Yes, sir. [FM]

Okay, guys. I’m bummed about all of the sports being canceled in the light of COVID-19. So here’s a very loosely sports related story. As usual, I’m going to have a liiiiittle buildup first.

In college, I joined a fantasy football league in my dorm on a whim. As a lady who’s always been into sports, I figured it would be fairly easy to pick up. I didn’t realize I’d get completely obsessed with it. Every week, I’d talk so much shit to whoever happened to have the misfortune of playing me, and I’d spend obscene amounts of time researching. As a result of my obsession/beginners luck, I was doing pretty well.

At the same time, I was kind of seeing a guy on my floor. We had spent countless library sessions together, and we’d made out and done some over the pants stuff while tipsy and late at night when we were a little delirious from those library sessions. We had not done anything more, and I got the feeling he was kind of a *good guy* who wasn’t going to try anything too soon. I was also a lot less bold at that point in my life, so I definitely wasn’t going to initiate anything myself. I’d only had sex with one guy, and it had been a pretty mediocre back of the car whenever we could sneak the time kind of thing.

Chris, the guy I was seeing, looked like he could have been on our basketball team. He was tall but more lean than super buff. Sculpted arms kinda deal. I’m fairly average (5’5, brunette, ass > tits) and was honestly just coming in to realizing I was attractive. My standard outfit was black leggings and a deep v-neck tee or a tank top under a zip up hoodie. Kind of the normal look for college girls in 2010.

One November week, I realized that Chris and I played each other the next week in fantasy football. I was in second place, and he was in third, so it was kind of a big deal. We were actually in the library together when I was looking at the schedule and figured it out. “Hey, C. Did you know you get to lose to me next week?”

He was confused right away… he had been deep in his homework, headphones turned way up. He looked so fucking hot when he glanced up from his laptop at me, pulling a headphone off one ear so he could hear me. That man had some motherfucking bedroom eyes if I’ve ever seen them. “Lose?”

“Uhhh, yeah. We play each other in THE League!”

Realization dawned over his face. “Ohhhh, right. Sorry, El, but you’re going to take an L,” he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my “homework”, which at that point was researching waiver pickups and looking over both of our lineups, trying to figure out who would have the advantage that week. After a while, I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I found Chris with his headphones off, looking at me expectantly.

“Sooo, you should really try to get all of your homework done early this week so we can watch football all day on Sunday. Then I can watch my team beat yours in real time.”

So I actually prioritized schoolwork appropriately (a first for me), set my lineup, and was ready on Sunday at noon. Our team (go Pack go) played an early game, and we were sitting next to each other in our common room watching it with everyone else. We were on a two person couch, kind of towards the back of the room but still pretty much out in the open. I pulled the “let’s share my blanket move” so I could get closer to him, pressing up against his side as he put his arm around my shoulders.

I had a hand on the middle of his thigh, and I started moving it up slowly. Tall guy had a lot of thigh to cover, so it took me a while before I found his hard cock under his athletic shorts. He exhaled slightly and pressed himself up into my hand more. I started running the backs of my nails up and down his length, trying not to be too obvious about what was happening as we sat in the middle of our group of friends. I really just wanted to tease him a little, but I started getting into it. Heat was pooling in my stomach, and I started shifting my hips around to try and find some sort of friction against my aching clit.

“Do you have any, uh, snacks in your room? Want to go look for something?” He asked abruptly. When he turned to me, his eyes were dark and hungry. But probably not for the stock of Reese’s cups I had.

So we headed back to my dorm room, feeling completely sly. Looking back, I’m sure everyone knew what was happening. If they didn’t, they’d find out soon.

Because I was inexperienced and still kind of awkward around the topic, I didn’t know what to do next. While Chris sat on my bed (it was halfway lofted- high enough that my roommate and I fit our mini fridge underneath along with a few other things, but not all the way up), I turned the game on and started reading him some snack options.

“Jesus, El. I don’t care about those. Come up here.”

When I got up next to him and we started kissing, a switch was totally flipped. He was usually really sweet with his kisses, not one to be aggressive at all. This time, he pulled me on to his lap and started pressing his tongue against mine, that hunger coming out in full force. His hands were all over me, strong and so needy. I found the friction I had wanted earlier as I started grinding my hips against his.

This was usually the point when things stopped, but I wanted as much from him as I could get, so I pulled off my shirt and tried to push him backwards so that he’d be laying down with me on top of him. Instead, he pushed me back and flipped me around so I was laying on my bed. That hungry look in his eyes seemed to deepen as he leaned over me on his knees.

“What do you want?” He asked, leaning down to start kissing over my neck and down my newly exposed skin to the edge of my bra.

Holy shit. Were we finally doing this? “I want youuu..” I moaned as he freed me from my bra and his mouth was instantly on one of my nipples, sucking and lightly biting. In the best way possible, I felt like I was melting. The heat from my belly was rolling over the rest of my body. Briefly, I bemoaned how stupid it was that we hadn’t progressed further prior to this encounter. This intensity was nothing like what I’d had before.

His shirt came off next, and I ran my nails up and down his back. His skin on mine turned the heat to electricity. I reached to pull down his shorts, with the thought that I needed to help him feel as good as I was feeling. He took my wrists in one hand, the other still playing with my hard nipple. “No,” he said firmly, “hands on the headboard. No moving them.”

