I’ve always liked driving. There’s something about hitting the open road with a full tank of gas that’s freeing. Some people prefer getting to the destination immediately, and enjoying their time in the destination as much as possible. That’s why I’ve written this story in a way to appeal to both audiences. This is a pick your own adventure — you can go down the long, windy drive with beautiful scenery to build up the story, or skip ahead to the destination. The language is probably too verbose, and I describe things with too much detail. Hopefully that will come in “handy” when you’re hoping to cum. Enjoy the ride or skip ahead, the option is yours. See you on the other side.
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THE DRIVE
After a long summer, the first day had finally arrived! I gave myself an unofficial tour of the huge campus in the morning, trying to find my classrooms for that night. My dream school had waitlisted me, saying I could take night classes with them until the spring, when I would enroll full-time. I was annoyed, but I had swallowed my pride in the name of education. This school gave me the best shot at attending medical school, and that was the true dream. The night classes were from 3pm-9pm most days… I’d just have to suck it up for 4 months.
I looked down at my legs; my calves were tired after walking around all day. The campus was huge — I later used a bike to get around. I was also hungry, both in my stomach and in my head. My hormones were raging at the sudden influx of pretty girls. Everywhere I looked, I felt like I was seeing a new girl I wanted to fall in love with, another new girl I wanted to fuck. I felt like I was in an sea of attractive, single women. I’d like to tell you that I was a stud and fucked the first girl I was attracted to (I did), but that seems a little crass for the introduction, seeing as how it took months for me to grow the balls and do it. I was more of a large, persistent tuna instead of a shark. That might seem self-deprecating, but a good tuna makes some of the most delicious sushi and tuna salad. I like to think I’m the best tuna out there. I’m 5’10, of Middle Eastern descent, and have an average 5″ cock (reddit size 13″). Average in most ways except for my full lips and hazel eyes. In middle eastern culture, that’s a big deal.
Anyway, back to school:
Calculus at 3pm might be the worst option for a night class. I was ready for a nap before the professor even started talking. Despite that, I found a reason to stay awake: Rachel. Her long, silky black hair framed a friendly face. Her small, 5’1 Asian frame housed a disproportionately large ass; bigger than any I’d seen on an Asian girl. Enough blood finally came back to the head on my shoulders to remind me to look (or stare) at the rest of her body. Everything was barely contained in her high waisted jeans and black tee. I was jealous of the way her shirt hugged her torso, especially her small tits. She filled out an A cup and her ass ate panties for breakfast. That’s all that mattered for my horny teenage brain. I could easily imagine grabbing those tiny handfuls while ramming into her from behind. Sweet little Rachel. I daydreamed many times about turning her into my muse while the professor droned on about the syllabus and review of basic concepts. I barely heard any of it.
Calculus finished, and I went to my next class: Roman Mythology at 6pm. As the teacher talked about herself, I found myself looking at Rachel again. Wow! She’s in this class too. I decided I’ll have to talk to her at some point. There’s too much potential here, and I don’t have the time to be the nerdy loser who doesn’t say anything to a pretty girl. Some other tuna would snatch her up, right? The teacher dismissed us and I walked over to her as she packed up, summoning some courage.
“Hey,” I said, before I could talk myself out of it. “I thought I’d introduce myself before we leave. I’m Adam.”
“Hi! Didn’t I see you in my last class?” She rummaged through her backpack.
“Yeah, I’m taking Calculus too. What’s your name…?”
That was the humble beginning.
As I got to know her over the next few days, I realized she wasn’t used to turning heads. She was cute, but she was quiet, shy, and timid. Just my type. The type of girl that needs glasses, but she’s too self-conscious to wear them. The type of girl that has an awkward geeky teenager behind the woman she was turning into. Her past was complicated and mysterious; she was so interesting. Her cadence pulled me in and her laugh was adorable — I loved the way her eyes and nose crinkled at our professor’s jokes. Everything about her was new and exciting.
