[MF] A One Night Stand With A Girl I Met On Twitter (Part Three)

Part one is here for those who need to catch up. https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7cr7mk/mf_a_one_night_stand_with_a_girl_i_met_on_twitter/
While part two is here https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7cwa81/mf_a_one_night_stand_with_a_girl_i_met_on_twitter/

So this is the final part of the trilogy and may it be the ‘Return of the Jedi’ you were hoping for.

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We then cuddled as we caught our breath, both of our bodies a little sweaty. She then said that we’d best go and see her housemates or they’d wonder what was going on (as if they didn’t know). We got dressed and went into the living room, which happened to be the room next door, and I met her housemates, both girls. She made me jam on toast (it was a student house) which we ate and drank rum on the sofa while her housemates asked me a few questions about myself.
When I initially asked about visiting her, she’d mentioned that we’d be going out as it was a big student night in Manchester, I had no problem with that. We went back to her room to get changed, I’d brought a change of clothes, while she changed into a sexier dress and gave me her laptop to put on some music while she did her makeup. I remember putting on ‘R U Mine’ by Arctic Monkeys, which was a new release at the time. At this point I was very comfortable in her company. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and just kept squeezing her arse and chest through her dress, grinding against her and singing Arctic Monkeys into her ear as she tried to do her hair and apply lip gloss.

Of the two housemates one was single while the other had a boyfriend, who joined us at the house. The five of us left together and got the bus into the city, which was very cheap. We went to this place called Factory, I’ve no idea if it’s still there but I was told it used to be the Hacienda. The venue was packed out, played music that I loved and the drinks were dirt cheap (especially compared to where I live). We sat together as a group, I recall her friends saying how good we looked together and they took a picture of us. To this day I’ve never seen the picture.
I was alternating between beer and Red Bull for the rest of the night. I wanted the buzz but I also wanted to be alert and have the stamina for what I thought the rest of the night might have in store for me.

Eventually it seemed like the club might be dying off so we left. The housemate with the boyfriend went back to his place while we got back on the bus with the single housemate. The single housemate was rather worse for wear and she got off two stops early, presumably to throw up. My Twitter fling then had the biggest grin on her face for the rest of the bus ride.
“We’ve got the house to ourselves. When we get back I’m going to be loud.”
I couldn’t help but think what she was earlier.

We got off the bus and practically ran hand in hand back to her house. We got into her room and were ripping each other’s clothes off, I was lying naked on her bed, rock hard, while she was just in a pair of black knickers and was already sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow.
Then there was a loud knock at the front door. It was the single housemate who’d forgotten her key. Oh fuck.
Twitter girl went to open the front door in just her knickers, with one arm covering both tits (and believe me they were quite the handful). She said sorry (I presume for being naked) as she let in her housemate.
“It’s okay, have a good night guys.” Single housemate replied as she ran upstairs as quickly as she could. The bedroom door was wide open so I’m sure she must have caught a glimpse of me lying bollock naked on the bed with my pulsing shaft pointing north.

Twitter girl returned, blushing, and carried on giving me head. I think at this point I shifter her body round (side on, so she could continue sucking my cock) but so I could also finger her pussy. I recalled her telling me in previous DM’s that she’d bought a vibrator and asked if I could use it on her. She opened a bedside drawer full of condoms and handed me the vibrator. A little bullet (presumably all that Student Finance could afford) but fuck me, it was powerful. I began using the small but noisy beast on her clit. At this point she was moaning with a mouthful of my cock, this time louder than earlier (sorry housemate upstairs).
She went back to drawer for a condom, suited me up and climbed aboard for the first time. It felt amazing. She rode me like a jockey, I squeezed and slapped her arse, I sucked on her tits when they hit me in the face.
Her sexy demanding side came back when she climbed off and told me to do her doggy style. Again I was happy to oblige.

She bent over on all fours, I knelt behind her and slipped inside. Again, I was on a three year dry spell (and am halfway through another one as I type this) and I had a lot of frustration and aggression to take out on this girl. I pounded her as hard as I could. She howled like a banshee, my balls smacked against her clit and with every thrust of my hips she gradually slipped further forward. I remember her falling onto her front, my chest landed on her back while I continued pounding, half of her body was hanging off the bed. I pulled her back onto all fours but slipped back onto her front again.

Eventually she pushed me onto my back and said “I want to suck your cock again.” Well it’s my favourite thing so you won’t catch me saying no. She pulled the condom off, flung it across the room and resumed her position between my legs licking and sucking my shaft.
I moaned and my body trembled as she was in complete control of me.
“You really like this, don’t you.”
“I love it, I just wish I could take a picture.” Was my reply. I have no idea why I said that, it just came out of me. I panicked it might have killed the mood. I needn’t have worried.
She kneeled up, reached across to her desk where my phone was on charge, she unplugged it and handed it to me.
“Be my guest.” She said as she went back to what was seemingly her favourite thing.

