An Interesting Adventure [FM]

[Alan was an interesting partner](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9cob1k/branching_out_fm/). We’d been friends since elementary school, and he had never given any indication that he had any kind of sexual interest in me. Yet every day like clockwork the entire week that Joe was gone, Alan would show up at 10 o’clock, fuck my brains into oblivion, then leave, usually without a word. I wasn’t complaining, of course. I’d set out to feel like a porn star, and Alan was fucking me like one daily, and unlike Joe, I had no worries that Alan viewed our arrangement as anything romantic. He was just there for the sex, which is why, on Friday of that Joe-free week, Alan showed up wanting to talk, not fuck. He even insisted we sit on the porch, to remove all temptation.

It wasn’t an easy conversation for him to start, especially since we’d said all of a dozen words to each other in several days. Alan explained that he’d come over that first day knowing what I was expecting because Joe hadn’t been as quiet as I’d thought about our encounters to him and Chris, the other member of our group of friends. Alan didn’t much care who was boning who, but Chris, a confirmed virgin, was jealous, doubly so when Alan told him, in the interest of full honesty, that he and I had been doing the deed for nearly a week. Chris, a highly sensative individual, could deal with two of his friends having sex, at least he wasn’t the odd man out. When he heard about me and Alan, though, he didn’t take it well. Alan laid down an ultimatum, making it perfectly clear that he wasn’t trying to pressure me, and he would support either choice I made. Either he could give me a ride over to see Chris to even the scales, or he couldn’t be with me anymore. Effective immediately. It was an odd sort of loyalty, and I almost thought he was joking, but he had nothing but deadly honesty in his eyes.

As much as I wish I could say I embraced the inner slut, I reluctantly said no. I would miss Alan’s skills, but Joe would be back in a couple days. I could last until then, and college was just a couple months away, where there was sure to be ample opportunities. My decision was nothing against Chris, but I wasn’t terribly flattered by the thought of using my pussy as a bargaining chip. Alan took the news well, just shrugging and asking if I still wanted to hang out. Having had my heart set on getting laid, I declined, and went back into the house to enjoy my time alone to the best of my ability. It was only a couple days until Joe got home.

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Joe came home…different. It was plain to see the first time we met up. He held himself differently, he dressed differently, and he refused to look me in the eye, as if he was ashamed of something. While off on vacation, he and his family had gone to a special sort of gathering, at which Joe had found, among other things, Jesus. I have nothing against born again Christians, but when I showed up with the intent of getting laid, and instead I got a tearful apology for having been an instrument for sin throughout the years, it’s enough to turn anyone off from religion. On the upside, he did allow me to pick through his collection of “sinful” possessions he was planning to get rid of, and I went home with a collection of RPG books, graphic novels, and movies that he’d decided were no longer befitting of his lifestyle. (I did say in a previous story that I have a nerdy streak a mile wide. I wasn’t kidding.) That, sadly, was how my summer with Joe ended, as he was far too busy getting right with Jesus to spend time with Chris, Alan, or especially sinful ol’ me. There were no hard feelings, but Joe made it plainly clear that, if I was looking for a good time, I should look elsewhere. So I was left with no realistic source of dick, and over a month before college. I resolved that my fingers could hold me over until the end of the summer.

I was wrong. Turns out, once you’re good and used to getting nailed to the mattress regularly, fingers just aren’t the same. A week came and went, and I was on edge. I felt like a cock addict, and withdrawals were setting in, big time. I was twitchy and irritable, and causing all kinds of concern with my parents, who wondered what had gotten into their good little girl. I had to repeatedly assure my mother that I was fine, I hadn’t gotten into anything bad (just a mild addiction to dick, though I’d never admit it), I was just stressed about the upcoming move to college, which seemed to satisfy her.

That Friday night, I settled in with my laptop, the hottest porn I’d managed to download off my parent’s computer, and my fingers (Being freshly 18 and without a car or a job, toys were a far flung fantasy for me). I was bound and determined to hit all the right buttons, play myself as only I knew how, and bring myself to a thunderous climax, the kind that would shake the rafters, wake my parents, satisfy all my sexual needs, and slake my thirst for dick until I went to college. I was good. I was EXCELLENT. I built it slow, stoked the fire, and over the course of an hour, treated myself to a hall of fame-worthy masturbatory experience, culminating in an orgasm so incredible, I had to bite my pillow to keep from alerting the neighbors.

