The minute Jess said, “you’re such a nice guy” I thought about telling her “oh, yeah?” and then bending her over, ripping her pants off and fucking her from behind. Blame her for being both condescending and hot, and blame me for being a horny bastard. Together with my old college roommate, Dylan, who I was visiting in his home state of Delaware (from New England), we were hanging out on the back patio of a bar with Sarah, his current fuck buddy, two of her friends including Jess, and a table full of guys my old roommate had gone to high school with. I was “a nice guy” because I warned Jess before she sat down on a chair that had a puddle on it, and then dragged over a dry chair for her from another table. She was a brunette about the same height as me (5’9), with b cups, and an average body made lust-worthy by the way her jeans hugged her thighs and shaped her firm, round ass.
The rainy night was winding to an end and Dylan, Sarah, another one of his friends, Freddy, and Jess were talking about going back to my roommate’s house to smoke and hang out. Jess, who had shown up late to our hangout and thus was completely sober, offered to drive us all back to our friend’s place (Uber wasn’t a thing in that area but we had taken a taxi there). After the five of us had piled into the car, including Freddy, who was sort of meathead but a decent enough drinking buddy, sitting in the front seat next to Jess, Jess asked if anybody had a charger she could borrow because she wanted to play her music but had forgotten hers at home. After fumbling through my jacket and offering mine, she looked at me in her rearview mirror and smiled.
“Isn’t he so nice?” she said.
“Yeah, only if it’s not his turn to do the dishes,” Dylan reached around Sarah to punch me on the arm. Now it’s important to mention at this point that Sarah was slutty in a free-spirited way.
She placed her hand on my thigh and reassured my roommate, “I think she’s right, he’s way nicer than you.” She looked over to me and while she was kind of skinny, she had a cute face with low hanging bangs. More importantly, she had a stop-and-stare bubble ass that I’d seen the bottom cheeks of when she bent over one of the bars we had been to. I wouldn’t voluntarily flirt with my friend’s hookup, but holy shit I had a boner from that point onward in the ride.
I liked my roommate’s friend but he was a little obnoxious, and more than a little drunk, especially when telling Jess what exit she should take off the highway. I was distracted by how warm Sarah felt next to me, so I didn’t exactly hear what was said, but Jess suddenly got pissed off. “I know exactly what I’m doing, I’d prefer if you don’t scream at me and tell me what to do,” she said.
“I’m not screaming!” Fred yelled, and, yeah, it was one of those silly fights. Now while I was considering the idea of getting laid, my goal that night was to hang out with my old friend and pass out on his luxurious basement couch. Seeing Jess all pissed off didn’t ruin my night, but at that point I figured the only way I was going to see her naked was when I closed my eyes and tuned into my imagination before bed.
The argument thankfully didn’t escalate, and soon we were pulling into Dylan’s driveway. While Jess parked, Dylan started tickling Sarah, who, in her attempt to escape him, pretty much crawled onto my law, her bare ass beneath her dress rubbing against my crotch, her body pressed against my chest as Dylan tickled her. “I will run home if you keep that up,” she said to him, and she definitely felt my hard cock beneath my jeans. She seemed to grind ever so slightly against me, which admittedly could have just been a result of my suddenly eager imagination. She was slow getting off me, and as Jess parked and Dylan went out his door, Sarah crawled across the backseat to get out of the car, the bottom half of her incredibly jiggly ass.
We gathered on Dylan’s porch to smoke a bowl. Jess, whose bowl we were going to smoke, sat on the loveseat and I plopped myself down next to her. Dylan and Sarah sat on the top porch step while Fred sat between us four. I offered to shine my phone light while Jess packed the bowl and again she said, “Ugh, you are so nice” and that was the last straw. I was going to embarrass myself. If we were alone together even for a minute I was going to say, “so you want to see just how nice I am?” or something corny like that. Best case scenario she laughed, and maybe blew me. Worst case I was a little creepy, but appropriate or not, I figured she had it coming by talking to me like that. Her calling me nice almost felt offensive, if not like an outright challenge.
