She swallowed [MF]

I was a freshman. I was walking through the student union building. I saw a circle of jocks with their shoulders curled over like vultures hanging from a branch eyeing meat below. In the middle was Tanya.

Tanya was in my psych class. She’d catch me staring at her, but I’d catch her looking too. Her eyes were pale blue with dark outlines. She had a tall forehead. Her skin was so clear, it looked like alabaster. Her straight blonde hair made her glow white hot.

One day I took a short cut to the parking lot through the stadium. I was startled by Tanya’s voice. It was painful for me to be around girls I liked. She was in a sports team uniform. I saw her as something that emerged from a pool fully formed and untouched by wind, sun or dust. Her wrists and ankles looked too breakable to be involved with sports.

I asked her what was she waiting for. She said, “My roommate. I think she forgot to pick me up.” She pointed at two large duffle bags.

“It’s the whole crew’s outfits,” she said. “My turn to do laundry.” She shrugged and laughed.

I said, “I’ve got my car here, where do you live?”

She was really happy. “Would you do that? I’d love it — I can’t get home myself.”

I threw them over my shoulders and nodded the way with my head.

It was relaxing being able to talk with her without getting choked up and sputtering. We talked about being first year away from home. I told her I didn’t know anyone.

She said, “That explains a few things.”

I said, “What?”

She said, “Nothing,” and watched things passing outside her window. Finally she asked, “What school you come from?”

I told her I went to a Catholic school an hour away. She shot a glance over. Blonde strands of hair blew over her face. Her mouth curled up at its very ends.

When we got there, I lugged the bags in expecting to meet and need to say hello to people. But she went to a note on the counter. It was her friend. “Dinner in fridge,” it said. Nothing about picking up Tanya. “Guess she forgot.” No one was home.

She picked one bag off my shoulder and I let the other slide to the floor. “These are heavy!” she said. “You should have got me to carry one.”

“No way,” I said, “and admit my weakness?”

She laughed, throwing her head back, showing me her glinting white teeth. Her eyes stayed on mine. She asked if I was thirsty. I said water is good. As I drank it, she didn’t step back. She was closer than would be normal. I was nervous about when I finished. She reached her fingers around the back of my neck and nudged me down for a kiss.

“I just wanted to thank you,” she said.

I reached around her waist to that curve where it just begins to flare out to hips. I leaned in and we kissed longer. I put my other hand on her waist and turned her. Both her hands pushed into my hair. She smiled in a stoned kind of way and blew a puff of air through her perfect little nose and her eyes went closed like butterly wings.

Her tongue probed my mouth. My hand moved slowly up her body. There was no resistance.

We finally broke our kiss. “No one’s going to be home till after 6,” she said. I cupped her breast in my palm. She gripped my wrist in her tiny cool hand and said “Not here,” and tilted her head at the huge windows looking out to three other houses with big windows looking back.

She took me to the living room still dark with curtains closed. We sat on the couch. She put my hand back where it was, on her breast.

During the kiss I was able to see her thighs. The outfit she was wearing was a short white pleated skirt that rode up nearly high enough for me to see. She suddenly bolted up and struggled loose. “Wait right here, I forgot laundry.”

She came back wearing denim cut offs and a white top that billowed like a cloud around her. When she passed in front of the light from the kitchen, I could see her silhouette. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Come on,” she said, directing me back to the couch. She tucked her feet under her legs. “Do you have a lot of girlfriends?” she asked. I shrugged. “Not a lot of girls are allowed in, are they.” She tucked hair behind her ear.

“I got a lot of school,” I said. I wasn’t going to tell her I was deathly afraid of girls. Anyone would have laughed hard in my face for thinking a girl like Tanya was remotely near any league I belonged to.

“You’re a good kisser,” she said, sliding herself much closer to me. This time, she moaned inside our kiss.

I ran my fingertips around her exposed shoulder. Her head drooped forward. I drew them along the line to her neck, and back again. She said, “That feels nice.”

Her hand fell onto my leg. “Mmm,” she went, and “so good” she moaned as I rubbed. She moved her torso to help me reach both sides equally, straitening her chest up to me. Her hand rolled over on top of my crotch and she cupped it there, half way to an actual squeeze.