The very next day, I called Chris. Not that I WANTED to, but the night before hadn’t satisfied me. It was never going to. After Alan ate me out, I wasn’t done for the day, I was always ready for the next round, so jilling it and then passing out was less a solution to my problem, and more a prelude to the inevitable. I didn’t tell Chris I was going to fuck him. In fact, I still held on to the idea that I was NOT going to become a pass around piece of ass with my first three conquests. My sincerest hope was that we would be able to discuss the situation, that he would see that him losing his virginity to me just because his other friends had fucked me would not be a satisfying first time, and that me not wanting to jump on his dick wasn’t personal, it was just a matter of personal pride. That was the plan. But nothing ever goes to plan, and deep down, I knew that. I even wore the hoodie that I wore my first time hooking up with both Joe and Alan. It was almost like my go to seductive attire, except that it was ratty and faded and should have been thrown away years earlier. (Incidentally, I still have it, and have gotten into heated arguments with boyfriends who have asked me to throw it away. It’s like a security blanket.) Under the hoodie, I wore a dark t-shirt, perhaps a bit too tight for the decidedly unsexy negotiations I was trying for, but I was vain and liked the way it framed my DD’s while keeping my stomach looking flat, so I made the sacrifice. Loose fitting jeans and sneakers that were well past their prime finished off the combo, with my red hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. Overall, it wasn’t a bad look for me, which would prove to be a tactical error, but you can’t blame a girl for going with what works.

My parents dropped me off at his house a little before noon on that Saturday. His parents worked odd hours, so I knew we’d be alone for however long whatever we ended up doing would take. When Chris answered the door, my whole plan changed. Chris was a doughy boy, there was no way around it. He was short, standing eye to eye with me at about 5’6”, and he carried a little extra fat everywhere. With messy brown hair and big, round, watery eyes, he perpetually looked like a kid a Christmas, and that look was turned up to eleven right at this exact moment. This was the look of a guy whose dreams were about to come true, and no matter how much I tried to force the first line of my script out, I couldn’t bring myself to dash his dreams. Chris was the baby of the group, not necessarily in age, but in temperament. We were all protective of him, Alan especially, who was like an older brother to him. I’d do anything to keep him from pain. So, rather than laying down some hard truth on him right out of the gate, as I had planned, I simply smiled and stepped inside. We made typical, friendly chit chat, though it was a fair bit more tense than usual with the looming specter of Chris’s lost virginity looming over the entire exchange. After several minutes of the usual pleasantries, Chris asked, in a shy voice, if I wanted to go up to his bedroom, not an unusual request, as everything we’d do at his house was crammed into his room, but his intent was clear. He was still really, truly dead set on getting laid today, and he was deeply hoping I wouldn’t say no.

So to his bedroom we went, a familiar sight, if just a bit more tidy than usual. We settled in on his futon in front of his TV and he put on a movie to ease the tension. We sat awkwardly, close but not touching, looking straight ahead at the screen, not making a sound. This lasted for over a half hour, one of the most uncomfortable half hours of my life, unsure of whether I should make a move or not. I decided that it would be up to him to strike the pace of the day, though I did remove my hoodie in the stuffy upstairs bedroom, just so I wouldn’t pass out. He must have been emboldened by my tiny amount of stripping, because not five minutes later, he timidly, gently rested a hand on my breast. I looked over at him and smiled, just to let him know it was okay, and he allowed his hand to roam over my tit, gently squeezing and exploring every bit of it. I scooted over so our legs were touching, and angled myself slightly towards him, offering up both tits to easy access. He eagerly planted another hand on my other boob and explored, completely forgetting about the movie, so I decided to blow his little mind even more by taking my shirt off. My bra was nothing sexy, straight off the Wal-Mart shelf and chosen for function rather than titillation, but the sight of a woman in a bra, in his room, for the first time, audibly took his breath away. I reached down to take it a step further while he was already in a daze, gently tracing my fingers over his crotch. He was already hard, and though he wasn’t long, he was comparable to Joe in that department at around five inches, by my own estimate, Chris had Joe beaten on girth. He wasn’t swinging a coke can between his legs by any means, but it was…impressive. More so than I expected from doughy little Chris, anyways. He was so entranced by my tits, he didn’t even notice me touching his dick. When he did, it was slowly, as he gently started humping at my hand. As I reached back and unclasped my bra, I remember thinking that, at this rate, I’d be able to fuck him without him even realizing anything had happened, he was so entranced by finally having his hands on a pair of tits. I thought he was going to cry when I actually pulled my bra off, giving his hands unimpeded access to my chest. He experimentally tweaked a nipple, which got a very positive reaction from me. I could see the wheels in his head turning as he tweaked the other one, gauging reactions, putting together combinations. Within a couple minutes, he had me as entranced as he was, just by playing with my tits.

