Sympathy Blowjob [FM]

So like up to now everything I’ve posted has been some weird power dynamic or some internal conflict. But today I’m just going to tell you about the time I blew a guy at a party because I felt bad for him. Because sometimes you just do something and it isn’t dripping with subtext, it’s just a slutty thing you did.

This was during my freshman year of college. I lived at home but spent a lot of nights in dorm rooms of friends of mine, especially after we went out drinking, and there were plenty of chances to just go to parties, hang out, that kind of thing. I was enjoying that part of life, being a pseudo-adult, all of that.

So I was at a party my soon-to-be-sorority was hosting. There was this guy there, average guy, nothing particularly noteworthy. I’m very flirty when I drink and I’d definitely been drinking. Note that “flirty” doesn’t automatically mean “horny”, I just like the flirting part; it can escalate from there but it doesn’t have to.

So there’s this guy and he’s not ugly. That’s my standard at this point in the evening. And I’m flirting with him, touching his arm, making the little fuck-me eyes, and it just isn’t going anywhere. Which is irritating, because I like to think of myself as reasonably attractive and I like to imagine that I’m sort of desirable. Even if I’m irritating and drunk I like to think you’d give me a little bit of time.

So now it’s a challenge, and I keep at it. Touching his arm, playing with my hair, asking him about him, asking if he thought my outfit was nice, all of it. And finally he tells me, “Look, you’re cute, but my girlfriend just dumped me and I kind of just want to be left alone.”

Of course, in my head, I didn’t hear this as a BOUNDARY so much as I heard it as a CHALLENGE. I’d never even met this guy before, but now I had it in my head that I was going to redeem all of womankind to him or something. So instead of taking his hint I start being MORE aggressive. Aggressive to the point where I flat out proposition him. “You know what you need? You need a blowjob to get her off your mind.”

This logic was logic he apparently agreed with, because he took me up on it. We went upstairs to an unused room, locked the door…neither of us got undressed, I just got on my knees, took him in my mouth, and did what I do. He wasn’t hard at first, and I got to have that amazing feeling of a cock stiffening in my mouth, responding to me…it’s really my favorite part of giving a blowjob. I remember that he wasn’t anything all that memorable; it wasn’t the best cock I ever sucked, it wasn’t the kinkiest thing ever. He didn’t make me cum eighty times, he didn’t actually even touch me. Hell, I honestly only know his first name (Hi Steve!). But I still did it, and enjoyed it, because it made him feel good. Why I would care about making a stranger feel good is really the question.

He came and I swallowed some accidentally before just pulling away. I didn’t gulp his cum or lick it off him or anything, I just got him a towel and wiped him off. It wasn’t even really the best blowjob I ever gave.

For him, though, it didn’t matter. I saw him on campus a few times but we never actually talked again, and I didn’t really plan on making a thing out of it. I just sucked his dick because I felt bad for him. And yeah, I was drunk, but it wasn’t like I woke up the next day full of regret; I honestly didn’t even really think about it.

That’s probably the subtext. This guy didn’t care about me and I was still willing to suck his dick, and I expected nothing in return except that he feel better about himself when I was done, which seemed to happen. I was the right girl at the right time…by which I mean I was a mouth to get off in while he imagined I was some other girl.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9pm7cq/sympathy_blowjob_fm