[MF] Fiona, Part One [exhibition]

So, sequel to my last story. After my relationship with Chelsea finally, definitively brokeup, I had a one night stand with my friend, Alexis, who was married to my friend Brian. Then I went on a hardcore celibacy phase just to focus on myself. It was paying off in that I was working out more, getting ahead in my career, and building confidence. I was sharing an apartment with a roommate at the time. His name was Derek, and we got along fine, but sometimes I just needed to get out and have my own space, especially when his girlfriend, Elise was over. There was this local bar in my neighborhood, the Blue Star, that had good beer, chill clientele, and no TVs. It was a great place to kill an afternoon with just reading.

It was at the Blue Star on Sunday afternoon that I noticed this girl. I was sitting at the counter reading George RR Martin’s *A Dance With Dragons*. She showed up at a high top with Neal Stephenson’s *The Confusion*. The story of how we kept sneaking glances at each other over our books and eventually started talking is cute, but it’s a bit long, and you’re probably not here for that. Anyway, suffice to say that I’d keep showing up at the Blue Star on a Sunday for a beer and a bit of reading, and she’d “coincidentally” drop in too, and after a couple of weeks of flirty eye contact, we found ourselves sitting close enough to talk. I’d make some amusing remark about how Stephenson’s books would be much shorter if he just wasn’t so amused with myself, and she’d observe, “man, I gave up on Martin years ago. I stopped waiting for the next book to come out and now I forgot how many Stark kids there were. Like, good job on having a happy sex life, but, Jesus, Ned. Pull out sometimes. Think of your poor wife!”

We introduced ourselves. Her name was Fiona.

Petite, dark hair cut short, tanned skin. Her best feature were gorgeous green eyes that could go from serious to magical in 0 seconds flat. I found out later that she was a rock climber, and got a hint of it when she gave me a handshake that was no joke.

We kept this going for a couple of more weeks but now it was less reading and more talking. I found out that she hadn’t read any other Stephenson, so I suggested loaning her my copy of *The Diamond Age* and maybe we can go back to my apartment so I can hand it to her. She cooly kept eye contact and said, “I’m interested, but might need to wait until after I finish the Baroque Cycle.”

“oh, yeah, I get that.”

“But, hey, I know that sounds like a long time, but …” she said, leaning forward and putting her hand on mine, “… have you read the Dunk and Egg stories? They’re novellas that Martin wrote about Westeros and they’re actually kind of fun. There’s still treachery and politics, but it’s not as heavy or as vindictive as Ice and Fire.”

“Oooh, that does sound cool.”

“I have a couple of the anthologies at home if you want to check them out.”

Spoiler: neither of us had book loaning as our main priority.

Fiona lived in an apartment a few blocks away with two roommates who were sisters, Gen and Heather. We wound up hanging out with them for a bit, keeping up the pretense of just trading sci-fi and fantasy book recommendations. Then we ordered dinner takeout from a wings place, which was our excuse to go into Fiona’s room then share in some really saucy, messy chicken wings, which was a good excuse for me to start licking sauce off Fiona’s fingers.

Which means — cut to the point where we’re making out, and my hands are cupping Fiona’s face as I’m kissing her, while her own hands are busy undoing my belt and using that to pull my groin against hers. My cock’s responding to 18 months of celibacy, and it’s grinding against her skirt. Then we’re tumbling back onto her bed and my hands slip from her face to her shoulders to her waist and then underneath her t-shirt to feel the smooth flatness of her abs.

Her lips are sweet like cherries. Her breath is heavy and urgent. Her roommates are not very far away and Fiona’s trying really hard to be quiet. I lower my head and start tongueing her belly button, and savor the fact that she’s a bit ticklish there and then there’s her strong hands grasping my hair, raking my scalp, and I can hear that bitten lip whine as Fiona’s biting back a louder moan. My fingers move up and find the cups of her bra. Then Fiona’s raising herself up on her elbows to sit up so she can peel the rest of her t-shirt off and unclip her bra. Her breasts have a lovely, natural teardrop shape with upturned nipples and they look a little bigger against her slim, sculpted frame. I kiss my way up from her stomach to the valley of her breasts, along her collarbone and then down to a nipple as my hands cup her chest.