Remember how I said I was falling in love with half the girls I saw on campus? Well… Maybe Rachel was a girl to love instead of a girl to fuck. I decided to figure out which thing I wanted.
Over the next few weeks, I found out Rachel was also interested in medicine. Since we had both been waitlisted at our university, we were both taking evening classes for a semester to make up for it. We both liked The Last Airbender and enjoyed the same taste in hobbies. The similarities grew the more we talked. We set up our schedules together for the following term and talked endlessly on AIM. The conversation was easy, polite, and sometimes awkward. I was a stupid 18yo kid, and I hesitated with everything. I didn’t know how to flirt or make a move. I joked about everything, and she laughed constantly, even at my bad jokes. It was… nice. Music in an otherwise quiet room. I can’t put my finger on it, but it just felt right.
After a long three weeks, I finally worked up the courage to officially ask her out. It was so much more nerve-wracking than just talking to her, especially since she would be the first girl I dated (late bloomer, like her). I’m happy to say my fear was for nothing. We had been eating lunch one-on-one most days, and she said it was easy to say “yes” since we’d basically already been on lunch dates. Still. Three letters are so much better than two. We did those stupid college dates in the beginning: froyo after class, a movie and dinner, more lunch dates in the student union. If I was oblivious to the dating norms, Rachel was simply clueless. We were both new to this, two teenagers stumbling around lust and affection. Too young to understand love, but old enough to try. And that was enough. We tried.
I remember looking online and expanding my horizons over the following months — we had picnics watching the sunset, I took her stargazing, we went hiking. The dates were getting better. On a cold autumn night, we held hands and shared our first kiss in the school’s parking lot, next to her car. She initiated it after I kept asking why she was looking at my lips. I probably used too much tongue, and the buzz of parking lights isn’t exactly romantic, but we were two kids enjoying each other’s company. The imperfect kiss was perfect. Her shy smile afterwards melted my heart. I looked down to my feet and realized that somewhere along the way… I fell for her before I even knew it.
I was in teenage love. Completely smitten. Fuck.
Eventually, my brain caught up and I remembered I could choose to lose my virginity to a person I loved. Rachel was that person. We had a conversation about it, but danced around the details a lot. She finally admitted to being a virgin too. Damn. I was hoping one of us would have some experience, but I wasn’t going to complain. It was exciting to think I’d be taking her virginity too. I went back to the internet, thinking I’d find the answers on how to make a move hidden somewhere in a series of 1’s and 0’s. No such luck though — there are no wikihows on putting a penis into the vagina. Maybe I should write an article on it… lmao. At the time, I figured I’d just “wait for the right moment,” because it would be easy to figure it out when it came. I know, I know. A cop out. But I didn’t know what else to do. I really liked this chick and I wanted to do things the right way, whatever the hell that means.
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THE DESTINATION
A few days after our first kiss, Rachel invited me to her parents’ place for a movie during the day. Her parents both worked during the morning, and calculus was at 3, so we’d have a chance to hang without parental supervision. Now, I may be stupid sometimes, but I’m proud to say this wasn’t one of those times. The gears started turning in my head, and I realized she liked me the same way I liked her, and maybe she was inviting me over to be… intimate. It was now or never. I steeled my resolve as I knocked on Rachel’s door some 30 minutes later. I entered her house and was greeted with Buddhist statues, incense, and jade. I marveled at the culture but stayed silent. You can’t fuck a girl if you ask her ignorant questions. Those questions could come later.
I sat down on the sofa and set up the movie while Rachel made popcorn. She ended up snuggling next to me after chewing on popcorn for a while. I savored the moment before I did what any horny teenager would do: I started a tickle fight. Every teenager knows that a tickle fight leads to that longing look of lust from a new girlfriend. That’s what all the movies teach us! But the expectation that things would unfold similarly to the movies was wrong. Movies aren’t always like reality; sometimes reality is better. The anticipation is better.
