Some details (like names!) have been changed to protect identities. Writing as a means to re-live some of the moments I think about when I’m alone and in a particular mood.
I chose this particular story because it has a lot of intimate moments, and I find myself craving those as much as the wonderful sex. This was also a large building block in this particular relationship and, along with another stormy night story, would be mentioned countless more times in private conversations between the two of us.
**A little background information:**
This story takes place during my college years. I was 20 at time, nerdy and reserved, 6’1, fit and tanned from a lot of tennis in the sun, long curly brown hair. She was a year younger than me, VERY timid in public (until she knows what she wants, but more on that later), playful, pale(ish) skin, ~5’5 with long, straight blonde hair, tits slightly larger than my palm, and an ass that wouldn’t quit.
We had dated in high school and had what I’d consider to be a fairly typical high school relationship; off-again, on-again, driven mostly by elevated hormone levels, but with some serious sexual chemistry (we were each other’s firsts). We met under some pretty unfortunate circumstances with both of us in a very dark place at the time, but I think that allowed us to open up to each other quickly.
This particular story takes place at the very beginning of the summer break. . .
**The night in question:**
It was more or less like any day in the summer for that region. . . hot, humid, and sunny. I had just finished my work for the day (in the hot sun) and was eager to get home and clean up. My dad was out of town at the time, so my plans revolved entirely around video game marathon sessions in between work. I got a text message from Kay saying “Hey…” (I wasn’t kidding when I said she could be very timid). I didn’t know what to make of the message. We had broken up as our schools were very far apart (among other reasons), but bridges hadn’t been burned either. I’d decided to ignore the message for the time being and just clean up; whatever she wanted could wait.
By the time I’d cleaned up, I’d received a few more messages from her; she would be in town that evening (we lived a pretty good drive apart…yay small towns in BFE) with a friend and she wanted me to join them at Steak ‘n Shake. I’m not one to pass up a perfectly good Frisco Melt and shake, so I agreed. I did my best to appear presentable (which at that age really wasn’t much) and headed to the restaurant.
Kay was there with her friend Vanessa, who was 5’2 on a good day with long, straight black hair and a loud, abrasive personality. We’d met before and I knew she didn’t care for me much, but the two were close friends and, to my surprise, she was putting up with me that evening. Both had already ordered, and Kay was more bubbly than usual. I felt awkward most of the meal, as the conversation was a bit more intrusive than I’d have preferred, but somehow by the end of it I had agreed to ride with them out to their corner of BFE and hang out for a while. On the way out, I walked behind them both to take stock of Kay’s attire; she was dressed in a loose-fitting pleated shirt that left just a hint of midriff exposed and some skinny jeans. I got a little caught in the sway of her hips as we walked to their vehicle, but managed not to get caught at the very least.
Fast forward a bit; it’s dark now, we’re in their corner of BFE and have stopped at Vanessa’s apartment. Her BF isn’t there, so the ladies feel free to be a little louder than normal. Drinks are offered, but we all decide to pass on that. Before long, we’ve got too much energy and need to move around a bit, so we decided to walk to a nearby park. On the way to the park, Kay walks alongside me and allows Vanessa to lead the way. She’s joking and gently touching my arm by this point (mental note: green light!), and every now and then I catch her stealing glances. I had picked some athletic shorts for the evening (not anticipating being out long), so I spent a lot of time readjusting and hoping that my growing excitement wasn’t apparent.
We get to the baseball park and continue some casual conversations for a bit before Vanessa gets a call from her BF; there’s some sort of relationship drama I don’t want a part of, so she wanders off to talk to him, leaving Kay and I on the bleachers. The conversation gets a bit more serious at this point, with us both apologizing about the way things had ended the last time and filling in the blanks since the last time we had spoken. She’s more or less wrapped around my chest at this point, but the warm evening meant that we’d periodically separate to air out.
**The build up:**
Vanessa comes back not long after and we continue to walk through the park. At the top of the baseball complex is a hill with a playground for kids; as good as any other place to stop. We all sit on the top of a play set by the slide and Kay is all over me at this point. There’s not even a hope of hiding the tent I’m pitching, but I try to keep turned away from Vanessa anyway. Kay decides to sit in my lap and the conversation gets sexual in a hurry. Vanessa talks about her recent bareback sexcapades with her boyfriend after finding out she’s infertile. Kay blushes and laughs a lot as some intimate details about her friend come to light, but she decides she wants to share some details about her adventures as well. Somehow they start talking about the biggest dicks either of them has ever experienced, although from Vanessa’s stories it doesn’t sound like very much. Kay, still on my lap, rubs me through the athletic shorts and quietly admits to Vanessa that the biggest she’s had is probably eight inches. She squeezed my bulge and looked into my eyes, pleading without words for my confirmation, but the only sound I can manage is a muffled moan into her shoulder. I do my best to compose myself after Kay stops her gentle squeezing and confirm my length; knowing I had been Kay’s biggest only heightened my arousal, and I was finding it very difficult to breathe at a normal pace. Vanessa laughed it off, clearly in disbelief of the story, and excused herself for a smoke break.