He removed his hands, snapping me back to reality, to stand and unbutton his pants, unleashing his cock, swaying in the air. At full hardness, he appeared to be a hair longer than Joe, and just as thick as he’d felt through his pants. He stood, bashfully, as if to silently ask for my approval. I smiled and slid closer, leaning forward and taking him in my mouth. For a moment, I thought he was hyperventilating, he was so excited. I’d barely gotten the head into my mouth when his hips twitched forward, and in the blink of an eye, my nose was buried against his pelvis. I gagged, not fully prepared for the sudden invasion, and pulled back. He apologized profusely, trying to pull completely free, presumably to make sure I was okay, but I locked my lips, and by virtue of suction alone, kept his head from popping free. I planted a hand on each of his hips to keep him from lurching forward again, and I took my time to really make this first blowjob special, remembering my first time sucking a dick, and how quickly it had ended. I think it was on that futon in that stuffy room that I realized just how much I enjoy sucking dick, but that’s neither here nor there.

If anything, Chris got harder over the course of my slow, methodical fellatio, but he didn’t seem to be getting close to bursting. As I continued, I began rubbing myself through the unfastened fly of my jeans, getting my pussy ready for this girthy invader. When I finally let him fall from my mouth, the look on Chris’s face was priceless: a mix between supreme pleasure at what had happened, absolute peace at having finally having had it happen, and complete sorrow at it having ended. That last part morphed into total wonder when I leaned back, shimmied off my jeans and panties, and spread my legs for him, giving him his first view of my smooth shaven pussy. I gestured with a single finger for him to come to me, and he shuffled the couple feet over to where I’d come to a rest, propped against the arm of the futon. When he reached me, he just stood and stared, almost at a loss for what to do next. I leaned forward and gently took hold of his member, guiding it between my legs, and helping him directly to my opening. I locked eyes with him and nodded. And with that, Chris was a virgin no more.

He wasn’t as thick as Alan, and certainly nowhere near as skilled or eager, but Chris knew what to do. He pushed forward steadily until he was fully buried, letting out a long, slow breath as he savored the feelings, then he pulled back, and pushed it home more forcefully, then again. He didn’t fuck me, nothing that forceful or aggressive. He was steady and controlled, only his face betrayed the internal war he was fighting between the animal instinct to fuck, and the analytical side that wanted to observe and see just how everything was working and how to maximize my pleasure. After several minutes of experimenting, going faster, slower, angling to either side, before I finally grabbed his arms and begged him to stop experimenting and just enjoy himself. It had been too long since I’d gotten laid, I wasn’t in the mood to be teased, I just wanted him to use me. I told him to do what felt good to him, and I would enjoy it, too, words that he took to heart. He still didn’t FUCK me, per se, but he definitely surrendered more to instinct, ramming himself into me. Despite the extended amount of time he’d spent experimenting, and the lengthy blowjob before, and the fact that this was his first time, he still lasted quite a while, pounding away with his hands on my hips. Not that I was going anywhere, of course. I had my back against the armrest of the futon, which was fortunately padded. Had it not been for that layer of padding, the force with which Chris was thrusting could have caused serious discomfort, but instead, I was floating on a sexual high, riding the waves of pleasure with every thrust. At that moment, I couldn’t remember why I had resisted the idea of having sex with Chris.

He came without warning. No labored breathing, no twitching cock, no irregular thrusts. He just buried himself and filled me, a wave of warmth spreading through me. I didn’t get off, but I was immensely satisfied. Chris stayed buried until he was truly spent, then gently removed himself, plopping down on the futon. I grabbed a handful of tissues from beside the futon and began cleaning myself before sitting up and pecking Chris on the cheek. I got up and took the familiar route to his bathroom, down the hall (though doing it naked was definitely new). When I returned after I finished cleaning up, Chris was still sitting where I’d left him, staring at the television, though clearly lost in thought. I asked if he was okay, and he nodded. I sat next to him, my head on his shoulder, watching the movie. Quietly, he asked if we could do it again. I told him I would be happy to go again sometime, as it had been fun, but I wanted to give him some time to recover, and didn’t expect to go again today. To my surprise, though, at the prospect of going again, Chris was rapidly rising to the occasion, coming back to full hardness in no time. I looked at it, then up at him. He just smiled meekly at me. Well, we did have a few more hours before his parents got home…

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