Sex IRL: The student who found love by dating the guy with a bigger dick

Sex IRL is a series by babe dedicated to detailing the ups, downs and in-betweens of real girls’ sex lives. It’s unfiltered, graphic and, most importantly, real. This week, a 21-year-old student who dates the guy with the bigger dick and overworked her lady bits for three days straight. 21, straight, Pittsburgh, PA.

Day one

11 a.m. At the gym. I do my usual elliptical for 30 minutes, then abs and booty workouts. I can’t go a day without hitting the gym.
12 p.m. Class is boring, as usual, so I spend the whole time stalking. I’ve been talking to two guys, Frat Boy and Skater Boy. I met Frat Boy at a frat party, and Skater Boy at a bar but can’t really decide which I liked more so my friends and I have decided that I’ll sleep with both of them and date whoever has the bigger dick.
1:45 p.m. Just got a text from Frat Boy. He wants to hang out at his place, but I think I’m just going to chill today. I’ll see him tomorrow.
5 p.m. Skater Boy texted me to see if I wanted to get dinner. I figure why not? Just a quick meal, it couldn’t hurt.
8 p.m. I had a nice time with Skater Boy. He’s fun to talk to and quite passionate. He asked if I wanted to go home with him but I said no. Sometimes you just get that feeling in your gut that it isn’t right, and I definitely got that feeling.
11 p.m. All my work is done. I’m still texting both guys and watching Netflix. Not sure what I want to do just yet. I like qualities of each of them but they are so different that it’s hard to decide. One is way more ballsy and adventurous but the other is so smart and sweet. How can I choose when both have different qualities I like?

Day two

12 p.m. This class needs to end, like, now. The weekend is about to start and I cannot wait another second.
3 p.m. I’m mentally preparing for tonight. Overthinking my relationships with these two guys is going to drive me crazy, so I watch and episode of Shameless and take a nap.
6 p.m. I’m hanging with Frat Boy tonight; we’ll see how it goes.
9:30 p.m. Frat Boy is really sweet but he’s so shy. I may just have to jump into bed with him to speed this process up. I’m getting really restless about it.
10 p.m. I want to like Frat Boy but he’s so boring. He has almost nothing interesting to say to me and I just don’t know how to interact with him. Every other comment is about my body. He seems interested in me, but only sexually? I am so not about to be hit and quit.
11 p.m. I wasn’t feeling it so I went home. Skater Boy is having a party tomorrow so I’m looking forward to that.

Day three

10 a.m. I wake up thinking about how last night was almost super fun, except I felt like a booty call rather than a potential partner. I’m pretty sure I established myself as a relationship person, so I’m losing interest in Frat Boy and his inability to make intriguing conversation.
10:30 a.m. I get some homework done because I’m totally not doing any this weekend. I am dedicated to figuring my love life out and removing the stressors of these two boys.
2 p.m. I’m going to get lunch with a friend. We’re going to Skater Boy’s party tonight and I need to get my shit together.
4 p.m. Skater Boy hasn’t responded to me in two hours and I’m started to freak out. I’m making something out of nothing right? He’s just busy…
6 p.m. He texted me back, he was just playing guitar with his friend. No worries. All good. He’s still into me.
9 p.m. OK so I’ve decided I’m going to fuck Skater Boy tonight. No holding back. It’s time. I am ready. Or at least I’m telling myself that.
9:30 p.m. I go to a friend’s house to pregame. I explain to her what I’m thinking and she gives her blessing. She agrees that if I’m ready to take the next step with Skater Boy, I should do so without dwelling on Frat Boy.
10:30 p.m. We’re at Skater Boy’s house and I’m trying to make small talk with people but I’m so nervous about having sex that I can’t be calm. I just need to get this over with.
11 p.m. I’m in Skater Boy’s room. We’re alone and he’s playing guitar. I’m pacing back and forth. Why am I so nervous? Just lie down and kiss him. He’s probably just as nervous as you are.
11:15 p.m. We’ve rolled around on the bed for a few minutes and now we’re getting naked. He takes his shirt off and his body looks like the gods themselves carved it. I am sooooo ready.
11:30 p.m. He fucks like a god too. I don’t have to do anything but lay here while he does all the work. His strokes are perfect and rhythmic and his skin is soft. I can’t help but wrap my legs around him and moan at the top of my lungs.
11:45 p.m. Holy. Fucking. Shit. That was amazing. We gotta go again! I’ve never wanted more so much in my life. The sex was so good. He started slow and sped up and when he came he thrusted so hard into me I orgasmed a second time.
11:45 p.m. I’m not sure if his bed is just super comfortable, but I feel like I was getting fucked on a cloud. He finishes, kisses me softly and asks me if I’m good.
11:50 p.m. He picks up the guitar again and starts playing naked. Guess I’ll just sit here recovering and watch.
12:30 a.m. Screw Frat Boy. I snuggle up next to Skater Boy’s naked body, soft and warm, and slowly (and happily) drift off.

