[FM] Blowjob from the handicapped girl

This is a true story and it happened 15 years ago. I was in college and was enjoying life in the big city. I was finding it easy to make new friends, particularly because my “dorm” was actually an 18-story tall building downtown that housed kids from three different schools. Thousands of kids lived in the building and anytime you got in the elevator you saw a new face.

And speaking of new faces, there was a new website out there that everyone was talking about. The Facebook. Such a genius concept, really. In 2005 when I first signed up for Facebook, it was only for college students and you had to have a legitimate .edu (or similar) college e-mail address. Beyond that, some schools hadn’t even been added or verified yet. Fortunately, our school had.

Talk about bare bones compared to what it is now. Everyone got ONE picture for their profile. Your profile was limited, at best. But…my roommates and I quickly adapted a plan: find every attractive girl at our school and “poke” her. Hopefully, it led to conversations. Usually it didn’t. Sometimes it did.

One evening, I was scrolling and came across a gorgeous blond. Her name was Rachel. She had an infectious smile with big, bright white teeth and nice, plump lips. As I browsed her profile, she grew up not far from me in my home state! Additionally, some of her interests were the college and pro sports teams from our state. This was too good to be true.

I “poked” and messaged her. “Hey, I see we grew up near each other. Thought I’d say hi and introduce myself.”

The next morning, I was excited to see a message from her, saying hi, and from there we messaged back and forth over the course of a few days making small talk. In our discussion, she mentioned she lives in one of the other buildings a few blocks away. She also said that to cure her homesickness, her parents sprung for a special cable package that allowed her to watch all the NHL and NBA games from back home. She invited me over anytime to catch a game.

It seemed innocent enough and I filed it away.

A couple nights later, a Friday, I was in my room drinking with some buddies from the floor. I opened facebook and noticed I had a message from Rachel. “Hey, what’s up?”

She’d sent it two hours ago. I responded that I was drinking and relaxing, no plans. She responded right away, “my roommates and I are having some people over, do you want to join?”

I immediately got nervous but had enough of a buzz on to force myself out of my shell.

“Yeah, of course.” She gave me directions to her building, and I told her I’d head out in a few minutes.

On the walk, I realized her crazy this was. A total blind date. Anything could happen…good AND bad. I’m pretty reserved and this was out of character for me. Oh well….

I got to her building and stood at the security/guest desk beyond the bank of elevators. There were maybe two dozen kids in the lobby, many coming in and out and I saw no sign of Rachel-no blondes with big, beautiful smiles. Then, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. A group of kids came strolling off, heading out for their night of fun. At the back of the pack I saw blonde hair. I saw blue eyes. And I saw that big, beautiful smile. As she got closer, I saw more. I saw the arm crutches; the kind that wrap around your triceps. This wasn’t a break or a sprain. This was something more, something permanent. I froze. Did she see me? What do I do? I can’t bail, I’d humiliate this poor girl. I was already out of my comfort zone and had no time to react. Before I was even done processing this, she locked eyes with me and smiled. No turning back now.

We exchanged hellos and I tried to be as nonchalant as possible. Talk about an elephant in the room. The thing was, she’s was a knockout. She was cheerful and talkative and had a great body, except for whatever her physical handicap was. Not that it mattered, I just hadn’t had time to even process what the hell I’d gotten myself into.

As we made it to her apartment, she apologized profusely that her roommates had left abruptly and wouldn’t be back until after midnight. She guided me to her living room couch and as she sat, she removed her crutches, reached over to the coffee table and poured us both a rum and coke. We made small talk, chatted about where we went to high school and what led us to the city. As we drank, I never got the impression that this encounter was going to be sexual whatsoever.

Out of nowhere she asked, “so, have you managed to hook up with many girls on Facebook yet?”

I was caught off guard, and could only reply with the truth, “umm not, actually none yet.”

It was almost like she had this planned in her head, “well…I’d love to be the first for you.”

Again, I was speechless and I she picked up on it immediately. “I love to suck dick. And I won’t fuck you. If you’re up for it, I’ll give you a blowjob right here on the couch.”

I didn’t really speak as much as it was a nervous and incredulous laugh that she took as a yes.

She crossed her arms in front of herself and lifted up her shirt, exposing a black bra covering perky tits. In one fluid motion, her shirt came off and she unclasped her bra, letting it drop in her lap. I was stunned. Not only were her tits perky and full, both nipples had pink barbell piercings. I’d never seen that before up close. She instructed me to stand up and take my jeans and boxers off and sit on the armrest of the couch. She pulled herself closer with her arms and just like that, leaned her head down into my lap and start sucking me off.

I’d never cum from a blowjob before and truthfully, up until that point, blowjobs weren’t my favorite. I never really enjoyed them because I’d never experienced a good one. I learned that in about 15 seconds. She needed to use her arms to prop herself up, so only her mouth was on me. She sucked hard and used a lot of spit. She flicked her head from side to side and when she’d need air, she’d slow down and gently suck the tip with her plump, pink lips.

As she worked me, I couldn’t help but stare in amazement. This night had gone in so many strange directions in such a short amount of time. She wasn’t shy; she made a lot of noise and made sure my balls got attention too. “Put your hand on my head, force it down my throat.” I did as she asked and found myself thrusting, lifting myself off the armrest of the couch. This went on few a few minutes and all of a sudden, euphoria started coming over me. That unmistakable feeling. I was moving towards it rapidly and had no idea how to react. “Jesus, Rachel, I’m going to cum.” It was an out of body experience; I heard the words but they seemed strange coming out of my mouth. She picked up the pace now, more suction. All I could do was close my eyes. I came, the sensation a combination of perfect relaxation and tingling, I could see her throat contracting as she swallowed each thrust. She slowed her pace, sucking hard on the end of my dick, drawing out every last drop. I shivered as she backed off, letting my dick flop in the cool air compared to her warm mouth.

“Bet you didn’t expect that, huh?”
Again, I was at a loss. “I didn’t know what to expect, and I’m not sure I know what the hell happened just now.”

Rachel laughed. “Get dressed and finish your rum and coke. My roommates will be back any minute.”

It wasn’t too good to be true. It was better.

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