[M]y [F]irst Summer Fling: Part I, “First Date”

It’s January and although I now live and work in SoCal, I recently travelled back home to snowy, cold Pennsylvania where I was reminiscing about my favorite summer fling. It happened before Junior year of University. I was home for the summer working and saving money and met a girl on Craigslist. Yes, you read that right. 8 years ago, there was a scene on CL personals. People meeting up and dating. It wasn’t that weird. In fact, it was kind of cool because you could meet people online outside of your circles. At this time, OKC was really just getting started. Not sure about other dating sites. Alas, her name was *Mariana* — changed for anonymity. She was only 19. I was about to turn 21. It was June. Summer had just started. I was getting really tan and fit from playing so much tennis and swimming almost every day. Plus a trip to Florida with the family beforehand. And I was horny af. I had had my heart broken from my first GF two years previously, and had only dated one other girl in that time. Finally, with the new change of weather and distance and new memories, I was ready to get back out there— and frankly, feeling the heat—the need to meet someone and enjoy the summer with. Mariana had just finished her Freshman year, but was actually considering taking a year off to work for her Dad’s company, or transfer to a different school with a different major. I’m so glad we just happened to be surfing CL during that same week at the beginning of June. It’s crazy to think back on the serendipity of it all. It was the hottest, greatest, craziest sex of my life.

Her ad was cute, short, and had one photo. She described herself as curvy, which she was, but imo more petite that I expected in person. Maybe 5’1″, I towered over her at the movie theater line when we met up, being 6″1″. SHe had long brunette semi-curly hair that bounced a bit up and down when she walked up, wearing jeans and a red shirt, no purse. I was struck by her eyes. They were bright brown and big. And her porcelain skin was creamy, flawless, and strangely, a bit exotic. I asked her later about her last name which was interesting to me and she explained she was half-Syrian. Myself a German Irish, blonde hair blue eyed guy with shaggy hair, who often was mistaken for a Swedish exchange student, was definitely attracted to her voice, smile, and petiteness. In part because we contrasted so much. She had a round firm ass too and small but seemingly perky B-cup breasts judging by her shirt. I couldn’t help but notice walking into the dark theater.

We talked immediately, easily, and constantly, even talking before the credits rolled about politics and religion a litte, which we both were on the same page about interestingly. But the movie lights were dimming. 1.5 hours later, the longest 1.5 hours ever experience, we finally could continue the date. I honestly was so giddy and excited to get to know this girl. And I did’t try anything in the movie theater. I was very innocent in my attraction to her then and didn’t want to messed it up. We went to Starbucks near my parents house and walked around for a while talking about our families, interests, and at some point, I invited her back to my parents’ house to hang out. It was at this point probably 12 a.m. and thankfully, none of my family was up. I definitely wasn’t the type of guy to bring home girls on the first date. But during our walk around town, we had been playing truth or dare and I said I would save the dare for later maybe. She seems gamed so I knew I’d at least maybe play a bit that night. But the energy was really there and soon after we turned on a second movie, I quickly dared her to kiss me. She bit her full lip, and blushed a little bit, and then did. Our lips explored softly at first, but then my dominance came out a little bit more. I opened her lips and slid my tongue inside to explore hers.

Mariana greeted mine with pressure and leaned into my body as I pinned her against the couch with my own. “You taste so good, Mariana.” She smiled and we made out for another 5 minutes, hands exploring her waist and hers on my chest. She could probably feel my heart pounding, and pressing further into her stomach, no mistake I was throbbing hard. My cock is about 7″ long, and I get hard really easily. Especially when I was just 21 and hadn’t been with a girl in over 8 months. “Oh, Jack,” she said looking down at my pants bulge pressed against her flat, Middle-Eastern, petite body. “I want you, so fucking bad right now.” She giggled, and to my delight pressured my cock with her thigh. “I just don’t want to do it here.” She replied, “It’s your house. You tell me what you want.” I kissed her and took her hand, walking her back out the front door and into the back of my SUV parked further up the driveway. She followed me inside.

I was on her instantly. My lips crushed her. My cock, matching my heart beats frantic pounding found her hand, Which I pressed against it affirming her effect on me. “Mariana,” I whispered pecking down her neck. One hand on her hand on my cock. My other hand unhooking her bra. Hoisting her shirt above her head, and pulling them out. Her breasts in the moonlight—yes, it was actually a full moon—were these two twin lovely plump orbs of porcelain flesh with pink swollen nipples. She looked so incredible, her hair already mussed from the make-out sessions and shirt pulled over. She was breathing hard. I could see her breasts shake and move as I moved her hands to my belt to eventually, unsheathe my throbbing, veiny, circumsized, swollen-headed, white, manscaped, penis. She took it in her tiny hands and admired it like a good little girl. “Jack, it’s so big.” And before She could ask to put it in her mouth, I raised myself onto the back seat, took her head from the back and gently brought her face to my cock. Her mouth opened like she was thirsty, my beautiful, exotic, willing, submissive Craigslist date. My Middle Eastern, supple, petite, willing partner. She licked, sucked, throated, and kissed my red swelled penis head. She squeezed its big meaty shaft with her cream colored fingers, and melted my flesh with her swirling tongue. She was incredible. In fact, at one point, I pulled out and showed her all the precum that was leaking out of my head, letting the sticky transparent drops of Jupiter stick to her tongue and flood her taste buds with their warm tang.

Then, with my cock still in her mouth, I reached around and stuffed my fingers down her jeans. She was dripping. Soaked. I could feel what I had done immediately. As if I spit ten times all over her pussy. When I rubbed my middle finger’s tip against that lovely pearl of a clit, I could see her shake and moan. It was muffled under she took my cock out and said, “Jack, oh Jack.” She was naked now. I had pulled off her soaked panties and jeans. And all my clothes were still on. I undid my shirt though, because I wanted to show her my tan, almost-6 pack I was so proud of. She give me a hand-job as I finger-fucked her. Both of us moaning super fucking loud now in the back of my SUV. And I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to fuck her brains out. Me, a good innocent 21 year old guy who didn’t fuck around or do drugs or steal or anything. I wanted to melt my penis inside this little exotic flower and fill what must be a tight tiny wet warm to the touch pussy to the brim. I wanted to strike balls-deep into her so she felt my white cock in her tiny Syrian pussy and the pressure even in her stomach. I wanted to feel her tighten around my shaft and watch as I pulled out, as her pink walls clung to me. I did. Now, I didn’t have a condom. “But I just want to feel you for a minute. Just a minute.” She shook her head. “yes, Jack. yes, please, please.” She opened her legs and I clung to her hips. My cock’s head disappeared, pressure immediately on all sides of my nerves. She tensed. I writhed and quickly plunged inside with long slow rhythmic thrusts. “OH….OHHH…..” I gripped her waists. I felt her tremor. My penis tasted every fucking direction of that innocent little 19 year old cum sleeve. And then, After what seemed way too short I pulled out, not cumming.

We were both scared to get pregnant and so we stopped. It was at this point like 2 a.m. and I was also scared as fuck as being seen or heard by my parents or siblings. We kissed, dressed, and said goodnight. That was our first date. No orgasm for me. But it was going to me an un-fucking-believable summer with Mariana.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aiw7h1/my_first_summer_fling_part_i_first_date