[FM] I [24F] walked across half of Brooklyn to fuck an old friend [25M]

In early summer 2019, after finishing grad school and going through a challenging break up, I had the summer off before starting a new job and took the opportunity to visit my family and best friend in NYC. I’m a California girl through and through but NYC has my heart completely, and my friend had been trying to get me to move there for years (haven’t yet, but I will eventually.) My family lived in the suburbs and I had been so many times that I no longer visited as a tourist, instead loving the chance to explore new neighborhoods and fantasizing about moving.

I made a post on instagram about a week before leaving, and got a DM from a name I hadn’t heard from in years, David.

“Hey, a little birdie told me you’re coming to NYC.”

“Who told you? Yeah, I’ll be there early July.”

“I log on to instagram pretty rarely but I saw your post. Congrats on grad school, by the way. I live in Brooklyn now, I’d love to catch up while you’re here.”

David was one of those nerdy engineer types who got hot in high school and college and had absolutely no idea- tall, blonde, broad shouldered and toned from years of swimming. I had known him since I was 13, and linked up with him briefly my senior year of high school (in true suburban high school fashion, our hook up had been interrupted by police officers knocking on the window of his car while I was half naked.) I laughed when I saw his message- I had never had anyone ACTUALLY slide into my DMs, and besides, we hadn’t talked in years. Still struggling from my break up, I planned to mostly ignore the post.

Once I was actually in NYC, though, I couldn’t get him out of my head. I had been making plans with friends, and had a big day planned- heading into lower Manhattan with my family in the morning, before taking the train over to Brooklyn to see a friend from undergrad and go to the Brooklyn Museum, meeting up with my best friend in Queens for her friend’s birthday party and finally heading back to Manhattan to spend the night with my best friend. I sent him a message the day before, and he sent me his number.

The day up until seeing him had been incredible, one of my happiest days that I could remember after getting out of a long toxic relationship. My friend and I went to a beautiful exhibit about Stonewall, and afterwards we biked to his place through Prospect Park, and I was in bliss despite the oppressive heat and my uncomfortable shoes. I got a text from David while cooling off at my friend’s apartment.

“Hey, are you around? My schedule’s pretty flexible.”

Turns out he was at the thrift stores a few blocks away from my friend’s place. I checked the time- I had hours until I had to be in Queens, and had planned to spend that time chilling out in the park. I sent him my location, and we met up. After exchanging hellos, we decided to slowly make his way back to his neighborhood, about a half hour walk away from where we were but through the park. It sounded like a nice a walk, so I agreed to it.

We spent the time making easy, not very flirty conversation, and I wondered if I had totally misread his intentions. In the meantime, I was next level sweaty, despite dressing light in a breezy shirt, tight high waisted cut offs and sandals. The sandals were new (so dumb of me) and not comfortable for the amount of walking I had done that day, and my feet were completely red and raw as we made our way through the park, while I made frequent stops to save my feet. I should have put up my hair, but my curly hair was the longest it had been in forever and I knew the power my hair had over men.

Near his place, while we talked about exercise- he had taken up cycling, I was getting in to rock climbing- I made an offhand comment about the weight I had gained during grad school. “You look great,” he said firmly, looking me up and down. “I know you’re self conscious about it, but you shouldn’t be.”

He invited me in to cool down and drink some water and I said yes, grateful to have a chance to take off my shoes. I’m a total wimp when it comes to heat, so I sat down at his desk chair while he was on a stool across from me in his tiny room. I was so tired of the catching up conversation, he looked amazing, glistening in sweat and a tank top and legs spread. I walked up from the chair till I was between his legs. He was nearly a foot taller than me, but sitting on the stool while I was standing put him at the perfect angle for me, and he seemed unsurprised when I kissed him. He kissed back immediately and firmly, his hand finding the base of my neck and carefully running his fingers through my hair.

“I was wondering if that was what you wanted,” he murmured.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I walked through half of Brooklyn for you when I could barely walk! You thought that was just friendly?”

“Well, it could’ve been!”

I laughed as he continued to kiss me, slightly on my toes as he took my hips and pressed them into him. He was slim but strong, hands firmly digging into my hips. I couldn’t help but sigh. We kissed for what felt like forever as he slowly began to untuck my shirt, pulling it over my head. “Why don’t we move?” he asked.