It grew of course. Her finger nails scratched along the length, snagging the denim. We kissed and said nothing while her fingers traced the outline. I moved so that my legs went down either side of her, and she faced me with legs down both my sides.

I meant only to fold down the waist of her unzipped cutoffs, but she lifted her hips to let me slip her shorts right off. She mimicked a cry and tugged at the waist of my jeans. I jumped up and ripped them off.

She undid the lace holding the neck of her top. Her arms went up and disappeared inside the billowing cloud. It fluffed drifted away. She sat with her arms crossed over her bare chest, looking at me like she did something wrong.

I pulled at her black panties. She evened things up. We got back into position, now naked.

I felt high. She wrapped her delicate cool hand tightly around my cock. She moaned when she pumped her fist. I found her pussy all wet and slippery. I slipped a finger inside her and she bit my neck.

I told her, “Stop,” but it was too late. My foot nerves twitched and I erupted. When I opened my eyes, tt was on her face, her breasts, and all over her stomach.

She ran away. I was mortified. But she came back cleaned up and she threw me a towel. We had to scrub the couch and rug too. We were on our hands and knees on the floor together. I toppled her over and crawled over top of her.

She said, “Have you done it before?”

I nodded yes.

She said, “I haven’t.” I spread her legs apart holding her tiny ankles in my hands.

“Do you want to?” I said.

She bit her bottom lip.

I kissed her knees. She clasped them together and wrapped her arms around her folded legs. I laid on my stomach and kissed what I could. She laughed and yelped and pulled her knees up tighter to her chest.

Her pussy was swollen. I licked. She yelped again and shot her legs down. They draped over my back. She covered her mouth. She said, “No!” and kicked her heels into my shoulders. But she didn’t push hard. I kissed her there the way we earlier kissed. “Oh my god,” she moaned.

She hid her face under both hands. She said “No” softly, but her legs opened at the same time. I licked her with the tip of my tongue. Her hips rose up off the floor. She stopped breathing and bit her arm. Her body went tense. She moaned long and deep. Without saying anything, she picker her clothes up and ran away.

A car pulled up. I called her. I heard her feet running. She shot a quick glance passing the living room. I got to the kitchen just as her roommate came in. Tanya blurted out, “Hey Sal, he helped me carry crew laundry home, it’s already washed and he’s helping me put it in the dryer.” She grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the basement.

She shoved wet uniforms in my arms and pointed to the dryer. Then she suddenly stopped and leaned on the washer. She said in a low voice, “I never let anyone do that before.”

I said nothing.

“I only ever made myself come like that,” she said. “No one . . . “ she paused.

“Gone down on you?” I asked.

“I don’t know why I let you.”

I shoved the clothes in the dryer. She stepped into me and threw her arms around my neck, stood on her toes, and kissed me.

“It was amazing,” she whispered into my ear.

“Shh,” she said. She leaned over to see up stairs and covered my mouth. She undid my jeans.

“Quickly,” she said, and dropped to her knees. She put the head of my cock in her mouth. She wrapped her hands around my back and bobbed her nose against my stomach. I whispered I was going to come. She took me out and looked around frantically. I closed my eyes, lost consciousness, and shot.

I felt the most warm and soft and wet feeling I’d ever imagined. It felt as though she had found silk or velvet soaked in hot water and wrapped it lightly and tightly around me, and squeezed in all directions at once. My knees buckled and blood left my head.

I resumed breathing just enough to grab my balance on the dryer. I opened my eyes and looked down. She still had me inside her mouth. I heard her swallow.

When she pulled off, I staggered nearly fell over. She marched me up the stairs and out the door of the kitchen without her roommate turning from the fridge. I made my way home.

I saw her the next day across the student union building again. I was already halfway to her and about to call her name when I saw her turn toward a tall, built athlete who handed her a plate of food. She smiled, kissed him, and took his hand. They walked slowly through the doors outside together to the grass. Her head leaned on his huge arm. I was too afraid to talk to her again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/co7a2u/she_swallowed_mf