Day four

8 a.m. I’m still in Skater Boy’s bed. There’s an empty pizza box on the floor next to my bra. We’re both laying naked, snuggling.
10 a.m. He walks me home. We hold hands and kiss as we walk down the street. I’m freezing, but I’m so giddy that I don’t even care.
2 p.m. This day needs to move faster. I can’t wait to see him again. We’ve been flirting over text all day. We’re into a lot of the same things. I really really like him.
9 p.m. We go to a bar with friends, but all we want to do is hook up. I can’t stop thinking about his soft skin on top of me, and his warm mouth on my lips. I can’t wait to feel his muscly back as he thrusts on top of me.
10 p.m. We’re heading back to his place. I can’t wait to rip all of our clothes off. I’ve never craved someone’s dick so much in my life.
10:30 p.m. We start getting off. He fingers me, then gives it to me in missionary. Amazing, considering I haven’t done missionary in like a year because my ex was against it. Missionary gets a bad rap, but I like it.
11 p.m. Round two. He hits from the back but he bends himself over me so we’re head to head and his thrust is deep and smooth. Then he he pulls me off the bed and fucks me on the floor. He picks me up and slams me back on the bed to finish. He is definitely not boring.
2 a.m. We’ve had sex five times tonight, so we crash. Hard.

Day five

10:30 a.m. We actually slept past the crack of dawn. Time to get breakfast.
11 a.m. He paid for my food, which was nice.
1 p.m. We chat for almost two hours and then decide to part ways because we both have homework. Maybe it’s good to take a break. We’ve been fucking like animals for a few days now.
3 p.m. We ditched the homework and meet up again. We can’t keep our hands off each other. We’ve now had sex over 15 times in three days. Our bodies are starting to collapse but we just can’t stop.
5 p.m. We banged in the bathroom, on the sink, on his desk and on the bed. We did it from the side, from the back, and he even moved his hips in a circular motion on top of me. I think we hit more positions in a day than I hit with my ex in six months.
6 p.m. We talk and decide we need to calm it down. We both want a relationship, so we discuss that we have plenty of time to bang and try just watching a movie. No more sex tonight…
9 p.m. Shit. We had sex again. We were having a casual chat but then we ended up locking eyes and next thing you know we’re kissing and then… We roll around on the bed until our clothes were on the floor and he’s thrusting slowly into me. It’s insanely romantic, but I’m probably going to get a UTI by the time this weekend is over.

Day six

8 a.m. I slept over again. We have quick sex doggy style and shower and then walk to campus together before we split off.
12:30 p.m. We meet for lunch.
3 p.m. I spend my whole lecture thinking about him. It’s moving fast, but I don’t care. I want him. I want every part of him, but I don’t want to rush this in case he doesn’t feel the same way.
6 p.m. We grab dinner and head to a friend’s to drink and hang out. Frat Boy texts me, but I ignore it. I feel bad for disappearing but I’m just not that into him.
9 p.m. We go back to Skater Boy’s place and have sex twice. We start on the bed with me on top and make our way to the desk. He’s so hot, lifting me up and placing me on his wooden table so he can enter me from a good angle. We agree that I should sleep at my place tonight. We’ve spent a lot of time together and need a break.
10 p.m. I’m not sure if we both just forgot that I was going to go home tonight or neither of us want me to, but I’m getting really tired and don’t really want to go home. I’ll probably call in uber in 3o minutes or so.

Day seven

9 a.m. Not sure if it was the sex or the alcohol that put us both to sleep, but I wake up in his bed again. Guess we just can’t stay away from each other. I get on top and ride for a while, but then he takes control and pounds from below. We both orgasm in seconds! We get in the shower and kiss for a while as the water hits our heads. He lets me use his shampoo and conditioner (how sweet, I’m protective of mine).
9:45 a.m. We get breakfast and then head our separate ways.
12 p.m. I go to the gym for the first time in days, but it’s not like I haven’t been working out. I use the elliptical for 30 minutes and then do abs.
4:30 p.m. I’m trying to study for an exam but all I can think about is Skater Boy’s body on top of mine.
6 p.m. I finish studying and we agree to meet for dinner. We cant stop staring into each other’s eyes. I can’t tell whether he thinks my eyes are pretty or he just really want to bang right now. Could be both.
8:30 p.m. We go back to his place to watch a movie. We cuddle the whole time. He’s into older movies, so we watch Lolita. I love how classy and traditional he is. Long hair, well read, into classics. It’s all so different but so hot.
10 p.m. We don’t have sex tonight. Instead we just cuddle and fall asleep.

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