night at the bar. I planned to meet up with Laura, but the night flew by so fast. It always seemed like there was just one more pitcher to drink. So despite my objective of meeting girls, even when one had shown a glimmer of interest, there were some alcohol-related influences beyond just my looks and personality that dimmed my chances. Then again, the bar was filled with girls too and I’m nothing if not optimistic.There were different people sitting at our table throughout the evening. Nothing really clicked with another girl again until the near end of the night. That’s when a guy I knew from my Economics class joined us with a few of his friends. Among them was a tall slender blond who ended up sitting next to me. Her name was Noelle and as it turned out she was the designated driver for their group. She was fair skinned with blue eyes and a blond bob. She was definitely a good-looking girl and even though I was drunk I could tell she was quite shy. I tried talking to her and it seemed I manage to amuse her. I kept chatting up Noelle until last call. Giving up on my plans for Laura, I asked Noelle if I could get a ride home with her? She said it was fine, but warned me that it would be a tight squeeze.When we piled into the car I sat in the back behind Noelle. I was crammed in with three other guys in the back seat, while a girl rode up front with Noelle. After we dropped the first two guys off, my place was the closest. I would have been next, but since the other two lived out of the way, I volunteered to ride along to keep Noelle company. The others lived about a half hour’s drive away, but at least they were close by one another.I chatted with the girls in the front as we drove, while the other guy in the back fell asleep. Inspired by drunkenness I came up with a bright idea. I thought it would be a good idea to massage Noelle’s shoulders as we drove. Even though there seemed to have been a bit of a connection brewing with Noelle, this was overly bold. Or to be less charitable, weird and creepy. Luckily, she didn’t object. My drunken brain was able to divine opportunity where a clear sober mind would find none. I would cringe the next day, but having not been slapped down served to diminish at least Anadolu Yakası Escort some of my embarrassment.As should be expected of such a dubiously massage, my hands began to wander from Noelle’s shoulders. When I could reach no further over the seat without her friend noticing, I reached around by the door and began feeling up inside her sweater. I pushed Noelle’s bra up over tits and began playing with them as she drove. The conversation in the front seat didn’t stop, but once I started feeling up Noelle it did slow.Once the others were dropped off, I joined Noelle in the front for the ride back. “You’re bad!” she told me as I sat down.With no one else in the car, we began making out. In no time I had I Noelle’s sweater up over her tits. Under the streetlights, the pale skin of her long midriff brightly glowed. Her tits where small, but pert with soft pink nipples. I took turns sucking and nibbling on each one. As well as things were going, she finally stopped me when I tried to slide my hand down her pants. “Sorry, I can’t,” she said. “I was supposed to be home an hour ago. I’m already going to be in trouble.”On the way back to my place, I guided a hand from the steering wheel to my bulge. She surprised me at the first turn – as soon as she finished cornering, she returned her hand to its swollen resting place. Aside from when she needed both hands to drive, Noelle kept her hand on top of my cock. She kept rubbing and squeezing it through my jeans as we talked.It seemed Noelle’s father was pretty strict and she was worried that she might never get the car again. I tried to my best to come up with viable excuses, all of which she rejected. She said that no matter how good stories were, her father always saw through them.When we arrived at my place we started making out again. She still wouldn’t let me put my hand in her pants, but when I took my cock out she let me guide her hand up and down my shaft.“Does it feel okay?” she whispered to me. I didn’t say a word, but looking in her eyes I gave her my answer. I wanted her so badly. I tried my best to convince Noelle to come in, but once I knew it was a lost cause, I relented. She was just too nervous about the car. And likely nervous about being with me too.Not wanting to end my night with an unrequited hard on, and since it was on her way home, I asked Noelle if she could drop me at a friend’s place instead.Reluctantly, she agreed and we drove to the address Laura had given me. Hopefully, the party would be still be going. I didn’t put my cock away and Noelle stroked me as we drove. I was getting horny enough to jerk off in front of Noelle.As soon as we stopped in front of the apartment building, I was all over Noelle again. Even though she still wouldn’t let me get into her pants, she seemed to reluctantly enjoy the sight of me running her hand up and down my cock.I half-heartedly tried guiding her head toward my cock a few times, hoping that Noelle would take the initiative, but she was either unsure or unwilling. The more I wanted to cum, the more I wanted her mouth. Finally, with less reserve, I took the back of Noelle’s head and pushed her face down to my cock. I pressed my cock all over her face before Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan she opened her mouth to take me in. Noelle’s mouth felt so warm. Even though she couldn’t take me in too deep, the way she gamely accepted my thrusts into her mouth quickly had me at a fever pitch. Backing off a bit I released my hand off the back of her head, but Noelle didn’t slow down. Giving up trying to hold back and without worrying about her policy on the matter I exploded in her mouth. I grasped the back of her head again, shoving my cock as deep as I could against her resistance. After the initial surge, I began to relax my grip on the back of her head. Slowly, I guided her mouth back up down my cock until I was completely drained.Releasing her head, Noelle sat back up and wiped a bit of my sperm from her chin.