[MF] Staining the couch

In my early 20s, I was totally friend-zoned by one of the only females in my group of high school friends.

She developed from the gangly, brace-faced band girl into the sorority girl that paid tuition by stripping. She always joked that she was a stick-figure with tits, and she was right. I remember her in a [bikini](http://imgur.com/a/MXE0L) would have great hip bones, a perfect mound, and amazing tits, plus a smile that lit up the room.

Once we hit 21, we would hit the local bars, and we would wing man for each other. She would talk me up to chicks, I would give her a “safe base” when flirting with guys.

One night, after a night of drinking, I asked “How come we never hooked up?”

“Well, I’ve thought about it a bunch. You have a great looking cock, but it would be weird.” (I was the guy that would get naked and run through a party.)

“I guess so, but I don’t want to date you anymore. You’re cool, but let’s be fair: you’re a crazy girlfriend.” I had crushed on her hard when I was still a virgin in college, and she had broken my heart when she was dating/sleeping around. I had truly moved on from thinking she was “the one”, but I always wanted to pound her out.

“Well, maybe one night it will happen”, she smiled at me.

Weeks went by, with more of the same. One night, she told me that she had ended things with the guy she had been dating for the past few weeks. I could tell she was playing it off as “no big deal”, but it did seem rough for her.

Instead of going out, we hung at her parents’ house. Made some spaghetti, got high, and watched Pixar movies. At one point, we were sharing a blanket, and she leaned into me.

I loved the smell of her perfume, and my hands starting rubbing her back. She cooed, and leaned into me more. I could see down her t-shirt to see she was bra-less (she was so perky, she didn’t need one), and I started to get hard.

One of my hands started playing with the waist-band of her sweatpants, to test her reaction. Nothing happened. I slid my hand into her pants, and her legs opened a bit. Her pussy mound was warm under panties, and I started tracing a finger over the seams.

I finally slid my fingers into her panties, and I felt smooth skin, which got me harder and encouraged me. My fingers lightly traced her slit, then slid in. She moaned, and leaned back into me while spreading her legs more, giving me better access. My other hand went under her shirt to start playing with her breasts. Her nipples got hard, and she kept squirming.

My fingers were going back and forth between rubbing her clit, and then sliding back into her for extra moisture. I moved my hand from her breasts, and pulled her hand on my crotch. She could feel my hard cock through my sweat pants, and started rubbing.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight,” I told her. “You’re going to cum on my face, and then I’m going to pound you.” Oh, the vocab of a 21-year-old.

She didn’t say anything, but kept bucking her hips as I played her wet pussy.

I got from underneath her, and laid her back on the couch. I started kissing her, and she passionately kissed me back. With better positioning, I was able to get my fingers fully in her, working up to 3-fingers. I pulled off her sweatpants and panties in one move. She had a beautiful innie of a pussy, and I dove in to taste it.

She was very clean tasting, with almost no smell or taste. I was a little disappointed, because I love the smell of sex, but her moans were enough to keep me happy.

This was still early in my sex experience, so I thought you ate pussy like in porn. It was a mess, but she seemed to like it. I kept working a finger in her, making the “come here” motion, while furiously licking her slit. I felt some light pulses of her vaginal muscles, which was her organism.

“Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me hard.”

I was shocked how quickly my dick was balls deep in her. She was a load moaner/screamer.

Because of the crack in the couch cushions, I was hitting her at a new angle that was insane. I was putting my body weight into each thrust, trying to bruise her liver.

“Fuck me, I’m cumming. Oh god.”

I couldn’t hold back, and I was going to cum, too.

I felt her squeeze, and she screamed “Steve!” That was it for me. Since I wasn’t wearing a condom, I was worried about pregnancy (I knew she wasn’t on BC). I pulled out, shot one rope on her pussy, and then next 3 on to the couch.

She started rubbing her clit like a mad woman, until I saw her abs contract, and her face contort into a look of pure pleasure.

“I knew I had another one in there. Fuck, I needed that.”

We cleaned-up the couch, but there was a noticeable wet spot from her juices and my load. We spent the night in her bed, cuddling, and I left before her parents got home the next day.

For the next few weeks, we would fuck if we struck out at the bar, or were just lazy. Our friends knew, but didn’t say anything at the time. Finally, it was time to go back to school, and that was the last of our sex.

I almost lost it laughing when I was at her house over Christmas break, and saw her mother flipping a couch cushion before the neighborhood party started.

“I don’t know what spilled on the couch, but I can’t get rid of that stain.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5un982/mf_staining_the_couch