He didn’t know. [FM]

His name is John and he’s older than me. He’s tall, handsome, lean and he smells of cigarettes and beer. When I first meet him, I can’t stop staring. I try to play it cool.

He’s into punk rock, and I’m more the classic rock kinda girl. We spend an evening discussing the greatest hits of the 70’s. He’s impressed someone my age knows so much about that time. I tell him it’s not hard to learn.

We hit it off and become friends. I’m a petite, 21 year old girl. I have long, dark hair that reaches just inches above my waist. I’m slim and quiet. He’s a 29 year old man with a killer smile.

Months go by and we always flirt but nothing ever happens. We like each other’s company but we both have baggages from prevous relationships. He sucks at them, and I suck too.

He doesn’t know about my virginity. Not at that moment. He doesn’t even think I’m a virgin considering how sexual I seem to be. I have given blowjobs and did a whole lot of touching and grabbing with ex-boyfriends, but for some reason I never wanted to lose my virginity to them. I don’t know why. It’s not because of love since I don’t think that matters at all. But I am sexual, like I said, I sometimes call off work just so I can spend the day in bed, spreading my legs and touching myself, driving myself crazy.

So that’s my secret and I carry it with me whenever I’m around him.

I’m at his place one day, this rundown flat in London, because he’s got a vinyl collection and I want to see it. We’re drinking and laughing and The Clash is our soundtrack.

It happens before I have time to think. I inch closer to him while he’s speaking, and he stops, his blue eyes scan my face and he kisses me. His stubble scratches my skin and I love it. It’s not a sweet firts kiss. It’s hard, full of want, his tongue on mine, his right hand on the back of my neck, his left one on my waist as I climb on top of him so I can enjoy it better. We’re on the floor, there’s a mess of vinyls and books around us, but it doesn’t matter. I feel comfortable, I feel like he’s the best place I could ever fall asleep on. We come up for air, both panting, my cheeks are red because that’s what happens when I’m excited, and we kiss again, this time slower, sweeter, kinder. I grind my hips and feel him getting hard and I’m geting wet and I know I should tell him, I know that’s the moment to stop and say I’m a virgin, but I can’t even speak.

He drags his lips across my skin, trails down my neck as I throw my head back. I feel his teeth on my skin, biting and then sucking, leaving his mark. The hand on my waist goes down to grab my ass. I feel him better now. He’s rock hard and grunting every time I move my hips.

He takes off my shirt, throws it across the room. The weather is not that bad, but it’s cold, and yet I feel hot, I feel so hot, so full of a warm longing.

I’m not wearing a bra and he takes a moment to appreciate my breasts. They’re big, perky. I’ve always admired them myself while standing naked in front of a mirror. There’s this feeling of pride when he sucks on one of them, taking his time before switching to the other, making me moan and wish for more.

When he’s done, my nipples are hard and I’m shaking, antecipation building up in my system. I take off his tie, unbutton his white shirt, leave his torso exposed and then readjust myself, get off his lap while he spreads his legs to make room for me. I’m on my knees in front of him, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.

He’s big, at least bigger than my exes, and uncircumcised. Heavy, hot and smooth when I hold it in my hands. He’s looking at me and I’m doing my best to ignore him for a while, focusing only on his cock. I hold it and lick a hard stripe on the underside from base to the head, and he lets out a small moan in the form a sigh which only encourages me. I repeat the motion on all sides, getting his cock slippery with my saliva so I can stroke him better. I start gently, slowly and with a firm grip. And when his mouth hangs open, that’s when I start sucking him.

I don’t take all of him at first. I keep my hand on his shaft and close my lips around the head, moving my head up and down together with my hand. He moan, clenches his jaw and I finally look right into his eyes. That’s when I see him lose it, throw his head back as I drop my head and take his entire cock in my mouth. I let it slide as far as I can, almost feel him at the back of my throat. My eyes water as I gag and move my head back, let him escape my mouth. My lips are swollen and red and he tilts his head to the side while looking at me, brushes my hair out of face, tucks a strand behind my ear. “Sweetheart,” he says. He always calls me that. He has a habit of calling girls ‘love’, but I’m always the sweetheart. I’ve always been the sweetheart.

I smile and go down on him again. This time I hollow my cheeks so there’s more friction, and I let him slide my mouth but I don’t hold him there. My head’s bobbing up and down in devotion, his fingers get tangled in my hair as he helps me with the rhythm.