With Vanessa gone, at least for the time being, I made my move. With Kay still in my lap, I pulled her into me for a kiss. I let my desire take over as I did all I could to devour her, our tongues intertwined. She must have enjoyed the aggressiveness, because she pressed herself into me and moaned. She wanted more, though, and re-positioned herself so that she could straddle me. Before long, she had both of her hands on either side of my face as she kissed me passionately while grinding along my length, moaning into my ear every time our lips parted to catch our breath. I moved my hands under her shirt to the small of her back (one of my favorite parts of a lady!) and rubbed and pressed her closer to me. The warmth of the night, and the gathering storm clouds, had made her skin slick with perspiration, but the skin-on-skin contact only added to the electricity of the moment.
Vanessa was clearly approaching by this point, and I’m really not big into PDA (especially around someone I already know doesn’t approve much of me). She made some snide remarks about the inappropriateness of our actions and picked back up where the conversation had let off. I tried to stay involved in the conversation, but every time I looked at Kay (who was back in my lap now, instead of straddling me), she would be gently biting her lower lip and giving me the biggest “I want you to fuck me” eyes she could muster.
**Storm on the horizon:**
The conversation dried up pretty quickly; the storm clouds now dominated the horizon and the humidity was only increasing as it started to sprinkle. The drizzle felt great on my skin, helping me clear my head and cool off at the same time. We walked back to Vanessa’s apartment (this time with Kay holding my hand the whole way). By the time we arrived, it was almost 2 in the morning. I had work the next day, and since they had driven me, had no way of making the (rather lengthy) drive home. Kay offered to drive me back, and I probably agreed to that a little too quickly, and off we went.
Throughout the car ride back to my place, lightning could be seen in the distance and the low rumble of thunder could be heard. The rain started off light, but picked up the closer we got to my place. Kay hated thunderstorms, and the mood in the car reflected that. The ride back was sobering, as she voiced her concerns about making the same mistakes we had made the last time we were in a relationship. I did my best to assuage her fears, believing the night was about to end and trying to hide my disappointment.
About five miles from my house, the skies opened up in a torrential downpour, the heavens trying to drown us in anger. Kay was visibly shaken by this point and felt uncomfortable driving, but felt more uncomfortable after I asked if she wanted to get out and switch drivers. We made it back to my place unharmed, but she was clearly in no condition to drive, so I offered to let her stay the night. After some mild trepidation (and some remarks that I was just trying to sleep with her . . .), she agreed, finally thanking me for not making her drive back. My car occupied the garage, so we had a long trek through the pouring rain to get into my house.
**Heart of the storm:**
Once we got inside, the mood shifted. She visibly relaxed after no longer being subjected to the elements. We crawled into my bed, me with my shirt off, her fully clothed but damp. She rested her head on my chest and had her hand on my heart in what would become a staple cuddling position throughout our relationship. I stroked her back through her shirt, doing my best to comfort her every time the thunder clapped overhead; the storm had to be right on top of us at that point.
I asked her “Are you okay?”, but a muffled mm-hmm was her initial reply. Then, tentatively, she said “You make me feel safe.” I hugged her gently, but her damp clothes plus the fan that I always leave on in my room were making me very cold, so I got up to get her a dry t-shirt and a pair of my athletic shorts. I came back and offered them to her and went to the bathroom so she could change.
Once in the bathroom, I had to let my bulge out; it was pressing uncomfortably into the fabric of my shorts. I was thankful that the room was so dark, because I really didn’t want her to see that after the sobering conversation on the drive back to my place. I touched myself tentatively for a few moments before deciding that I really didn’t need the stimulation and tried everything I could think of to calm myself down (with limited success). I went to the kitchen to grab us both a glass of ice water and made my way back, already thinking I had been gone uncomfortably long.
I walked back into the room and saw Kay huddled under the covers, just her head sticking out. I offered some water, but she declined, so I put them both on the night stand and climbed in under the covers with her. Right as I got in, the loudest thunder yet clapped and she let out a yelp and jumped onto me, straddling me once again. She wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Her bare upper chest against mine was a shock of adrenaline, morphing my subdued boner into a raging hard-on in the span of a single breath. The positioning of it was such that there was no chance she couldn’t feel my physical need for her, because she used her hips to press her bare mound into me. Even through my shorts, the cold dampness of her skin mixed pleasantly with the warm moisture of her matching need.