I sat on his bed and he joined me, kissing me ravenously as he kept removing clothing, losing my shorts and bra in quick order. He ran his hands up my back and sides, almost massaging me on my still slick, sweat-soaked skin despite him running the AC. His hands were huge and strong, and he finally made his way to my breasts, massaging them before making my way to my nipples.

He started by lightly rubbing and pinching them, and the gasp out of my mouth was loud and completely involuntary. He watched me carefully, increasing the strength until he was pinching them hard, my moans getting louder and louder. I didn’t even want to think about how wet I was getting. I kissed him hard, sucking on his neck, trying to keep myself quiet since I knew his roommates were home. He stuck a finger in my mouth, letting me suck on it. “Wow, your nipples are *really* sensitive,” he said, a tone of slight admiration in his voice.

“So I’ve been told.”

“What are you into?” he asked.

“I like things pretty intense,” I told him. “No hitting or slapping anywhere- not into that at all- but I like being kind of manhandled. I like when things are just on the edge of being too painful.”

“I can do that.”

He took off his pants and laid me down once again, kissing me hard, his body weight on me, as his hands found his way to my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured, as he felt the outside of my lace underwear, taking them off me before he inserted his fingers into me. He wiggled them around, finding my g spot deep inside as he slowly moved his way up to my clit. David clearly knew his way around a pussy. He increased the pressure and I felt my body spasm, the sensation so intense that I could barely contain it, legs shaking. He laughed as I almost kicked him. “You’re so wiggly.”

“Sorry- I can’t help it.”

“I think I need you stay still.”

“You’re making that kind of hard.”

He flipped me around so that he was behind me. He was so much taller and stronger than me that it was easy for him to overtake me physically, one arm wrapped around my arms and chest and one of his legs wrapped around mine, pulling me in close to try and keep me still as his other hand kept working against my clit. By this point, I had given up all pretense of trying to stay quiet, moaning loudly, my body thrashing. His hand on my chest found my nipple again and he pulled and pinched it hard. I couldn’t get enough, reaching behind me into his underwear to find his dick. I started rubbing it and quickly remembered what my eighteen year old self knew- David had an enormous dick, long and girthy, just barely big enough for to wrap my hand around it. He was already rock hard, and began moaning loudly into my ear.

“I want you to fuck me, David.”

“Not yet,” he said, his voice low and deep. “I want you to cum.” (Little did he know that was a pretty tall order for me.)

He kept working on my clit, my body still thrashing against him as he pulled me even closer, trying to keep me still as my moans grew more ragged. I felt drunk, totally disregarding anything happening around me except his expert hands. I kept rubbing his dick when I could, and as distracted as I was I loved the feeling of him hard against my hand. “Please,” I asked again, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Fine,” he teased, letting go of me as he went to get a condom from the nightstand as I rolled on to my back. He made his way back to the bed, on his knees as he put the condom on and I admired the view of his broad, toned chest. Finally he leaned down, slowly entering me, a deep, involuntary moan exiting his mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I wrapped my arms around him, lightly scratching his back as he started pump into me, slowly moving faster and faster. He was so big it felt unreal, stretching me almost to the point of it painful. My moans were deep and guttural and might as well have been coming from a different planet. He was deep inside me, rubbing against my g-spot. “Don’t stop,” I told him.

“I want to fuck you from behind,” he gasped out. I got on my knees and he carefully positioned himself behind me, both of us moaning as he entered me once again. He placed his hands on my hips and grasped them firmly as he began pumping into me, my ass bouncing against his body. He moved his hands firmly up my body, leaning over me until he was back at my boobs and began pinching my nipples again, hard. I gasped out in pleasure and surprise, and I could feel him fuck me even harder in response.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped out.

“I want you to,” I replied, barely able to form words. “I want you to cum.” In response, with a few hard pumps, he began to moan as I could feel him cum inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing deeply as I enjoyed the feeling of him inside of me. We lay there for a few moments before he slowly extricated himself from me and rolled over.

“So,” he said, with a voice as if we had just gotten back from grocery shopping, “want to take a shower?”

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