College Memories
by Reltney McFee
Copyright© 2026 by Reltney McFee
Fiction Sex Story: What happens when folks swap stories of their sexual escapades?
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Double Penetration First Oral Sex Doctor/Nurse .
Hello, everyone. I’m Leah. I’m a thirty year old RN, working in emergency, married for 8 years to Joshua. He’s a firefighter.
Considering what this website is all about, very few of you care about how tall he is, how handsome he is, how he pleases me in bed, and so forth. Anyhow, bragging on my husband is not why I started this story,
Somehow, one night things got placid (NO ER nurse EVER uses what we daintily refer to as “the ‘Q’ word) around three am, and we got to talking. Our entire crew is girls, except for Andrew, the one of the nurses who is a boy, and the medics who work in the department when they are not out on a call.
Well, the medics were out on a call, and Andrew was quietly letting us all run our mouths.
Eventually, discussion turned to past adventures. Melody (of course!) started things off in that directions, when she told us that her husband had arranged for the kids to visit his mom’s for the weekend, and she and he had, as she termed it, “a romantic weekend”.
Egged on by the other girls, Melody elaborated.
Well, Ian (her husband) started things off by telling me to get dressed up, since he was taking me out. I simply love getting dolled up, and Ian made sure that my efforts were appreciated. His eyes got kind of big, and he whistled, as I came down the stairs. I knew I liked that dress when I bought it, and my husband’s reaction just confirmed that it was now my favorite.
He took me out to that one restaurant, near the university, that we had been talking about. He held my chair for me, and when the waiter arrived, he ordered a bottle of some fancy French wine for us. When I saw the prices, I looked at him, and raised my eyebrows. He saw, and grinned at me, and gave me a sort of ‘Be my guest’ shrug.
The wine was wonderful, the meal was magical: I felt like some sort of princess.
Once we were done, he took me to this club. He doesn’t really like to dance, but he knows that I adore it. The lights were dim, the music was loud, and I simply felt it in my chest.
Well, my chest as well as my panties!
We spent a couple of hours at the club, dancing and drinking. Well, I was drinking, just a bit, but Ian was only drinking water, with one or two beers thrown in.
Melody looked around the group, giggled a little, and then continued. Andrew sat at his desk, trying his very best to appear disinterested. He failed: I could see that he was drinking in every word of Melody’s story.
I (Melody) had the very best time. I could see other men ogling me. That dress was just a little tight, and just a little short, and my tits did not, quite, spill out of the bodice. I knew I looked good, and loved that Ian appreciated the view.
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