Another boom of the storm’s might caused her to whimper and freeze in place. I wrapped both of my arms around her back and held her into me as tight as I could, half for comfort and half so she could feel my rod twitching in desire and anticipation for her. I think those subtle spasms, directly aligned with her crotch, grounded her as she very gently started rocking back and forth. She turned her chin away from my shoulder, unburying herself from it for the first time since I’d returned, and whispered a single word into my ear: “Please?”
I pulled her gently away from my body so I could see her face. I gave her a quizzical stare, wanting her to continue.
“Can I have you…? Please…”
The second please wasn’t a question. It was an admittance of desire, her way of pleading with me, and a command all at once. (Women: You all have this power!!) I nodded my agreeance, captured by the sexiest phrase anyone has ever uttered to me.
Our bodies worked in tandem, hands everywhere as we managed to remove my shorts and boxers without separating our bodies. My hands landed on her hips, doing their best to guide her to me, but she made it clear she was in control. She backed away every time I tried to move us until I finally gave up. A sly smile crept across her face as she finally took all of me in her hands since the clothing had been removed and moved herself down my body. She gave me a few gentle, teasing tugs, causing me to exhale suddenly. Then, in one motion, her mouth encompassed all of me. Pleasure washed over me and as I moaned, her sly eyes found mine as she slid up and then back down the length of me.
She removed her mouth suddenly and sat back up to re-position. She guided me to just outside of her, barely touching my tip against her warmth.
My body jolted a bit at the sensation; it felt so good and the anticipation of this moment amplified the feeling. I thrust my hips up, eager for more, but again she backed away. Her eyes did all the talking as her gaze gave me a stern rebuking. Once again, she aligned herself with me, and then slowly lowered herself so that just my head was inside her as a barely audible moan escaped her lips. Again, the sensation and the anticipation drove my body to go for more, and again she backed away.
My frustration came to a boil, but I let as much of it as I could out in a sharp exhale. She lowered herself again so that my head was inside her as a sign of approval and held still there, locking eyes with me once again. She was biting her lower lip and the flames of desire screamed at me through her irises. When she felt confident I would no longer resist, she lowered herself the rest of the way so that our pelvises met. In that first moment, when the length of me filled her, she let out a sound* not unlike a mix of a gasp, a sigh, and a moan; she would make this sound the first time I filled her up every time we have sex, and I still crave it.
She let her body grow accustomed to me and waited for my member to stop twitching inside of her. She started rotating her hips slowly, at first, but with each gyration, I could hear the control in her breath fade. It wasn’t long before she was working out her frenzy against me in a stupor.
I tried to be patient, I really did. But patience can only hold for so long, and so I tentatively began to match her frenzy. When I saw that she was lost in the moment, I, too, let go of all of my inhibitions until I matched her pace. As our bodies synced, I could feel her tighten around me as she convulsed in slow waves. Her pace slowed during her peak, but she did not stop, and by the time she had composed herself, her eyes changed to show determination. “Now it’s your turn.”
She increased her pace again, but unlike before, her movements were meant to pleasure me instead of the both of us. I continued to try to match her place until her eyes once again told me that she was the one running the show.
**The Eye of the Storm:**
She slowed her pace again, clearly content to take her time. We were both enjoying ourselves.
The heaviest part of the storm had gone this point. Strong winds and light rain were all that remained; all I needed to hear were Kay’s short fits of laughter to confirm these facts. Her ability to enjoy herself was another of many huge turn ons.
My patience was wearing thin again so I decided to try one of her moves. I applied light pressure to her back, trying to encourage her to lean forward, but allowing her to decide to do so. I wrapped my arms around her and whispered in her ear “Please?”. I tried to sound soft and gentle to mask how close I was to losing any sense of control I had remaining. She nodded gently into my shoulder before moving in a gentle, but long motion.
I knew I wouldn’t last very long; I’d already had a lot of stimulation and the delicate, deliberate motions, along with her breathy moans when she bottomed out on me, were pushing me well past the edge. She knew this and kissed me with every ounce of our shared desire as she quickened her pace to finish me off. She bundled herself into me as my pleasure ran it’s course through me and kissed my shoulders gently as my cum filled her.
We lay there for a few minutes, both spent. We laughed about needing water, but neither of us even tried to move for it. Eventually I nudged her to my side and got up to clean myself off. I looked back at Kay only to see her falling asleep, a look of exhausted contentment on her face.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dejzf/a_dark_and_stormy_night_my_place_mf