Kat and Anna - Sex Stories

Kat and Anna

I am now twenty-one. This happened when I was nineteen. How time flies! I'm an English major with a focus in creative writing now, so this should ideally be better written than it would be right after the experience. I'm still going to write it as if I'm sitting next to you and telling it. That's probably the best approach.

It was February. I was dating this girl Kat, who was my equal in terms of being a dumpster fire. She was bipolar and sometimes did not take her meds and got abusive; I smoked too much weed, drank too much, and had too much sex with girls who were not her. I guess you get the picture. Kat and I had a big fight over I forget what and she kicked me out of her apartment.

I didn't want to go for however long it took us to make up without getting laid, so I decided to seduce Megan, from my criminal justice class. She was a brunette with freckles, short, shy-ish personality, but really smart (academically that is, not sure about otherwise). She also had a twisted sense of humor if you got her to open up to you. I'll be honest, I'd been constantly flirting with her since the start of the semester. She thought I was gross at first but had come around to me by now. I asked her out after class. She was hesitant but I can be persistent as fuck.

So we went out for pizza that weekend and got to know each other. She wore a black blouse that looked totally unlike something she would wear otherwise. She also had on these tight silk pants. And although I thought her glasses were cute and had told her so (I said 'they look nice'), she opted to wear contacts. Something about it all struck me as mildly desperate. I listened to everything she said; whenever she looked up from her plate I was looking into her eyes, and I nodded to let her know I heard her.

The one thing we seemed to both have in common is we didn't like our dads. I mean, hers was still married to her mom and not in jail, but otherwise, same level of cringe. After the pizza, I took her to a cocktail party at my friend's place. When we arrived, it had really just become decadent teen drinking. I brought a bottle of Tanqueray I still owe Kat for, although I did rail her twice the night she got it, so maybe we're square.

Kat was 22. A senior. I should clarify that. Said she was into younger guys, but still didn't know I was a freshman until we'd started dating and I confessed. She stuck around, apparently thinking I'd be sweet and naive. Kept sticking around even after it became obvious that I was a narcissistic douche.

By the time we got to the party, Megan was feeling my vibe. I'd led her in with my hand on her back, so physical contact = initiated. Based on what she'd told me about her, she seemed to be looking for a rebound, she just didn't want to say it. So I was in luck. I did some shots and got buzzed enough to start hitting on this rando in plain sight of Megan. The idea was to get Megan jealous and confused and want me more. Sometimes it backfires, this time ...