I unlocked my phone, opened the camera and took three pictures. At this point her inner pornstar came out as it seemed like she was playing up to the camera, looking straight down the lens with my shaft in her mouth. My camera work was shoddy but they were a welcome reminder for some time afterwards.
I couldn’t take it much longer and for the second time I erupted into her mouth, it was my no means a huge load but her ‘mmm’s suggested she loved it.
“I always feel hard done by unless I finish with a mouthful of hot cum.” If I wasn’t so exhausted that line alone would have made me horny again.

I set my alarm for 8 (I had to be back at work the next afternoon) and we cuddled up. We stayed naked, taking it in turns to spoon each other. I played with her boobs, tweaked her nipples throughout the pillow talk. We both said how hot it was, how much we’d enjoyed it and that we were pleased we’d finally met up after all that build-up on Twitter. We fell asleep.

I think it was around 6 when I woke up with a raging hard-on and I shook her awake.
“Urgh, what time is it?” she said, half asleep.
“It’s fuck time!” I replied.
She sat up, grabbed another condom from the drawer, put it on me and then she climbed on top of me again. I swear this time she was even more fired up as she rode me faster and harder. I think the effects of alcohol in my body must have worn off as I came very prematurely. I’m talking within 30 seconds if that. She must have felt me fill the condom.
“Holy fuck! That was hot! She said as she climbed off. My cock was already flaccid and it practically fell out of her. It was a very brief second wind and I literally had nothing left to give.
We cuddled up again and fell straight to sleep.

The alarm went off at 8. She made me breakfast (more jam on toast) and while I ate we discussed the possibility of meeting up again (Mapping the Rendezvous, if you will). Her birthday was in May, if I remember rightly and I expressed interest in coming back to Manchester for it. It would have been less than two months away at that point, I said I’d take her out for dinner and then come back to hers and fuck her brains out.
At this point, in hindsight I realise I came on very strong, which I have a bad habit of doing, but in my head she was my girlfriend now, but that simply wasn’t the case.

We said our goodbyes and I drove back down south to Herfordshire, where I was living at the time. I washed all the sweat and juices off my body in the shower, my cock felt particularly dirty and sticky. I told my friends what happened (not in as much detail as this) and went to work but never stopped thinking about her.
Later that evening she asked if I could send her one of the pictures of her giving me head. ‘I want to have a photo of me enjoying one of my favourite hobbies’ was her exact DM. I was happy to send one across and asked if she could send me the picture her friend took of us in the nightclub. (In my head she was my girlfriend and although I never saw it, I thought it would be a great couple photo).
About 20 minutes later she replied saying that she had a great night but in her head it was a one-time thing and I seemed to have a different ideas.
She wasn’t wrong.
I closed the app. An hour later she asked me to reply. I don’t recall what I said but she elaborated that the date went well (the date she went on the afternoon before I fucked her) and she wanted to see where it led (they did date for a while afterwards), she confessed that I freaked her out that morning and she probably wouldn’t change her mind.

I was crushed.
Shortly after that she unfollowed me on Twitter and we haven’t spoken in five years. I was upset for a while and it’s nothing a pep talk from close friends couldn’t fix. In time I realised that our lives were going in different places, I ended up going to university in Middlesbrough, which isn’t that close to Manchester and I certainly couldn’t have afforded the trips if we had become a thing. Truth be told going to Middlesbrough was the best decision and I had my heart set on going there before this trip to see her anyway.

It took me some time, but I’m no longer bitter about the situation. I like to relive it from time to time because it’s still the best sex I’ve ever had and it was an amazing adventure. Truth be told it would probably not have been as good if we’d have met up again, but there’s a few things I’d have loved to do if we had done it one more time. She’d mentioned giving titty fucks in our DM’s but we never got to it that night. I’d also have loved to give her a facial. I don’t know if she was into that but it’s one of my biggest kinks and I’ve never given one in real life. I’ve never met anyone willing to let me.

When I was at uni I had a girlfriend for two and a half years and she never had that much of a sexual appetite. Even when that sex was at it’s very best, it was still nowhere near as good as the night in Manchester. Maybe subconsciously I resented my then girlfriend for not being as adventurous and horny as Twitter girl, but that was my problem, not hers.

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Thus concludes the story of the one night stand with a girl I met on Twitter (I shall forever be grateful for that silly app) and the best sex I’ve ever had.

I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, and I hope not too many readers were put off my three quite lengthy posts.
Thanks for reading, if, indeed, you still are.

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