A fan contacted me to write a story, which she claimed was about her and her partner. This was challenging for me to write because I didn't have as much free reign to take it where I wanted to go since this was hers, and I wanted it to stay as close to what they actually experienced together as I could. Luckily for her and me, I am fairly skilled at gathering information from people. The information she provided exceeded my own fantasies. Every time I asked her what happened next, I was taken down an erotic road I never could have imagined.
The names, dates, locations, ages, background information, and other details were made up in order to maintain anonymity. Note: Covid didn't exist in this story to make my timeframes work. If you happen to know a hot couple with the same physical descriptions of the two main characters here, let your imagination wander. I can assure you the descriptions below are based on the pictures she sent me in a nutshell. Whether they were her or not, who knows.
Whoever you were, thank you for letting me dig into your mind to get this story on paper. You were absolutely candid with me in providing the details needed to write this. I am eternally grateful for this opportunity to write such an amazing adventure.
It was the summer of 2017. I was at a Friday night house party with a group of friends in San Diego. I was twenty years old, and I was on summer vacation from San Diego State University, which is known to be a party college. This one was no exception. What started as a group of about 50 turned into 200 when the Snapchats went out showing two girls making out in bikinis. We had a DJ who was pumping beats, and the party was in full swing.
"Time to get some pussy!" yelled an obnoxiously loud neanderthal looking frat boy who was obviously not handling his alcohol well.
I sized the guy up, knowing he'd be the type to cause problems at some point as alcohol and testosterone combined in a bad combination in certain people. He was probably about 275 lbs, but most of it was sloppy looking pudge from drinking too much and maintaining the typical college late night fast food diet.
I grew up in a rougher neighborhood near San Diego. My parents were hard working middle class, but that didn't get you into the nicer neighborhoods in Southern California. I learned early on that I needed to know how to fight after getting bullied by two older boys. They were interested in my skateboard and stole it from me, leaving me with a black eye. I cried in embarrassment when I told my parents.
As a ten year old, I was enthralled with the UFC, and when I googled Jiu Jitsu after getting beat up, I was excited to learn there was a Gracie Jiu Jitsu studio within walking distance from my house. I convinced my parents to let me sign up, and I spent every afternoon learning how to roll. I worked my way up until I earned a black belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu before my 18th birthday.
Once I learned how to fight, I was never bullied again. Knowing how to defend myself helped keep me out of trouble. I was amazed at how many bullies actually had no idea how to fight. Joe Rogan put it best when he said, "Starting a fight when you don't know how to is like starting a debate with someone in a language you can't speak."
At twenty years old, I was six-one and about 190 lbs of lean muscle. I looked unassuming in my board shorts, t-shirt, and flip flops, which was the way I wanted it. I had a kind and generous personality and was always there for my friends and family. I never once started a fight after learning how to. It just wasn't in my personality to start trouble.
"What a dick," my best friend Crag said to me, laughing at the obnoxious frat guy.
"No shit," I laughed. "He's probably the last guy who has any chance of getting any tonight."
Craig and I met while surfing at Swami's, a local surf spot in San Diego. We hit it off from the start, and we were both majoring in Business. We came from similar backgrounds and had good families. Craig and I sipped our Stone IPAs and watched the crowd.
There was plenty of eye candy, and Craig and I were waiting to make our moves when I saw her. She was about five-two and petite with long dark brunette hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her wavy brunette hair fell to just below the center of her back. The contrast of her dark hair and her light blue eyes gave her an exotic glow. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. We made eye contact, and she batted her long eyelashes at me as her thick pink lips curled up in a nice shy smile.
Unlike many of the women at the party, she was not scantily clad, but looked classy in her summer dress and tan heeled sandals. The dress was fairly conservative, but it did not hide the fact that she had a great body and toned legs. Her breasts looked like more than a handful on her petite body.
Just as I was about to approach her, the obnoxious frat boy swooped in and grabbed her, spilling his drink as he pulled her to the dance floor. She looked annoyed, and I could tell she was going with it to humor him until she could break away.
"You're one fine ass chick," the frat boy yelled as he began rubbing himself on her obnoxiously.
She was trying to push away from him, but he was determined to keep his hands and body on hers. He spun her around and began rubbing up against her from behind. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her against him awkwardly. He began sliding his hands up her torso, and grabbed her breasts. She elbowed his ribs causing him to drop his red solo cup.
"Come on, don't be an uptight bitch!" the frat boy yelled.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" she yelled back as he tried to pull her in again.
That was my queue. I stepped up and placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, she asked you to stop," I told him.
"Mind your own fucking business, bitch!" he yelled at me as he pulled the girl to him.
I quickly got behind him and applied a rear naked choke, pulling him back into my chest. He released her in the process.
"I think it's time for you to go," I told him as he gasped for breath. "When I let go, you need to be cool, understood."
"Uh, uh, okay man, just let me fucking go," he begged, gasping for breath.
As soon as I let him go, his liquid courage and foolish pride kicked in, and he decided to throw a punch. Big mistake. I side-stepped his poorly thrown punch and kicked his legs out from under him. I slid behind him again and applied the choke. This time, I decided to put him to sleep. He woke up in the back of a mutual friend's car, and he was taken home to sleep it off.
"Are you okay?" I asked the beautiful brunette.
"I am, thanks to you," she smiled.
"My name's Robert. Everyone calls me Bobby," I told her, shaking her small hand.
"I'm Cassy," she replied with the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
Cassy was eighteen and was enrolled at SDSU that fall as a freshman. She was from Georgia and had that southern friendliness about her. I asked her to dance, and we fit like a glove together. She moved like a ballerina, and I did my best at holding my own. I could see from the smiles she was giving me that she was equally impressed with the way I moved. We danced for about half an hour, but we were having a hard time talking with the loud music.
"You want to get out of here?" I asked.
"Absolutely," Cassy replied.
I told Craig I was leaving, and we made plans to go surfing in the morning. I grabbed Cassy's hand and escorted her out of the party and into my Jeep. We drove down to a quiet hidden cove that not too many people know about. I grabbed a couple blankets and we sat in the sand with our backs to a large boulder as we talked and got to know each other. Cassy had a genuine character, and I was immediately drawn to her.