We spend a bit of time in foreplay, with me fondling her, as she takes her time kissing different places on me. She has a particularly extended amount of time going down on me, and almost apologizes for having a bit of an oral fixation, but I don’t mind. We try to 69 but it’s awkward because she’s a bit shorter than me, and instead I eventually push her off of me and give her a turn. Then I’m getting on top and I’m placing myself between her legs. She stops and asks me if I can put on a condom, and I nod and fish around in my jeans for one; while she pulls a strip of three of them from her nightstand, and leaves it in easy reach. I kind of raise my eyebrow and smirk at her.

“You’re expecting me to stay a while?”

“Why? You got somewhere else to be?”

God, she was hot.

I’ll always remember that Fiona’s first bed was fun because it was springy. Seriously almost trampoline like spring. I eventually found this position where I could just push her thighs up against my shoulder up so I could thrust down into the bed, slamming her downwards with my hips, and then letting the bed spring her back up into my cock. Eventually we could get a rhythm and it was like dribbling a basketball, except the ball was her pussy and my dick was doing the dribbling..

We tried doggystyle after that, but the bouncyness of the bed made it distracting to keep my balance. So we switched to me spooning her, with her upper leg hooked around my hip, so I could reach over and play with her clit to bring her off.

Then for the third round, we went back to missionary, and me bouncing her off her bed again. In between those rounds, we’d nerd out a bit on sci-fi and argue about whether this was a first date or not. It was getting kind of late, and I was making a motion to go and head back to my apartment, but Fiona just rolled her body on top of me and said, “could you stay? It’s nice to have someone to cuddle up with for the night. Don’t you miss that?”

I had to admit that this was pretty nice and it was hard to leave. However, I said to her, it was a Sunday and I did have to work tomorrow.

“Have you ever thought of calling in sick? Call it a mental health and wellness day? I don’t have to go to work until the afternoon. We could stretch this out a bit.”

I was about to say no, but then I realized, I actually could skip out. I was working for a consulting company and was in between projects, so I was spending most of my time taking training classes for a certification while sitting on the bench. Nobody would miss me or mind if I didn’t show up for a day.

“We’re going to need more condoms.” I said, eyeing the last one on the night table.

“How about if you stay over, I’ll go get my diaphragm and you can fuck me without one.”

“Umm … deal?”

My words get short when they’re being spoken by my dick.

“We should promise that we both get tested afterwards. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but if we’re going to do this on the regular, I need to be sure that you’re clean.”

“You … want to do this on the regular?”

“Don’t you? I’m having a pretty good time, but …”

“No, I want to see you again. It’s just … I’ve never slept with someone on a first date and it’s moving kind of fast.”

“Jeez, I’ve only known you for half a day and I already know that you like to overthink stuff. It’s adorable and it’s nice not being the only rational one in a couple, but seriously … take my advice.” She started kissing my jaw again as her fingers started stroking my cock, and she whispered in my ear, “just enjoy it. Let it happen.”

We used that last condom with her on top, riding me and letting me run my hands over those amazing tits of hers. I have to say, I was feeling pretty disoriented with how quickly this was also moving, but in the midst of it, I was falling for her pretty hard.

Next morning, I remembered getting up a bit early to tap out an email to my boss to let him know that I wasn’t going to make it in to work that day and wasn’t feeling well, then went back to bed. There were the sounds of her roommates heading out for their jobs, but I fell asleep again after hearing those doors close. Eventually it’s about 9am and there was a buzz outside of someone with a weed whacker, and that’s what woke me up.

My cock was stiff with morning wood, and it nestled really nicely in the valley of Fiona’s smooth, warm ass. I started slowly hotdogging it on her butt cheeks, and she slowly stirred and purred at me.

“Hold up,” she said sleepily, “my ass does not put out on the first date. But give me a moment and I can put that package of yours to other uses.”

She hopped out of bed, delightfully naked, and I loved looking at her in the morning light as she picked up our trash can full of used up condoms and then bounced out the door. There were noises in the kitchen then the bathroom, and I just sat up in bed, and played with my cock to keep it going while looking out the window. Fiona lived up on the third floor of a mid-rise apartment building, and her window overlooked a small row of houses with some pretty nice yards. There was a gardener working on one of them, wielding the weed whacker that woke us up.

Fiona came back in, crawled into bed and we started making out again.