And then it’s too much. His breathing is a little ragged and I know he’s holding back from thrusting. He tells me that’s it’s okay, to come up to him and so I stop. He smiles, grabs my arms and pulls me in for a kiss.

That simple act turns me on so much. I know a couple of men who flat out refuse to kiss a woman after she goes down on him, and so for John to kiss me this hard after I had his cock in my mouth is nothing short of heavenly. I feel like I can trust him.

He gets on top of me as I lay on my back and takes off my pants, leaving me only in white cotton panties. I’m so eager I can barely wait. He smirks, his hand right on my pussy, his middle finger rubbing me through the fabric of my underwear. I’m so wet, I’m so read, I’m so into this my head is spinning. I can’t help closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling.

Then he stops and hooks his fingers on the waistband of my panties and pulls them down, slowly. Once again he stares, appreciates. My pussy is smooth, waxed, my lips are small and rosy. I like it. I have always been fascinated by it.

He gives me one look before positioning his head between my legs and eating me out. He’s perfect. I mean it. He plays with me, teases, his tongue on my wet entrance and then he licks me up, all the way to my clit and that’s where he keeps his attention, swirls hin tongue around it, flicks it, sucks it–he leaves me shaking and screaming, and I’m so close I warn him, I tell him I’m gonna come and he stops, like a mean bastard he grins and I whine at him like a lost little pet. He kisses me once more, spreads my legs and holds his cock by the base.

That’s when I get a little anxious. I don’t want this to stop, I don’t want this to end, and I can’t find my voice once again. So I do the only thing I can think of: I bring him down with me and he gets the hint, places his left arm under me so he can hold me and adjusts himself with his right hand.

I feel the head of his cock near my entrance and before I have time to think, he slides inside. I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes shut, but I still let a pained moan escape. It’s not the blinding pain I expected it to be, but it stings like hell for a while. He apologizes, thinking he was way too rough, and I shake my head. He starts moving, all gentle and careful, and little by little the pain starts to disappear. I’m amazed at how quickly it goes even though it still stings, but I start feeling good, that friction and the sensation of being completely full, of having his cock inside me completely–all of that just takes over. I start to move too, shyly, trying to match his rhythm and he takes that as a hint to really start thrusting and that’s when things get really good. I start moaning right into his ear, I wrap my legs around his waist and beg for him. I don’t exactly know what to say at that moment, I’m mesmerized. It feels amazing, and the way he’s pouding into me leaves me breathless.

I know it won’t last much longer. We were both on edge just minutes before this, but I can’t help myself, I can’t help digging my nails into his back, I can’t help screaming. I never had an orgasm from penetration before. He starts to lose control of his rhytm, his forehead is on mine, I’m lost into his blue eyes, mouth hanging open, and when he quickens the pace, that’s when I feel it, when that wave of pleasure hits me and I start clenching around him. I manage to tell him I’m close and he gives me a kiss, nods, tells me to come. “Please sweetheart’ is what he says and I melt and come, squeezing tight around him, making him grunt.

Maybe it’s naive of me, irresponsible even, but I tell him to come inside me. I’m on the pill and he knows, and I trust him enough, so I ask him to come inside me and he does, pumps in and out of me and then buries himself within me, coming hard, filling my pussy up with his seed.

We stay quiet for a few moments, just trying to regain our breaths. He gives me a hard kiss before slipping out of me and sitting up. That’s when we notice it. The blood.

I freeze as he touches me to be sure. My blood on his hands. He looks at me perplexed, and I know he’s wondering if maybe I’m on my period and forgot to tell him, but I know that the way I’m looking at him gives me away.

I feel like I’m in a movie with the way he manages to blurt out ‘You were…’ and then lose the power of speech right there. Big fat tears are forming in my eyes because I’m scared he’s going to bail or get mad or something, but he just pulls me to him, kisses me again, kisses me so hard I lose track of time, his hands cupping my face, staining my cheek with my own blood and we don’t care, we don’t mind.

He hugs me and keeps me in his arm. He takes care of me afterwards. We hop in the shower together and I’m sore and he’s sweet.

–

We’re still together. Since that day I have had many ‘firsts’ and I don’t mind sharing them in the future, but we’ll see. I have no idea what posessed me to post here today but it felt good to share.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7sh279/he_didnt_know_fm