I always had a thing for this guy in my church when I was in middle school. I was 12 and he was 13 when we became friends, though I think we knew of each other before that.
He’s half Filipino like me and I remember liking him a lot because he had long black hair like mine. One night after church I realised I had a crush on him. Then later that week I had a dream where we had baby making sex in our Youth Group room. Next morning my panties were soaked. He was pretty much my first wet dream.
Well, to skip all the details of our childhood friendship… I used to be super chubby back then but he never condemned me for it when we were kids. We were good friends for a while until high school hit. He and I went to different schools, but the same church still. He grew further and further away from me and I got more and more obsessed with him. I remember it got so bad that I masturbated to him in a family Christmas pic his step mom sent me in the mail. So, eventually Junior year I confessed my feelings for him. He got weirded out and never spoke to me again. I felt pretty dumb and embarrassed, but I eventually moved on because he did some shitty things to me and some other people, anyway.
Seven years later he runs into me on Tinder. I thought he still hated me, but turns out his stepmom (who I still talked to) convinced him to look me up I guess. He was visiting our homestate (he moved to the south a few years back).
I had lost weight over the years (still curvy not obese) and he said I looked like a hot pinup girl. He himself got more attractive and I couldn’t resist the idea of having my first wet dream finally fucking me. So, we talked for a month and then decided I’d go down to visit for Valentine’s Day.
I was freaking out when he picked me up from the airport. Guess I was that nervous.
First night at his house, I was so worked up he gave me some wine to drink to cool my nerves. He made me take off my lingerie and we made out for a while as he fingered my clit. Then I felt his dick slip in. He was bigger than I thought (he thought it was funny that he lied about it being small?).
I remember he said “Hey, ____?” And I whispered yea?
“We’re finally having sex.”
I just kept moaning, even though that was probably the most surreal moment of my life. He then announced he was going to cum. I told him to do it as deep as possible. He pounded me so hard I had to hold onto the bedpost. When he pulled out his cock his cum was really watery and messy. It was leaking out for a while. I distinctly remember two streams running down my ass. He kissed me on the forehead and passed out although I was up all night wanting more.
Next morning I shyly rode him, blushing the entire time as he smacked my ass. Throughout the week he came in my pussy twice every time (sex seven times within 4 days). He’s a quiet, reserved guy but I remember he fucked me so hard one morning he was grunting. His groans of pleasure made my cunt so sloppy wet. His cock got all white creamy from my pussy. He came and I never felt anything so warm and deep like his creampie. I was quivering from how good it felt. I love feeling cum flow out of me. He pushed his cock back in and asked me to squeeze tight. I’m really good with my kegels so when I did it he laughed out loud in surprised at how tight my pussy grip was.
After our last dinner date, I saw all our cum stains on the sheet before bed and couldn’t believe how much there was. I never got that wet for anyone.
Went back home after our little fuck fest and long story short he’s still the same douchebag from my childhood. He dumped me without warning and got a new girl.
Although I’m over him now sometimes I ask myself was it really worth all that trouble getting creampied by a guy you thought you’d never get fucked by?
Even if not sometimes I masturbate to the real feeling of his load leaking out of me. The memory of it never fails to make me gush with cum. I just want to high five my horny middle school self and tell her wet dreams do cum true lol
P.s. not pregnant because BC ??
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vpb00/f_10_years_later_my_middle_school_crush_creampies
Sometimes the aftermath makes you feel like shit, but at least you have the memory. I dated a girl I went to junior high school prom with about ten years later, and the sex was mind blowing. The relationship itself was a train wreck, but I’ve got memories, so all in all, not bad.