Best Hook Up Stories Novels & Stories

QUINN I’m not sure what’s worse- Jax embarrassing the crap outta me while I was topless with my hand down his pants, or the fact that I can’t even vent to my girlfriends about it. My first reflex was to go to Kyla, but she’s got a lot going on right now; it doesn’t feel right to unload on her about a hookup story. Because that’s all it was- a quick, sleazy hookup in the front seat of Jax’s truck. This isn’t a love story. Hell, at this moment, it isn’t even a ‘like’ story.

he said, tapping the tip of her nose. Her fingers brushed over his lips as she said huskily, "Looking forward to it." When Juliet finally pulled away and walked into the private room, there was still a sheen of moisture on her lips, hinting at how intense the kiss had been. "Hey, Juliet! Now that Luke's here, we can finally talk about some juicy topics, right?" "Where was the most unforgettable spot you two hooked up? If you don't answer, bottoms up!" The crowd egged her on, and the mood quickly hit its peak.

At that point, he felt like my boyfriend. We kissed; he tried to go all the way until I saw his shrimp of a penis, and I just backed out. I've been fucking men that were arranged by my guards then, men that had real cocks, and since he's the one who always arranged my hookups, he had this covered.

Unbeknownst to him, it was the start of a new relationship. ~ END~ Author’s Note: Next Story ‘The Tinder Hookup”

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?

“Okay, now that there are no ears to hear, tell me the truth. You can speak above a PG rating. I think I can handle the dirty details.” I took a bite from the fry. “I am not giving you any dirty details.” “What happened?” “We had a good time.” I felt like a shithead for talking about it. Then again, I knew she had probably told her friend Nelle all about the encounter. Women did that. Guys did it and it was called locker-room talk. “You hooked up?” he asked with a grin. I sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to give it up. “We did.” “On the boat?”

So I typed it plainly: “I want to lose my virginity. No strings, just one night where I finally feel wanted.” I posted it and immediately felt my stomach twist. But the responses came faster than I expected. That same evening, two guys messaged me. Both looked around twenty, handsome in their profile pictures — one with a charming smile and sharp jawline, the other with messy dark hair and intense eyes. They seemed perfect. I stared at their photos for a long time, heart racing, unsure who to pick. The next day, two more messages arrived. These guys looked a bit older — late twenties, tall, broad-shouldered, and ridiculously hot. One had a confident smirk that made my thighs press together;

"And?" "You don't remember? Shots were taken, sparks were flying, one mind-blowing kiss and we were tangled beneath the sheets in no time," he sucked his teeth, "your fingernails even left marks on my back. Girl, don't tell me you don't remember the best sex of your life," he sounded like a broken record and it hardened my frown. "I know you, Conrad. One of the stupid jocks in school that I hooked up with at the club a few days ago. How the fuck did you even get my number and what the hell do you want?" I seethed.

“ 'Anyways, my hookup asks me to go to a dinner with him that he's attending, but I turn him down without listening to the details. I have a date with my man, a business dinner where I am going to be meeting his boss, his co-workers and the new employees that will be working under my man on a new project. I dress nice and we go to the dinner. I schmooze with the best of them, playing the supportive girlfriend and kind of enjoying myself. Until we are seated at the table with his employees and across from me is my hook up, talking about how his girlfriend couldn't make it tonight. He looks right at me and his face lights up. He stands up, telling me that he's so excited I could make it. Every