“So,” I said, “you were saying something about my package?”

“Oh, yeah, lie back.”

She kept her eyes on me as she kissed her way down my body, and then slowly licked the sides and tip of my shaft. She let her tongue swirl around my head, and took a few more licks before saying, “I’m feeling impatient. I’ve had you pressed up against me all morning and I’ve just been wanting it.”

So she got up and started to straddle me, as I mentioned to her that I always had this fantasy. “Like, I just want to wake up with my partner sucking my cock and having their way with me.”

“You like that, huh?” she said as she rubbed her wet pussy lips against my shaft, “just being used and not even waiting to be asked for permission?”

“I like the idea that you just can’t help yourself. I mean, it’s just right there.”

“Well, keep that in mind for later. I may need a bit of time before I feel ready to pull that on you, but for now …”

She lowered herself just then, and sighed deeply as my cock entered her threshold. Bareback it felt amazing, and her pussy was warm, luscious, and eager.

“ohhh, yeahhhh,” she said, “that’s fucking iiiitttt.”

She looked gorgeous in the daylight and as I ran my hands up her body, I realized that she was also right in front of her window, where anyone can see.

“Do you want to close some blinds or something?”

“No,” she smiled, “does that bother you?”

“No, I just thought you might not want peeping toms.”

“Oh, you mean, like gardener guy?” Her eyes darted back out to the window as she rode me with this increasingly impish grin. “I don’t mind. He’s working hard out there. Maybe he could use the show, and I like being watched.”

“Does he see you?”

“I don’t think so. It’s kind of hard to see into these rooms with the glare of the glass. Maybe …”

Fiona stopped for a moment and reached over and opened the window. It made a bit of a sliding sound, and she smiled again as the outside breeze came in and washed over us. She started riding me again and just closed her eyes and sighed.

We fucked for a few minutes in that position before Fiona opened eyes again and looked over and said, “he’s coming over. It’s like he needs to trim this hedge, and … oh … he seems to be really taking his time.”

“Oh, you like that don’t you?”

“Yeahhhhh. I like it when he stares.” She started bucking her hips against me, almost bending my dick to rub against her anterior wall and hit her G-spot. “I like it when … oh, fuck, yes.”

“You like coming in front of other men? Of showing how much of a slut you are?”

“Not always, but times like this? … yeaaaaahhhh. Oh god, he’s putting down the weed whacker and … he’s looking right up at the window.”

“You want to put on a show?”

“What?”

I pushed her up off my cock and with my hands on her hips, I steered her to face the window, and got up behind her.

“Come on,” I whispered into her ear as I dragged my wet, hard cock along the cleft of her ass, “grab the window by the frame and show off those tits of yours.”

“Oh, yeah, please … please, fuck me.”

I could see over Fiona’s shoulder. The gardener wasn’t even working anymore. He just had this huge, silly grin on his face. I slid into her again and heard her moan deeply, as I filled her once more. Then I started pounding her from behind, holding her hips in both hands. Fiona was coming pretty constantly now, getting just insanely turned on by the combination of showing off, and me whispering into her ear.

“Do you think your roommates heard us last night? With your noisy bed and all of the fucking we were doing on it?”

“Oh, yes, God. We’re so … mMMH, MMH, UHH! Can’t help … Can’t … OH SHIT!”

Fiona, by this point, just went tense and started gripping the window for dear life as her pussy clenched around me in pulsing spasms. She stopped saying words and it was just grunts and squeals. I ran my hands over that smooth, firm, muscular back of hers then swept down to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples, which gave her another small earthquake. Then I started to feel that tingle of an approaching orgasm, and leaned into her as she rode out the last ripple of coming before I unleashed one more aftershock by erupting inside of her.

We were quiet for a moment, just catching our breaths, and then Fiona sagged and collapsed into bed, letting my cock slip out of her, as she passed out. I looked up and saw the gardener flashing me a thumbs up sign, and I just saluted him and closed the window and fell into bed with Fiona, who was now sweaty, sticky, and had a really happy, dopey grin on her.

As I lay next to her, she just curled up and put her arms around me and whispered, “I’m keeping you.”

We’d wind up dating for four years and there are other stories. More to come.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5wsy4u/mf_fiona_part_one_exhibition