What's a Limnophile ? - Sex Stories

What's a Limnophile ?

... an Ivy League college, at only 16 years old!

Dad rained on my parade in a big way. He insisted that I wasn't ready for college and needed to see the real world. He got me a job as his assistant. He was a traveling salesman for industrial machinery. Being his assistant mainly involved carrying around heavy pieces of metal. Over the two years, I learned there was no way in Hell I wanted to be a salesman or do heavy manual labor for the rest of my life. Dad wanted to keep me as his assistant another year, but I 'ran away' to college at the age of 18 and a few days.

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College - First Semester

I moved into one of the freshman dorms on a Sunday, and my first week went well. Most of the people were friendly, and I got invited to a party on Friday night. At the party I had my introduction to cigarettes, marijuana, and alcohol. So, so much alcohol. I quickly decided I hated smoking anything and didn't like the smell of people who did. I also decided I hated beer, whiskey, and vodka. Until the next Friday.

The severe hangovers the first two Saturdays taught me a little, and I resolved to have no more than four drinks at the third weekly party. Around midnight I was on my fifth beer, and a beautiful redhead named Bonnie asked me to have a shot with her. She looked about 21, and I was surprised she'd like a guy who was only 18. Willpower won out, and the shot of something nasty was my last drink of the night. She was drunker than I was, so I helped her walk to her ...

... apartment. Before she went inside, she kissed me and said, "Thanks for walking me home. You're such a gentleman. I'll see you at the next party."

The next weekend I danced and drank with her, made out with her a little, and danced and drank some more. One of the guys started a shot contest, and we joined in. In fifteen seconds, I managed to drink four shots and she had three. My throat burned with the fury of a fire tornado. Several hours and beers later, I half-staggered, half-crawled back to her apartment with her.

I woke up in her bed, in the middle of a wonderful blowjob. Under the sheet, a mouth was licking me, and sucking on me very hard at the same time. A hand rotated and stroked my shaft at just the right speed. I was in the middle of a great climax, when she walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. She yelled, "DAMN IT BEN! AGAIN!"

I panicked in surprise. "BEN?"

I lifted the sheet and saw the blowjob expert was a young man with red hair. I jumped and moved away from him in shock. I had never thought about a guy in a romantic or sexual way. I knew I wasn't gay because I liked girls far too much.

Ben smiled as he said, "You did well this time, Bonnie. He's really cute."

She slapped the back of his head. "Jackass!"

"I'm sorry, Lewis. My cousin thinks it's funny when he tries to steal my boyfriends. Half the guys end up hitting him, but he never learns."

I tried to remember the night before, without much luck. I asked her, "Ah, last night, did ...