**This is my first time posting/writing here. I noticed I use different tenses throughout the story. Sowwy. And yeah, it’s a little vanilla and probably has some irrelevant information, but, hey, I’m not making you read it! If you want to nevermind the cringey back story and get to sex, scroll down to the bold *HEHE*
(Names and locations have been changed for privacy. Duh.)
This happened a couple months ago:
I was a teenager – a freshman in college the first time my eyes met hers. It was my first crush. I legitimately had never crushed on a girl before I met Taylor that spring night. I was too oblivious in high school to get any sort of action from girls. Not to mention the focus on perfecting my nonconformist ‘punk rock’ look probably didn’t catch any girls’ attention in my overgrown southern suburban town. But I didn’t really mind. I was too scared to have sex. Anyway, Taylor and I met at a party around the time I was stepping outside of my shell. That night happened so quickly. After my friend group briefly met hers, I remember her grabbing my arm and leading me to the dance floor. She moved her body like a fucking goddess. I couldn’t believe it. My dick was rock hard. Taylor felt it. She positioned her ass so it was pressing the tip of my dick. Ever so slightly she moved her ass in a circular motion, just enough friction to get my toes to curl and grab her hips tighter. The whole time, my inexperienced self is thinking, “I gotta kiss her. She’ll want to, right? Duuuude. I mean, yeah? Right?” I turn her shoulders around and lock lips with her. The kiss didn’t last long but…..yep, that’s when my feelings developed. That was the night of many more to come spent I fantasizing about fucking her.
The rest of the semester we continued to hangout. We would have some intense make-out sessions and deep conversations but that was it. I was so naïve and sheltered I had no idea she wanted to have sex with me.
To save some time, children, I’ll fast forward past a rather uneventful summer break, [filled with the occasional back-n-forth snapchat (we lived in different states)] and a couple of weeks into the following fall semester…. Taylor’s spending time with another dude. I can’t believe it. My innocent, teenage heart is fucking devastated. I don’t get what happened so, naturally, I ask her friends some questions to get the inside scoop.
“You weren’t aggressive enough” Taylor’s friends told me. She was into you, but you never really did anything.
I was shocked (but it did sorta make sense to me). And what made matters worse was the dude she was talking to was one of my friends. He freaking knew I liked her.
Throughout college we would drunkenly run into each other at parties. She was still dating my now “kinda” friend, Russell. There was always a very strange sexual tension between us. Like, we kept our conversations brief because we were afraid of stirring up old feelings. I was nearly positive she still had feelings for me. I would always catch her eye-fucking me from across the party. I tried to let my crush go. I mean, I pretty much moved on. I picked up some nice sex moves while hooking up with other girls. I even got pretty serious with one, but I couldn’t quite squash my fantasy of fucking Taylor. How could I just make those feelings disappear…? Her brunette hair. Her beautiful tan skin. Those PERFECT tits. What did they look like? What does her soft, sexy voice sound like when she’s moaning? I graduated college thinking I would never find out.
That is, until 1.5 years later…
“Hey IdiotSandwich420, you’re working in Denver, right? I’m interning there next semester for graduate school.” My heart skips a beat. I think to myself, “Fuck, man. Why do I still get butterflies?” I get kinda pissed. I remember how my heart was broken when I saw her with another guy. I think about how she flirted with me even when she was dating Russell. So, I play it cool, man. I nonchalantly tell Taylor we’ll have to link up for drinks sometime, not knowing if I have any intention on following up on that.
A couple months go by and we haven’t spoken. My birthday’s cumming up, though. A decent amount of people I went to college with are in Denver, so I try to round up the troops for a night out. I decide to invite Taylor.
*HEHE* – We all go to dinner. Get our drink on, and then head to another bar. People start flaking off; the group gets smaller. Taylor and I begin to talk. A lot. Like we were teenagers again. She mentions we go to a new bar, a bar that happens to be my favorite bar in the city. Now, there is no way she knew it was my fav, but it’s pretty much the only bar where the DJ plays rock music. Almost strictly 90s/00s. Taylor knows…My fucking favorite.
It’s on. I know it’s on. I mean, I don’t know it’s on, but I’m like, dude, I def got a shot at fucking Taylor’s brains out tonight. Now at this point, it is me, Taylor, and about four other people. We are all really feeling ourselves when we get to the bar. Before I can even go to the bar for another drink, Taylor and I are dancing. HEAVY, BRO. Fuckin’ Fat Lip by Sum 41 starts playing and I got Taylor grinding up on me putting her fingertips under my shirt and around the waist of my pants. She’s testing the waters. I flip her hair to one side and kiss her neck. Her hands immediately go down my pants. I’m so fucking horny at this point. Taylor is wearing these thin pair of sexy joggers. I can practically feel her skin. I pull her maroon lace thong in between her ass. She immediately turns around and we start making out. We both stare at each other. She says “Lets get some food.”
