A tale of conquest or acceptance [MF]

An old story. Condoms were used but that’s the last I mention them.

I was 23 and a student in Paris. As is common for students in Paris, my plan for this particular Friday or Saturday night was to go to a house party, in one of these rather small apartments that University student can afford. It gathered a group of people – most of them foreign students – whom I mainly saw at such parties. Mind you, I was on a roll at these parties and often left with a girl – more so than in any other context.

Upon arrival I am introduced to a beautiful Italian girl, quite tall and lean, with fierce black eyes and hair to match.

Flash forward a few hours and drinks. Liquid courage has worked it’s wonders and I am chatting with Elsa. Other suitors have either given up or are waiting for their opportunity, long story short this is a one-on-one discussion between two slightly drunk uni students, it’s going well and… Short silence, I look into her eyes, we both shortly look down, I gather my courage and lean into her. Success!

After a shortish makeout session, she says she is going to leave. I offer to walk her home, then once at her door, she makes it clear she doesn’t want me to go up with her. We make out a bit more and then I leave her.

A couple of days later, I ask her out to get drinks at a bar conveniently located close to my tiny apartment. Even though we aren’t drunk, things are going well. We have a couple of drinks, and I offer to go back to my place so I can show her something (can’t remember what). She agrees with quite a bit of enthusiasm.

Once we reach my place, I show her whatever the excuse was (maybe a book? a record?) and soon enough we are making out, she’s grinding on top of me. But when I try to take things further, she stops me, slightly distressed: “I can’t, I have a boyfriend back home”. Huh. Well, I, of course, don’t push further, especially as she seems genuinely confused, maybe even distressed? So I try to reassure her: “Don’t worry, we don’t need to do anything, we can just relax”. But she doesn’t bolt out either.

We keep chatting some more, she relaxes a bit. After a while, it’s getting late, so I offer to make the bed (aka open my IKEA sofa). She agrees and we lay down and cuddle a bit. One thing leads to another and we are making out again, like teenagers for whom sex isn’t a given and making out can almost be an end in itself. But I am mindful of her boundaries, letting her take initiative of how far she wants to take it. Soon enough, again, she kinda moves back – we are in bed, she is on top of me, and raises herself, “no I can’t I can’t I am sorry”. “Don’t worry, don’t apologise, it’s all up to you”. I take her in my arms, more to reassure her than anything else. We cuddle some more, there again I don’t pressure her, as she seems very confused… but at the same time she takes initiative, with light caresses which lead up to kissing.

this is all very tantalizing to me, as I don’t want to pressure her, but am obviously turned on. The fact that she is clearly facing a dilemma between what she wants to do and how she believes she should behave, and that I am putting her in such a state is also kinda hot. I feel like she wants me so much she doesn’t know what to do. But I don’t want to be creepy and push her to do something she doesn’t really want to.

The lights are off, and we are only lit by the faint lights of the street as they filter through my cheap curtains. She is in a tank top, no bra (she took it off when we were about to lay in bed) but has kept her pants on. I have a t-shirt and sweatpants on. Once again, caresses turn to kisses, our legs are tangled and we are grinding against each other. I pull her on top of me. She grinds against me. I am grabbing her butt and pressing her against me. This may be the fourth time things have heated up. I reach under her pants from behind, this time she doesn’t freeze, but actually grinds harder, panting. I take one hand out to grab her small boob, while with the other I slowly, agonizingly make my way towards her pussy. I undo her pants to gain easier access. She jolts and moans when I reach her pussy, still over her panties, from behind. I can feel her warm and wet through the fabric. This is the furthest I have gotten with her, and I am not about to stop. I feel her soft skin on either side of her panties, which I then slide under. She is soaking, this taboo aspect (and all this edging) have turned her on as much as me.

I then take her pants off. She is still on top of me, the sweatpants and her panties are the only barrier between us. I take my shirt off, and then hers. She has her eyes closed, but her face has all the telltale signs of excitement. I reach, again, for her pussy, caressing her slit, spreading the juices she is oozing all around her, reaching her clit. I play with it a little, to great encouragement from her.

That’s when she finally reached for my (very decently sized) cock, which is hard as diamond. She rubs it a little. I take off my pants, now she is rubbing my dick against her clit over her panties. I am now fully naked. She pushes her panties to the side to rub it against her and moans loudly. Soon my cock is covered in her juices and slipping against her. I then slide it inside her. Just the tip, but it feels like a conquest. the frantic grinding has given way to slow movements as she adjusts to me – a few in-and-outs to get me fully wet, too, and she slowly takes me in, inch by inch, each extra thrust accompanied by moans.

When I am all the way in, she stops, staying still, and slowly exhales. Then she starts moving, grinding against me faster and faster. She is loud, but her moans sound somewhere between pleasuand pain, expressive but not over the top. Her eyes are staying closed. She almost crouches over me. My hands are firmly on her butt, adding pressure on her grinding. After a few minutes of alternating between fast grinding and slow sliding in and out of my entire shaft, she comes, again, loudly, and I can feel her becoming much wetter. She lies on top of me, and only moves through my movements.

I give her a moment to recover and turn her on her back. Now I feel free to have her under me, to be the obviously powerful of the two, who decides of how we move. I slide inside her again, making long, deep moves inside her, and slowly building up steam. She has her arm over her face and is moaning these same moans of pleasure and pain. As I move faster, she starts mumbling in Italian. I am now pounding her with force. I am under the impression that she keeps coming, but I’ve never had this happen to me before so I am unsure what is happening. She doesn’t seem to be asking for a respite, though, so I keep going, constantly on the verge but prolonging my pleasure as much as I can – and hers too, or so it seems.

I lift her legs around my elbows, spreading her wide open. For the first time, she opens her eyes wide and looks at me. Her gaze is fierce, her face is blushed, her lips are parted. She is gorgeous. She then closes her eyes as she comes – and that’s as much as I can take. I come as well, as I am inside her, and lay next to her panting.

She is in my arms and covers my face with small kisses. “This was so good, this was amazing” she tells me and I can only laugh in agreement.

We then doze off.

I am woken up in the middle of the night by her butt rubbing against me. I reach around her to grab her breasts, to kiss her neck and then to caress her pussy, which is already very wet. I am in this weird hazy headspace where things just happen as if on autopilot. After sliding a finger inside her, and feeling her soaking wet, I can’t wait and put my cock in. That’s clearly what she wanted. She reaches her hand back to carress my hair as I kiss her neck and thrust inside her as we are on our sides. I start toying with her clit and this, again, drives her wild. She comes fast, and then again when I turn her prone and take her from behind. We fall asleep again.

The next morning I woke up to her grabbing her stuff to get dressed. I grabbed her myself and brought her against me, making her laugh. I undressed her quickly and her laugh turned to moans. we had great morning sex. And then more in the shower. She left me exhausted. I had to go back home and sleep throughout the day to recover. So did she, as she told me later.

We never dated, but kept a FWB relationship for a few months. She was always great and loud enough to win me the accolades of my neighbors in Paris, where sounds resonate in the small streets – especially when you have to keep your windows open in those warm, spring days and nights.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fvz3rf/a_tale_of_conquest_or_acceptance_mf