11 – College Years 3 – Home for Thanksgiving

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this – while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection. I’ve edited the titles of my other stories to include numbering in case anyone is confused. I apologize that the site doesn’t list them in publishing order, but I can’t really do anything about that – doing what I can. Enjoy!

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My first few months of college were over, and it was time to head home for Thanksgiving. I had been having a blast at college. I was getting better grades than I got in high school (putting in more work, of course), having sex with any woman who wanted it, and partying harder than I had ever tried when I was in high school. I was actually kind of thankful for the break from dorm life more than anything. It would be nice to see my family and friends from back home whom I wasn’t living with. I got home and had a nice dinner with my family, which was great – I hadn’t seen my sister in half a year, and hadn’t seen the rest of my family since they dropped me off at college three months earlier. We had a big turkey dinner, did the usual Thanksgiving stuff, and then I went to bed early. It was weird how a bed that had been my own for almost nineteen years was suddenly almost weird and foreign.

The next day I helped out around the house, assisting my mom with some yard work and changing burnt out bulbs that they just hadn’t cared enough to replace. After studying a fair amount during the day, I got a call from Bill. He was having a party that night since his parents would be out late, and anyone from our graduating class was invited, as well as people from our dorm that we met who lived near enough. Unfortunately, Alexa and her dad had decided to go visit her aunt for the holiday, so she was on the other side of the country. I was bummed about that, but at least I would get to see some of my friends that I hadn’t seen since various points of the summer. I had dinner with my parents and then it was off to Bill’s.

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“Your parents got you a keg?”

“Two kegs, actually,” Bill bragged.

“Dude, that’s kinda fucked up.”

“Whatever, I’m not complaining,” he laughed.

“So how many people are coming anyway?” I didn’t think we would get enough people to show up in order to polish off both kegs.

“I dunno, man. I invited everyone that we hang out with and told them all to get the word out.”

Get the word out. That is the phrase that turns a good party into an out-of-control-cops-get-called kind of party. I have never been one to like big parties. When I went to keggers in high school, I hung out with my group of friends, we drank, and then usually ended up leaving to go hang out somewhere else. I went inside and began to put things I knew to be valuable in a basket.

“What are you doing?” Bill asked, joining me inside.

“Moving all this shit up to your parents room so they don’t kill you when someone breaks it.”

He started grabbing other things, and we put them all upstairs out of harms way before carrying a couch upstairs from the living room and putting it at the top of the stairs with a paper sign on it reading ‘STAY DOWNSTAIRS’.

“Alright man, people are probably gonna start showing up in an hour or two, so I’m gonna get ready. You cool just chilling while I shower and stuff?”

“Of course,” I told him, going back downstairs and doing one last look around to see if we had missed anything important.

“Hey, can you go buy some ice,” Bill yelled down from upstairs.

“Alright,” I yelled back up, going out the door.

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I dumped the ice in the giant bucket the first keg was sitting in, before lugging the rest into the Deepfreeze in Bill’s basement. Coming back upstairs, I saw a face I had rarely seen over the last few years.

“Oh my god, Rob!” Lisa yelled, running across the hall to hug me.

“How’s it going, Lisa?” I laughed. She was as hot as ever, and dressed to kill.

“I’m good. How’re you liking college? Bill said you guys are having a ton of fun!”

“It’s not bad,” I answered. “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”

“I wasn’t supposed to be,” she sighed. “My plans fell through, so I invited some people over to join Bill’s party.

“Does Bill know?” I laughed.

“Not yet. He just got in the shower a couple minutes ago.”

“It should be fine. Man it’s great to see you. You look phenomenal,” I complimented her.

“You look great yourself. I talked to Bill last night… he said you’re getting around at college,” a grin spread on her face.

“Uhh, I guess,” I stammered.

“It’s ok. It’s college – you’re supposed to have fun, remember? Besides, if I were at college with you, I’d be on that dick every night,” she bit her bottom lip. “Come on,” she told me, grabbing my hand and running to the basement.

Closing the door behind her, she pushed me onto the bed in the spare bedroom.

“I don’t know if we have time for this,” I told her, sitting up on my elbows. “And what if Bill comes down looking for me?”

She left the room again for a minute, before returning.

“I told him you had to go home for a bit to help your dad with something and you’d be back.”

Wasting no time, she was naked in under a minute. Jumping onto the bed, she didn’t even bother with foreplay, pulling my jeans and boxers off, and sliding herself down my already hard cock.

“Fuck, I missed this,” she told me, putting her hands on my chest and bouncing gently up and down.

I let her ride me for a couple minutes before grabbing her and flipping her over, her legs over my shoulders. I started to fuck her hard and fast – we didn’t have a lot of time, and Bill would surely hear her moaning if he happened to come down to the basement. She let out a small squeak each time my cock buried itself in her velvet sheath, sounding like a dog’s toy.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she moaned, rubbing her clit while I continued to thrust into her.

Her legs kicked into the air, wrapping around me as her pussy started to squeeze my cock hard. I waited for her small orgasm to pass before lifting her off the bed and spinning her over again to fuck her from behind. I shimmied up her back so I was fucking her from above, my cock eliciting a small shriek every time it rubbed into her g-spot. Her pussy wasn’t incredibly tight, but I could still feel myself about to cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” I told her, continuing to fuck her hard.

“Ok, in me,” she squealed.

I took a few last thrusts before I began to empty into her. I pulled out and my cock oozed a bit more cum on her leg.

“Holy shit,” I panted. “That was great.”

“I know,” she gasped, catching her breath and rolling onto her back.

I leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.

“This was way better without Charlotte around,” she smiled up at me.

“Is she gonna be here tonight?” I laughed, getting a punch in the arm for my lack of sensitivity.

“She is,” Lisa answered.