We grab some mother fuckin Jimmy Johns, she grabs my hand, and we jump into a taxi as she yells to the driver “420th Garden Grove SE!” A quick car ride brings us to her apartment. She goes upstairs. I find myself rummaging through her kitchen looking for snacks because half of her vegetarian sub that I ate did not satisfy me. I quickly lose interest in food. I then go upstairs not really processing what might go down. I open her door and fall on her bed. I turn my head towards hers. She’s staring straight at me with the most seductive eyes I have ever seen. She crawls on top of me. She still has her clothes on and starts grinding her clit on my cock. I lift my hands. They start caressing her thighs. I move up to her perfectly sized tits.
She starts to slide off my pants. I’m not wearing any underwear. My throbbing cock comes out of my pants like a goddamn jack-in-the-box toy. I can tell she’s surprised, as she was likely expecting another layer to unwrap. Taylor confidently bites her lip and finishes taking off my pants. I sit up, take off my shirt and throw her on her back. I start nibbling her ear, then makeout with her neck. Then her chest. Then I start sucking on her nipples and massage her pussy with my hand. I sit up. Arch my back and rest on my knees. I’m towering over her. Taking her picture perfect body in. Then she squirms trying to rip off her thong. She says “Cmonnnn, I want it.” I cant fucking believe im about to fuck Taylor. Never in my life had I wanted to put my dick in a girls pussy more than hers.
I help Taylor get her thong off. In the process I notice how fucking wet and creamy the thong is. I had this chick DRENCHED with pussy juices. I want to tease Taylor a little more, plus I’ve been told I have good pussy eating skills, so I go down on that wet, shaved pussy. Her legs start moving around but I pin them down. That’s when the moaning starts. I softly start to move the hood of her clit with the fat part of my tongue. Occasionally ill suck on it. I even went south of her pussy. Teasing her asshole with my tongue once. I thought to myself “I came to fucking play, baby.” No longer was I an inexperienced virgin. I then tense my tongue and use the tip to firmly play with her clit. I start sliding my middle finger in her pussy. Nice and slow. This shit is turning me on so hard. Taylor’s heavy breaths, her slip n slide pussy, and that fact that I feel like my cock is about as big as it has ever been make me decide it’s time to execute plan P in the V.
I slowly enter her. All (barely) seven inches of my cock enter her tight pussy. The gasp and face she makes are pure ecstasy. I start thrusting slower with half my cock going into her. Then the whole thing. I tell her she feels so good. She yells “Harder!” I start plowing into her. Every one of her moans after I thrusted into that warm pussy reminded me how badly I wanted to make her cum in college. Taylor starts to breath heavier. She’s starting to jerk. I know she is about to cum. She grabs onto both my ass cheeks, then she slowly losses grip, arches her back, and moans “oh fuckk im cumming!” Fuck yeah. I kiss her then toss her on her stomach. My favorite position baby! I get on top of her ass, spread her cheeks, and slip my dick into her. I grab her hands and put all my weight forward on them. I keep thrusting. She wont shut up. Taylor is so vocal during sex and it’s getting me so excited. At this point, I can feel myself getting ready to bust. I start to slow down. I clench her ass cheeks like a stress ball. Slowly I take my dick out then quickly ram it back in. Each time I fully penetrate her she lets out a quiet, cute squeal. I try to get out in one quick breath that my load aint waiting any longer, but all I can say is, “Oh god. I cant hollll—…” I know she’s on birth control but for some reason I pull out. I want to see the spurts of cum shoot out on her back. Every part of my body started twitching. I had straight diarrhea of the mouth. I honestly don’t know what I said when I had my orgasm. Something along the lines of “Huhhh..ohhhh mmmm goddahh holy fuuuuu ooh Taylor ahhhhh.”
We fucked that night. On my birthday. We fell asleep cuddling. Nothing weird in the morning. We both took the whole friends with benefits kind of approach. We hang out with each other more often now and fucked again just a couple weeks ago.
The End.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d99r1e/mf_my_balls_finally_dropped_and_i_had_bday_sex
Love it, must have been great to get the girl after all those years.
Mission completed