“Are you alright?” I asked.“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said with a shy smile. “It’s just I guess I wasn’t expecting it. I’ve never done that before.”“You’ve never given a blow job before?” I asked, a little surprised.“Well, maybe once in high school, but he didn’t cum.” Then adding, “I hope you don’t think I would do that with anyone.”“No, not at all. I’m glad you did. It was really great. I hope you didn’t mind me cumming in your mouth, I just couldn’t stop myself.”“No, it was fine. It was just a surprise that’s all,” she assured. Leaning over to Noelle I gave her a long deep kiss. “Alright, I guess I better let you get home then,” I said, already beginning to think about getting to the party.“Yeah, I better get going,” Noelle agreed.“Thanks for the ride and that other thing,” I said with a suggestive grin. “It was great.”“It was fun for me too,” she said.Doing up my pants, I gave Noelle one more kiss before getting out of the car.I waved to Noelle as she pulled away before heading for the door. When I buzzed up there was no reply. I was a little concerned that I was too late. It had been over an hour since the bar closed.I buzzed a few more times, while feeling the growing urge to piss. Before I had a chance to run to the side of the building for relief, I spotted someone coming off an elevator. Grabbing the door as they exited, I let myself in. I figured I’d go up to the apartment and if I didn’t hear any party noises from inside, I’d just go home.Once in the lobby, I realized how badly I needed to piss. I didn’t want to go outside though, since I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get back in. Even if I could make it upstairs to the party, I doubted that I could make it back down if no one was there. Not seeing any washroom in the lobby or even an inconspicuous potted plant, I settled on the building’s water feature. The lobby had an artificial stream that wound through the middle of it. There was a little footbridge across it and from there with great relief, I took an uncomfortably long piss in the middle of the lobby.With nothing further distracting me, I hopped on the elevator and headed up. When I got to the door, I couldn’t really hear anything on the other side. When I pressed my ear to the door I thought I could faintly hear music. Though it certainly wasn’t at university party decibels. I wasn’t really sure if I should knock. Since I was already Escort Anadolu Yakası there though, I had to at least check. A girl came to the door and while it looked like there was a low key gathering going on, she seemed a little taken aback by such a late arrival. “Umm, hi, who are you?” she asked.“Hi, I’m Mike. Is Laura here?” I asked while peering by her to see if I could spot Laura inside.“Laura!” she called. “There’s someone here for you.”Laura’s head peeked around the corner, seeing me she coolly commented, “Oh, you came.”Maybe it was the lateness, but I didn’t seem to be getting a very enthusiastic welcome. Our host stood aside to let me pass and Laura led me to a couple chairs against the wall. Inside, there were probably no more than ten people. It was late and things seemed to be winding down. There was a pair of girls dancing to music that was barely audible, while a few small groups gathered in quiet conversation. “I guess I must have missed the party?” I said to Laura in a comment on what remained of the gathering. “Nope, this is pretty much as good as it got,” she estimated.“Too bad you didn’t stay at the bar,” I said.“Whatever,” Laura snarked. Then whispered, “I promised my friend I’d come.” “Is there anything to drink here?” “No, I don’t think so,” she replied. “Wait here, I think I might have a few beers left at my place.”“Oh, you’re in the building?” I asked.“Yeah, my place is just next door.” Standing up she added, “I’ll be right back.”Returning with a couple of beers she advised, “Enjoy the beer, these are the last ones.”The two of us talked among ourselves and the more we talked the more obnoxious Laura became. I was trying to be as nice as possible, but I was getting nowhere. My motivations were obvious and Laura was mocking them.Since it really didn’t look like I wasn’t going to get anywhere, I decided there was no point in just taking her jabs. Once I started giving it back to her, not only was I having more fun, but I noticed she seemed to enjoy exchanging insults. As we exchanged our barbs the party was clearly coming to an end. When just two or three people leave a party of that size it signals a rush to the exits.Taking notice, Laura took one big gulp to finish her beer and declared, “That’s it, I’m leaving. You can stay if you want.”“No thanks, I’m going too,” I said.Laura said goodbye to her friend and we walked down the hall together. Her place was two doors down and when we got to her door she said, “You probably expect me to invite you in?” Instead of answering I pushed her back again her door and kissed her. From that point it was a race to her bedroom, stripping each other’s clothes off along the way. I’d never had a sprint to fornication anything like this before. From one decisive act in the face of mixed signals, to being in bed with Laura was like a blur.Laura was underneath me on her back, her legs spread, her hand grasping my cock and guiding it toward her pussy. Her thick brown hair was already a tousled sexy mess around her head and I could have fucked her right then and there, but I had so much more to do.Laura had nice round tits that I just had to get my mouth on them. Her tits were ample for her short frame and on her back, they rested on her body like soft pliable pillows. Keeping a hand on her pussy, my other hand fondled her breasts and steadied them for my mouth. Her nipples sat up like soft pink thimbles that were impossible not to bite. Next was the transverse of Laura’s stomach, and since it was the eighties, through a dark thatch of fur to her tasty wet pussy.