The Girl all the Bad Guys want (m/f)

I'd been hearing about a woman called Amy who wouldn't let any of my friends anywhere near her. I was told all kinds of things about her – how self important she was, how much she talked about herself, how much she thought of herself. They set her up as unconquerable.

That suited me. I wasn't going to try my luck. In that group of friends, I was the physically imposing one they hid behind when a night's drinking turned argumentative. I'm tall, hairy and while not especially muscular or well built, people don't want to make me angry. I'm not a looker, either.

I came back to my home town after working away for a while and met Amy, and her housemate Paul, on my first night back in the pub. Amy was a blonde and blue eyed swimmer from Up North. She was average height, entirely flat chested, slightly clumsy and she laughed easily. I asked her lots of questions, she answered them, we had a bit of a giggle. She mentioned her boyfriend several times, which solved at least one mystery.

A week or so later, I saw her again. Paul held a poker night. I played with my usual lack of restraint or skill and was out of the game pretty quickly. Amy came by to say hello, and then disappeared off to her room to take a phone call. Judging by the volume of that conversation, it might have been a furious row with her boyfriend.

I got sent off to buy drinks, and as I walked past her room Amy joined me. We walked to the shop, chatting, and walked back, chatting. Then we sat on the sofa talking while the game behind us got more and more high stakes. As time went on we got closer and closer, partly to hear what the other person was saying, but by the time the poker game broke up Paul was drunk and everyone else was broke. They went home and to bed, Amy and I sat up talking. Eventually, the closeness got kind of pointed. I decided to push my luck and say something stupid.
"I'd better go before I do something stupid like try to kiss you" I remember saying. I remember her response being
"Why would that be stupid?"

We kissed, tentatively, and then again. That second kiss was a good one, with a lot of intent behind it. Then she stopped. "This is my choice" she said "this is what I want". What could I do but agree? After that odd moment, she put her arms around me and we went back to making out.

Our hands started to wander and I discovered that underneath the t-shirt Amy was wearing, she wasn't wearing anything else. My hands slid under it, at which point she pulled away from me and just tugged the whole thing off over her head with a muttered "this is just getting in the way".

She had the slightest of swells to mark each breast, but beautiful nipples: small, pink, hard and best of all very appreciative of attention. When I wasn't kissing her, my mouth was occupied with them. Eventually we separated, both flushed and slighly breathless. I would have happily continued on the sofa, but Amy had other ideas. "Shall we finish this in the bedroom?" she asked, and of course I said yes. Once we were through the door she got rid of the skirt she was wearing and then sat on the edge of her bed. As I got closer she put her hand on my stomach and then undid my belt. I got the message and kicked my shoes off, tugged my shirt over my head and enjoyed the sensation of her unbuttoning the jeans I was wearing and then tugging them and my boxers down.

I'm a grower rather than a shower, and most of the time my cock's about average. There have been occasions when it's done me proud, and this was one of them. Amy actually said "yum" before wrapping her hand around my erection, pulling my foreskin back and kissing the head. Then she rolled into her bed and, having taken care of my socks, I followed her. We touched, kissed more, she played with my cock for a while and then she took the whole thing-ok, only about six inches at most – into her mouth in one movement. She pulled off it again and grinned at me.
"That's good. I'll be able to feel you cum on the back of my throat" she said.

All this time she'd been brushing my hand away when it got close to her pussy. I assumed it was the wrong time of the month, but after some more kissing and groping I ended up between her legs in the missionary position with my cock pressed hard against her cunt. I would say I dry humped against her, but she wasn't dry and after a minute or so she reached between us and pulled her panties aside. The next movement from me brought my cock into contact with her and she gasped. I reached between us and teased the head of my cock over her lips and pressed the head against her. She nodded, so I pushed inside her.

What happened next was something that had never happened to me before or since. As I pushed into her, she started to cum. It seemed to take her by surprise too, and she hung onto me like her life depended on it. The sensation was almost too much for me so once I was all the way in her I stopped and tried hard to stay in control. After a minute or two she relaxed and we started a rhythm. Amy knew what she was doing, and brought me so close a couple of times before telling me I couldn't cum in her without a condom. I'm glad one of us was thinking straight. I pulled out and lay back while we kissed. She slid down my torso, grazing her nipples over my skin, and took my cock in her mouth. She teased me with her tongue, swirling it around and around the head and when I gasped that I was about to cum she took the length of me into her mouth and held me there while I emptied my load all over the back of her throat.

After a short collapse, she asked me to go but as I was dressing she grabbed my cock again, kissed it and told me in no uncertain terms that next time I should bring condoms and make my move a little earlier in the evening. I agreed, stumbled home with a stupid grin on my face and almost didn't get up for work the next mornng.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/32gcrl/the_girl_all_the_bad_guys_want_mf