I was winning the tickle fight easily; eventually I pinned her to the sofa and I was tickling her mercilessly. I realized it was on me to turn this flirty. My hands crawled up her sides, toward her bra. It was probably agonizing for her because I was shy and reluctant to do anything. Eventually, I snaked my fingers underneath the bra. I know I was near her nipple, but I pretended not to notice the softness of her skin, the flushing in her face. I went back down to her stomach to keep her laughing, and repeated this two or three times — the details are lost in my memories. Eventually, I accidentally brushed up against her right nipple. It was sensual to have touched the dark pencil eraser hiding underneath her shirt. I felt a rush and smiled wickedly.
“ADAM!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re so close… to my…….. I want… it. Tickle me again, there….. I want you.”
“Are you asking me to touch your nipple or to do more?” I wanted the consent.
“Yes… err, both. Let’s see where it goes,” she said. Her face was getting red.
“Okay…I want you too.” I kissed her.
It was probably long overdue. I probably missed loads of clues, I probably fucked up somewhere, but there it was. Out in the open. And now the lust came. I pulled off her t-shirt without breaking the kiss for more than a few seconds. I rubbed her over the bra, eventually looking down. The black underwear was barely holding anything, but it was so sexy to see her with so little on, and the black contrasted beautifully against the paleness of her skin. I fumbled with her bra for a minute before she asked if I needed help. I shamefully said yes, but it was worth it. A second later, I saw my first breasts. Her nipples capped her breasts beautifully. Perfectly soft and kissable. I couldn’t shake the feeling of licking them, so I let my inhibitions down and made them wet with my saliva.
Her nipples were so quick to harden that it stunned me. I blew cold air on them after licking, like I’d seen in a porno. She giggled and asked why I did that. Her giggling erupted into laughter when I explained the reason, and my laughter eventually joined hers. I looked back down when our laughs turned into smiles… hungry. There were two little moles on her left breast, right underneath the areola. Click, saved that for the spank bank. I got off the sofa and took off my shirt; she took off her jeans, shimmying awkwardly on the sofa. I unbuckled my pants and stripped down in a hurry. She seemed so confident in her panties, beckoning me over onto the sofa with her index finger. Fucking hell. Her body exuded sexiness and there was a wicked smirk on her face now too. The shy Asian girl from Calculus was gone, my muse was here now. I couldn’t believe the fantasy was now reality; my hormones were about to be fed. I savored the moment and went on autopilot, getting on top of her.
I rubbed at her clothed pussy and prayed it felt good. Judging by her quiet, breathy moans, it did. Before I knew it, her wetness met my fingers. She asked to get on top of me because she wanted to control how it went in. She said she was worried about her tightness. My mind was over the moon at the thought of losing my virginity to a tight pussy. We eagerly shifted positions. She got on top of me, her eyes lingering on mine. Her hair formed a curtain around my face and I saw her eyes dart downward towards my member. I looked her over body too. Her mostly naked form, shiny from sweat and my saliva, was like a painting I wanted to stare at forever. I couldn’t believe this was happening. We were both so horny, and the thoughts started getting less coherent as she started grinding her hips into mine. She moved slowly, eventually pulling her panties to the side. Her bare inner lips kissed the tip of my cock. Wet. Warm. Sexy. She looked me in the eyes again, and I honestly don’t remember what came next. I think I closed my eyes and leaned back. I was in ecstasy. It felt fucking amazing and I didn’t want it to stop.
Eventually I regained some sense and I rubbed my hands everywhere — her thighs, her stomach, her tits. I pinched her nipples, and when she leaned over, we kissed while she continue to grind along the shaft of my dick. She moaned into my mouth as she built up some speed. I felt like a god, but she was in control, so maybe it was the other way around. She was the goddess and— no. We were both just two people, horny for each other. I sat up so I could get a better view from the side. The way her torso moved was fucking amazing. She was salsa dancing in bed, her hips gyrating. I was practically begging her to put me inside. I kissed her nipples again. Bit them. She moaned aloud this time… Things were getting heavy. The room was stifling.
“You wanna go to the bedroom?”