We passed around the bowl and talked, with Jess and I initiating most of the conversation about what it was like where we lived, how our roommates were, and what we did for work. Now, Jess had calmed down about Fred being a dick during the car ride, but every time he said something I moved the conversation back toward Jess, not outright ignoring him but asking her opinion on everything he said. During this time, Sarah and Dylan were whispering to one another on the porch and we all knew it would only be a matter of time before they took off. To my surprise, Fred was the first to go, saying he was tired and as he left he lightly patted my arm, out of sight from Jess. I’d later find out he sobered up and made his first noble move since I met him.
Dylan and Sarah were still there on the porch, and I knew the only thing that could cockblock you more was a woman worried about being slutty in front of her friend. Sarah obviously didn’t care how she looked, but I couldn’t go and assume Jess was the same way.
Jess and I continued to talk about where we wanted to take our careers and how we liked travelling, you know, small talk and such, and at one point Jess’s eyes went wide and she giggled. I turned and her and Sarah had somehow signaled something to one another.
“What?” I asked, looking back at Sarah.
She shook her head and smiled. “Nothing,” she grinned again. I got back to talking with Jess and a few minutes later Sarah and Dylan disappeared into the house. Now it’s important to note here that Dylan lived with his parents. He had the basement to himself, with a private bedroom in the basement. With Fred also sleeping in the basement proper and Sarah and Dylan occupying the bedroom, we couldn’t exactly move ourselves inside to join them.
“Awkward,” I said once Sarah and Dylan left, and Jess laughed. Here we were, alone. She didn’t seem uncomfortable, if anything she was a little quiet. We’d talked so much that the weed had worn off, and I offered to re-pack the bowl.
“Did I mention you’re such a nice guy?” She said again, AGAIN, and something about it was like she was talking down to me, like she didn’t think anything of me and was patting me on the back like I was some little kid she’d previously thought would be rude or difficult. Fuck it, we could always watch tv in the basement on separate ends of the couch while Fred snored between us and Sarah and Dylan finished up.
“Would I still be a nice guy if I grabbed you and kissed you?” I said, and, to be honest, time hasn’t made that line any less cringey. Jess grinned immediately, her head leaning toward me ever so slightly, and I made my move.
I mashed my lips against hers and suddenly our hands were all over each other. The loveseat was perfect for us by not being too creaky as we made out, my hands running along her legs, taking my time before I reached around and squeezed both her ass cheeks, pulling her against me as she moaned. Her hand trailed down my chest, rubbing across my cock. Crossing the line between reality and casual fantasy was always a surprise, the way she moved and moaned was so much more aggressive than her demeanor had given away.
While it had rained, it was still late spring and Dylan’s porch had a nice enclose over the top. We took off our jackets before falling back into each other’s embrace. I squeezed her tits, reaching up under her shirt to grab her bra, my fingers digging around to her breasts.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, and something about that question coming before we had even stripped each other down turned me into a filthy, horny animal. I told her I did, lifting her shirt up to pull it off.
“Maybe we should go to your car?” I suggested, but she was already pulling at my shirt. I lifted it off and she was unzipping my pants. Her bra had come off and I pushed her hands back and grabbed her tits, they were bigger and rounder than they had appeared with her shirt on. I pushed her back onto the loveseat. We both paused, giggling quietly as we pulled our shoes off (there’s never not an awkward way to do that) and as soon as her boots were gone I pulled off her pants instead. The moment her bare thighs met the dim porch light and I saw her black thong my hard cock nearly burst through my jeans. I quickly slipped out of my pants into my boxers and forced myself on top of her. Her legs wrapped around me as she scooted down into the seat. I began fingering her mercilessly, dipping my hand down the front of her thong, making out with her as I rubbed her clit, changing my tempo from slow and focused to sporadic, matching our tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths.
“We should be quick before they get back,” Jess said and this was why I wanted to go to her car. I was in no position to argue, though, as I pulled her panties off and dove into her pussy. She was completely shaved, my face not encountering a single bit of stubble as I dug my tongue into her, going for the tried and true letters of the alphabet. “Fuck me,” she said before I could even get to H, and while I was pretty confident about getting somebody off with my oral skills, my greedy hard cock was all too happy for me to pull back.
