the first time I met him [f/m]

I had been patiently anticipating the party for quite some time for a number of reasons, but at the top of the list was the most important one: I was finally going to meet him. We had not interacted much at all expect for a favorite Tweet here and there. I didn’t even know what he looked like, but he knew how looked. I had pictures of myself, all tame, innocent pictures, posted all over social media.

He lived two hours away—a student at a different university—so the party was the best excuse to get him to visit. I wanted to look my best, and I had not had sex in a long, long time. I needed to have sex, to be fucked, to feel someone else’s hands on the curves of my body, cupping my breasts and my ass, touching me… So I was diligent in showering, shaving my soft pussy, and making sure the sharp cat-eye corners of my eyeliner were perfect. I needed him to like me, because I needed him inside me.

Since we were celebrating a birthday, we wanted everyone to meet up around six so we could get dinner before we really started having fun. Not surprisingly, I was still adjusting my hair and my lipstick while people were arriving. I realized I needed something from the living room, and when I ran to grab it, I nearly collided with him. He was well dressed, taller than me, with bright eyes and a killer smile. I felt like I was a freshman in high school again: seeing a cute boy and suddenly growing nervous. My palms were sweaty, but I extended one anyway. When I snuck back into the bathroom to finish primping, I couldn’t help but curse myself for not having a more graceful first impression.

Dinner went well, but the fun really started once everyone started drinking. He felt my legs at the encouragement of our friends (not to brag, but I have the softest, smoothest legs) and we shared the recliner in the living room (an exercise in moving hips against hips and sitting in laps). A few more drinks later, with everyone on the floor for a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity, we had our first kiss. It was light, but sweet. A couple friends—the ones responsible for introducing the two of us in the first place—were pleased. We went back for a second kiss, and I knew the night would end exactly the way that I wanted it to.

It took some time, but people started to leave or fall asleep, and soon we were the only two people left in the living room of the apartment. We pounced. I tore at the buttons of his blue Oxford while he grabbed for my hips. I moved my hips across his hard cock, ready to feel him inside me. He pulled off my clothes, leaving me in the matching bra and panties I’d worn just for him. After another moment of rolling in the floor, biting lips and necks, we slipped into an empty bedroom.

It didn’t take long for him to lift me up against the mirror on the wall, his hands exploring every inch of my body that he could reach. I shucked my bra while he pinched and sucked on my C-cup tits, licking and swirling his tongue around my almost-painfully erect nipples. He left a trail of bites from my chest to my neck, sucking hard on the skin just below the corner of my jaw. He ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it; the other hand found its way into my thong, sliding across my soft, bare mound. He rubbed my clit gently at first, then harder, until he slipped a finger inside my dripping pussy. I bit my lip, needing him to fill me, needing to feel him. And he hadn’t even taken his pants off yet.

I tugged at them, fumbling helplessly with the button while he continued to finger me. He sucked on my nipple until I begged him, “Please, please fuck me.” He didn’t need much prompting. His pants and boxers fell to the floor (his shirt was forgotten in the living room with the rest of my clothes), and brought me to the bed. I laid back, but he pulled me by the hips to the edge and kneeled down, diving into my pussy with his tongue. I grabbed at my breasts while he lapped between my legs, at first with slow, broad licks, then with more pointed ones, sucking, sometimes nibbling on my clit. I felt my thighs tremble, but he didn’t stop, except to tease me with kisses on my inner thighs. He slid in one finger, then two, while he continued to lick me, tasting me—devouring me—for the first time.

When I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it anymore, he stood up and wiped his chin before crawling toward me on the bed. He kissed me, then carefully eased himself inside my tight, wet pussy. I wanted to cum in that moment. I had forgotten how good it felt to be fucked, and he was keen on reminding me. He thrust inside me slowly at first, grinning while I bit my lip and dug my fingernails into his hips and thighs, begging him to fuck me harder, fuck me faster. He moved my legs over his shoulders and grabbed my waist, holding me in place as he picked up speed. He felt so fucking good. I felt like I was losing my mind every time his thick cock moved inside me. I pulled him close, feeling his dick throb inside me. He whispered a soft, “oh, fuck,” and kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth as he came. We stayed that way for just a second, until I bit my lip and said a polite, “thanks.” He helped clean me up, and we fell asleep tangled up together later that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/39o720/the_first_time_i_met_him_fm