“…Yeah.”
I lifted her off the sofa and carried her to the stairs before deciding it would be safer to walk up. The view of her ass was amazing, even better than the first time I saw her in class. She was clearly teasing me with her walk — the womanly sexiness in the sway of her hips drove me wild. I squeezed her ass to show my appreciation and stopped her once, wrapping my arms around her torso. I kissed her neck from behind. She later told me that the back of her neck was one of her most erogenous zones, and the kissing, licking, and biting drove her nuts.
I let her go so she could finish climbing the stairs, but I was on her again at the top, pushing her into the wall. We were kissing frantically — sometimes she led, sometimes I did. She rubbed her hands through my hair, and I kissed the space between her neck and her chest, near her clavicle. The moans told me she really liked that. I rubbed her pussy and led her towards the bed, pushing her backwards. Her body was so warm under my fingers. Her breath was hot at my ear. I loved hearing her whisper my name. I liked how I kept interrupting her thoughts by pressing my hands to her clit. I asked her for some dirty talk and she told me how she wanted me inside her. I hissed a reply about filling her up. I pushed her onto the bed and I came down to her pussy, getting ready to lick it, but she stopped me. It was too intimate for her. I slowed down, saying, “I understand… we can wait for that.” I got on top of her instead and thrusted my cock along her pussy, rubbing from the opening, to the hood that covered her clit, and up more. My balls rubbing against her. After a few minutes of this, I asked her again, “Are you sure about this? Do you want to lose your virginity?”
She paused for a long moment, thinking. One… two… three. It was too long. Finally, “No, I don’t. I don’t want to have sex just yet…. I really like you, but I’m just not ready. Is that okay?”
My heart sank, but I was glad I asked. “Absolutely. Let’s wait.” I rolled over and laid down next to her, our chests rising and falling heavily. After a pause, I heard her mumble something.
“What was that?” I asked.
She paused again. “I still want to cum. Can you help me cum?”
Fuck, yes. She asked me to finger her. I went too fast in the beginning; the stimulation was too much for her. She asked me to slow down, and to start from the outside. I rubbed small circles around her clit, I ran my fingers between her labia and inner lips. I kept my fingers slick with my own spit, enjoying the feel of her. It was easy once I understood what I was supposed to do. This wasn’t a race, it was a marathon. I went horizontal, up, down, slowly, quickly. I used one finger, two fingers, my thumb. I was exploring and trying to figure out what she liked. As I built up the tension, she asked me to put a finger inside her, so I used my other hand to do that. The first hand still on her clit, and the other inside her. I watched her breathing quicken, her breasts moving up and down. She asked me to move in and out, slowly at first, and build. I experimented with speeds of both rubbing and fingering, eventually using the thumb of my right hard to tease her clit while the fingers pushed inward. “Please, Adam, make me cum.” The other hand roamed the rest of her body.
I eventually figured out that Rachel liked it when I pressed downwards inside of her. She also liked when I pulled the come hither move. Her moans were getting louder, her breathing was frantic and ragged. “Cum for me baby.” After 5 minutes of building up speed, she half whispered, half moaned, “I’m cumming!” Her hips bucked and her thighs jiggled. Her back arched as she let out one final, loud, yelp to signal her orgasm. I bit her nipple on the way up to meet her face. I kissed her. It was so intimate, seeing her cum for the first time. I looked at her eyes and just watched her. Her face was flushed, but she looked so content, her mouth open, and breathing shallow, quick breaths. She shot me a glance and I knew that I’d done the right things. The smile that crept across her lips was beautiful. She kissed me again, thanking me for the orgasm.
I told her that I was falling for her.
She kissed me harder. “Me too. Let’s talk about it later, though. It’s your turn,” she said. “I’m going to make you cum.”
She did, but that’s a story for part 2. It might be a few weeks, since medical school is crazy right now. I’ll tag it with Rachel and Adam. Keep your eyes peeled.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/90s1aj/the_driving_tuna_mf_rachel_and_adam_part_1