The condom sucked but it was a pretty decent Trojan brand. They never sucked too bad for me when my dick was as hard as it was in that moment, and the condom was hardly on for a moment before I plunged it into her pussy, sliding right up to the hilt of my cock. Jess gasped as I began to pound into her, her hands clasping around my neck, her body perfectly fitted to angle of the loveseat. With one foot on the floor I had more than enough leverage to consistently thrust my entire cock into her. We soon slipped from a passionate embrace to me grabbing both her hips and driving myself in and out of her wet slit, her moans drowning out the distant crickets and night birds.
My leg began to cramp but Jess started tensing up, she was about to come from missionary alone and I couldn’t stop. My own orgasm hovered at the back of my frenzy but I held off. I wanted to see her delicious ass presented to me in doggystyle first, it would almost be as bad as not fucking her if we didn’t make it to my favorite position.
“Fuck,” Jess groaned just as she started to cum, her pussy clamping down on my cock and making those thoughts of blowing my load even more irresistible. I gave her a few more pumps before pulling out and telling her to get on all fours. I regained a bit more composure over my urge to come as she tried to position herself in the best way that gave me access to her fit ass that seemed even more perfect when she leaned over the back of the loveseat, scooting her legs out almost to the very edge of the seat. Standing, I leaned back and slid my cock into her. The sight of it, even in the dim lighting of the porch, makes me wish more than anything that I had a picture of how hot it looked with her pussy enveloping half my cock, her ass arched and her cheeks spread. I began pounding into her, going from gripping her hip with one hand to holding her steady with both as I thrust myself into her as deep as possible. Over and over her ass clapped against me, and I kept slowing my pace, just watching my cock draw in and out of her. I fit so perfectly, her ass was arched just right and I had the perfect amount of leverage. My balls were tightening, my crock growing thick and burdened with the urge to come. And then, through the closest window, I saw Dylan’s mom in the kitchen, getting a class of water.
“Shit,” I crouched low over Jess. From the way she was arched over the loveseat she spotted Dylan’s mom too. Now, at this point I was still buried inside her, slowly pushing in and out, still fucking her as our whispers trembled with pleasure. Dylan’s mom turned, and the glare of the interior lights and porch light were enough to mask us.
“Oh,” Jess gasped, turning around, my cock sliding out of her as she ducked down in the loveseat. I did the same, peering over the side of the seat to watch Dylan’s mom slowly walk back to the stairs and head back to her bedroom.
The condom was kind of bunched up after that and I asked Jess if she could finish me off with her mouth. “Let’s hurry,” she said, and I was on board, ripping the condom off. She stayed on the loveseat, laying on her side as I stuck my dick into her mouth and thrust in slightly. She began bobbing her head, and her mouth was so wet and slobbery, her lips forming just enough pressure around my shaft and the engorged head of my cock. I could feel the faint edge of her teeth as I stuck nearly my whole cock into her mouth. If anything the light tingling from her teeth made it feel better. I started matching the bobbing of her head with every thrust of my cock, the urge to come slowly returning to my cock, and as I grew harder and her mouth and the pressure from her sucking grew even tighter, my own burning desire to cum came back. Suddenly, I saw Sarah wandering through the kitchen, having come up through the out of sight basement door.
“Shit, Sarah’s in the kitchen,” I moaned, somehow speaking clearly enough that Jess understood me as she stopped. My cock was pulsing though, my balls tightening, and there was no going back, I was seconds away from bursting.
“Fuck, suck it quick, suck it quick,” I moaned and she was startled, her mouth opening as I grabbed my cock and started jerking off, pushing the tip of my dick toward her mouth, cum erupting out of me and splashing across her lips, getting all over her chin before she could take me fully in her mouth and literally drain out the last couple spurts. I’d held my breath until she took me in her mouth, finally moaning as I released everything I had left in me. Jess swallowed, and quick thinking, I offered her one of the loveseat’s cushions to wipe her mouth on (sorry, Dylan’s parents.)
Sarah didn’t come to check on us for another five minutes, giving us plenty of time to get most of our clothes back on before she found us. Evidentially, Dylan’s mom had texted him asking how many people were out on the porch, but as far as I know she never did learn what happened.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cvsaxk/this_girl_kept_calling_me_a_nice_guy_so_i_fucked
That was so hot!
Hate being called nice guys!
Dylan’s mom knew.
Guys. Being nice to women isn’t a bad thing, ok? Don’t be a shit head.