Fuck. Who WAS this guy? Definitely not the same Chris who called his parents every week, who tutored kids in math, and who wanted to go into elementary education. He was so fucking sexy, with his hair all messy and his dark eyes roving over my body. “Yes, sir,” I breathed, writhing under him.

That must have been the right thing to say because I was rewarded with a hand that finally started moving over the damp spot growing on my leggings. A slow smile spread over his face as he started peeling the fabric off my skin. Keeping my hands wrapped around the headboard, I picked up my hips to help him rid me of my clothes. I was wearing just a lace thong, which he started moving slowly back and forth, indirectly stimulating my throbbing clit. In no time, I was whimpering. I needed him to touch me that instant.

He was kneeling between my legs, so I wrapped them around his thighs and started pulling him closer. “Pleaseee…?”

“What do you want me to do? You have to be specific, or I might not understand.”

How the fuck could he NOT understand? “Touch me. Bury your fingers in me. Put your mouth on me. Fuck me, Chris.” My voice was escalating with every plea, and that statement was definitely louder than I’d intended, but I couldn’t have cared less if everyone in the building heard. I was going to explode if he didn’t touch me where I needed to be touched. Hell, I was probably going to explode if he DID touch me, but that was beside the point.

He whispered two words that would become one of my favorite things to hear. His mouth was hovering just over my collarbone while he moved my thong to the side. As one finger slid up my slit to rest over my clit, I both felt and heard his words: “good girl”.

His height and long arms offered him such an advantage as his mouth gave my neck and chest attention and his fingers were able to find all of the best angles in their assault on my pussy. I went to bring my hands from their spot behind my head to his back, but I stopped myself and instead brought my lips to his ear. “May I pleease touch YOU now?”

“No, not yet”

And then his face was between my legs. He started by licking up the inside of one of my thighs. “Mmmmm…” he moaned, the vibration of his moan rolling through me, “my girl is delicious.” I barely had time to process his words and how they turned me on before his mouth was devouring me. His tongue ran confident, firm circles around my clit while his fingers continued pumping in and out. When he removed his fingers and his mouth took their place, the messy slurping noises were insane. I sat up just enough to be able to watch him devour me. He had a hand against my abdomen, thumb curled down to press on my clit while he carried on fucking me with his tongue.

It was then that I realized I was seriously about to cum. I had never gotten close with the guy I’d previously had, but we were racing towards that finish now. I closed my eyes and rocked my hips against his face, drawing him in further with my thighs. I felt him move his mouth up to lightly suck on my clit while he used his fingers on me once again. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

I did as I was told, of course. Seeing the top half of his face looking up at me, his nose and cheeks covered in my juices absolutely sent me over the edge. My hands came off the headboard, and I buried them in his hair as the flames of pleasure rolled through my body.

He kept his tongue moving against me as I came back down, and I felt myself building back up right away. Instead of pushing me to another orgasm, he sat back on his knees and looked down at me, breathing heavy and squirming underneath him.

“You let go of the headboard…” he said, tilting his head as he looked down at me. Fuck the headboard rule, I needed to cum again. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, my mind reeling to figure out what to do next. I decided to roll over on to my stomach and point my ass up at him. “I guess I need a spanking, right?” I looked back at him and wiggled my ass closer. Without missing a beat, he smacked several times on each cheek.

Leaning forward onto my forearms, I lifted further into the air. “Now will you please fuck me?”

I felt his weight shift behind me as he grabbed a condom off my roommate’s desk. The next thing I felt was his tip running back and forth against my still wet folds, inching closer and closer to my opening. “How bad do you want it?”

I didn’t want it, I fucking NEEDED it. Instead of answering with words, I pushed back against him, taking the length of him inside me. I think we both gasped… he was definitely bigger than the other dick I’d had, and I was grateful for all of the foreplay he’d done to get me ready. I started moving back and forth, taking him in and out, loving how he completely filled me up. He grabbed a handful of my hair and took over the control. I could feel my ass bouncing against him with every thrust.

I had one hand under myself, touching my clit. When he realized what I was doing, he pushed my hand away and turned me around so I was once again on my back. This time, he reached down to play with me while he resumed his previous pace. My hands found their way up to the headboard again to brace myself and give me some leverage so I could thrust back with him. This time when he pushed me over the edge, I couldn’t help but scream one indecipherable “ahhhhh!” He kept fucking me and rubbing my painfully sensitive clit as I quivered around him, drawing out my orgasm so he could finish shortly after I did.

Once his was over (no screams on his part.. eyeroll), he laid down next to me, and we started laughing. “God, Chris, why didn’t we do that sooner?” I asked as he put his arm around me and pulled me up next to him. “Ahhh, well wasn’t it more fun with all of the buildup?”

For those of you who remember how this whole post started, I think you’ll be happy to know that I did, in fact, beat him in fantasy that week. I actually went on to win the whole league, #humblebrag.

The attention Chris had to getting me off and his dominance showed me how fucking awesome sex can be. I’ve thought about him and that delicious heat he inspired during soooo many solo sessions that he’s probably given me more orgasms than any other guy. We were actually together for like two years, and we had a ton of fun sexy romps, including my first (and only… so far) threesome. I credit him for helping me develop about 85% of my skill set in the bedroom. Also, props to him for instilling in me just how important the buildup is.

Annnd now after writing and proofreading that, I’m way overdue for some vibrator time. This one’s for you, Chris ?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fi8p2e/yes_sir_fm