This one is quite a long setup. I’ve marked where the sex part begins below if that’s all you’re interested in.
Melanie and I had attended several of the same parties, but hardly knew each other as we otherwise were largely in different social circles. Up until this point, she was little more than “the chubby chick with the really nice tits”. She was overweight, but not morbidly so. She had gorgeous eyes and a smile that could light up a room. But her tits…..OMG, her tits were incredible. There are some women who are overweight and have enormous boobs that are little more than useless excess squishy fat that they wouldn’t have if they were normal weight. And there are some women who have nice, firm boobs that they would retain even if they dropped the weight. Melanie was one of the latter. *(I would have further proof of this about 20 years later when we briefly hooked up again, but that’s a story I’ll share later.)*
The couple that were hosting this party had recently split up. The boyfriend was no longer living there, and the girlfriend was celebrating her new found freedom by hooking up with another guy at the party. This party was the first party where Melanie and I had gotten into conversation that lasted longer than a passing “Hello”. We were sitting on the couch drinking some beers and things were looking very, very good. Talking was turning into flirting, and it was pretty obvious where this conversation was going.
This is when the host’s ex-boyfriend showed up. Now keep in mind, his ex-girlfriend is currently getting drilled by another guy in the bedroom. But for some reason, the ex-boyfriend gets in *my* face, and accuses me of being the one his ex-girlfriend was cheating on him with. Now there’s a number of problems here. One is I’m currently half-drunk. But even sober, being accused of doing something I didn’t do is a pet peeve of mine that immediately sets me off. Third, he was interrupting my attempts at hooking up with Melanie. So I am now in this guy’s face, and things are starting to escalate quickly. Side note. I’m about 5’4″, and weighed about 130 at the time. The guy I’m arguing with was about 5’6″ and not much heavier.
With that being said, apparently I had said or done something that concerned John, another partygoer. John was concerned that we were going to end up in a fistfight that would lead to the cops showing up. John was about 6’2 and easily 250 lbs. John decided that the best way of handling this situation was to spear me Roman Reigns style and give the other guy the opportunity to leave. I end up flying ass-end over tea-kettle. I am now on the floor, ribs in severe pain. I am down for the count. Any desire to fight has quickly evaporated.
The host of the party and the guy she was hooking up with never left their room. I’m not sure if they ever realized anything happened.
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I was helped by John and Melanie into the spare bedroom. I do not remember being moved in there. I barely remember being tackled. I do not remember anything after that. Don’t know if it was because of the beer, possibly a concussion from hitting the floor, whatever. I just remember waking up the next morning. My ribs were sore as hell. I spent a few moments trying to gather my thoughts, figuring out where I was. How I got there. What happened. Then I noticed that laying next to me was Melanie. Still had her jeans on, but was completely topless. I was fully clothed. I do not know if anything sexual happened the night before, but I think she just happened to crash and decided to sleep topless. Obviously a signal that she was still cool with hooking up.
She wakes up and looks at me, saying “Hey baby!” in a low, sexy voice. I didn’t respond right away, and that seemed to irritate her a bit. I didn’t want to ask “did we fuck?” or anything like that. So I just said “hey. sorry, still trying to get my head on straight.”. She said “It’s OK. You OK?” “Yeah”, I replied. So we just kinda laid there for a few minutes, which I spent mostly staring at her tits, which were even nicer than I thought they were. Easily DDD, if not larger. Pink, smooth areolas that were larger than silver dollars. To this day, I can honestly say I have never seen a nicer set of tits in my life. And I watch a *lot* of porn.
So we begin kissing deeply. She rolls on top of me and I’ve got my hands massaging her tits as we kiss. I try to nudge her off me a bit as her weight isn’t doing my ribcage any favors. This results in her undoing my pants and proceeding to give me what is easily the best head I have ever received. How I did not spontaneously blow my load in her mouth can only be explained as divine intervention. She didn’t blow me for very long, which I consider both a blessing and a curse — she was a master of oral sex and I really didn’t want her to stop, but if she’d have kept going much longer, I’d have came all over the place. With my eyes firmly rolled in the back of my head, I didn’t notice that she had removed her own pants while going down on me.
She slides back on top of me, and we’re back to kissing as I play with her tits. This time, though, she slides on top of my and my dick easily slips inside her. We quickly settle into a slow rhythm, but after a while my side starts to hurt, so we switch over to missionary. I’m back inside her and just as we start to get back into the slow rhythm, she wraps her legs around mine, grabs my ass, and pulls me as deep into her as I can go. Her pussy starts milking me for all its worth, and it’s only a few seconds before I come inside her as well.
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Some people just have that sexual chemistry between them. We were two of those people, and we could easily get the other one off with little effort. The problem was that for all the sexual chemistry we had in the bedroom, we had absolutely nothing that could make an actual relationship work. We couldn’t stand each other as a couple, but couldn’t deny how good we were in bed. This ended up leading to an FWB type of situation that went on and off for about 4 years; basically, if we were both single, we’d hook up for a night or two, remember why we couldn’t stand each other outside of the bedroom, then not talk for months. Rinse and repeat over and over. Eventually, we’d both meet other people, get married, have kids, get divorced….and then 20 years later, through the wonders of Facebook, do this all over again. Of course, 20 years of experience goes a long, long way. I’ll share that story later. :D
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bzfptc/partying_and_fighting_and_sex_oh_my_mf