An Apple a Day Keeps the Doctor Away, and an Apple Watch on a Date Helps You Get Laid [MF]

This is part 1. If this goes well, I’ll write part 2 :)

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I never thought an Apple Watch would get me laid, but I guess I was wrong.

I’m writing this in the summer under quarantine, thinking back on last winter when the weather was cooler and life was more free.

I met Andrea (not her real name) on a dating app late last November. Our first date, we went to a coffee shop. On our second date, we ended up in the finished basement of her grandma’s gigantic house, where Andrea was staying since it was so close to the college she was attending. We put on a movie, which quickly turned into making out. The next night we did the same thing, and pretty soon we had a pretty good routine. I’d finish class and homework around 6, I’d take her on a date or make dinner together, and then we’d go to her place. She was chill as hell, so I was honestly trying to get to know her, but somehow pretty much every night, we ended up on the same couch in the basement making out.

And I was content just making out. Really, I was content not even kissing, which is strange to admit. Of course, the very fact that I’m writing on this sub means I’m a horny little fucker –– so you know I was thinking about more –– but for real, I was perfectly fine with taking things slow and going at whatever pace she wanted.

Well, one fateful night we were making out. She was on her back, I was on top of her, kissing her neck. I had one hand behind her head and another hand laced with one of hers. All the sudden, her Apple Watch starting buzzing like crazy.

I pulled myself off of her. “Woah, why is your watch vibrating so much?”

She laughed and looked at her watch, then face-palmed. “It says my heart rate is dangerously high and asked me if I’m alright. … You must be doing something right.” She eyed me and bit her lip.

Well, I don’t need to be told twice. I went right back to kissing her.

A couple minutes we took a break and went back to talking. We could talk for hours. Suddenly, I had a stroke of pure revelation.

“I have an idea for a game,” I said.

“What is it?” she replied.

“Alright, hear me out. You know how your watch freaked out when we were making out? Well … what if we saw who could raise the heart rate of the other the most?”

She looked at me incredulously. “That’s the nerdiest thing I’ve ever heard,” she said with a slight smile.

“You’re just scared ’cause you know you’re gonna lose.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not in a million years. Anatomy is not on your side.”

“Well then it should be no problem for you to win, then,” I retorted with what I can only imagine was a big grin on my face.

“I’m just going to win. It’s not even fair.”

“Bet.”

She looked down for a second and then gave a cute little huff. Then she took the watch off her wrist and started putting it on mine. “I go first,” she said as she pushed me towards back onto the couch

She climbed on top of me, and I put my hands on her hips and started moving them up her back, pulling her towards me.

“Wait,” she said. “We need to check your heart rate.”

“Oh yeah!” I laughed. “I almost forgot. It looks like it’s … 68 bpm. Do your worst.”

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Holy hell that was the hardest I’ve ever seen a girl go making out. The most she had ever done before that night was some light French kissing. But right then, her hands were everywhere, her mouth was everywhere, and the way she was grinding her hips, there was no question her whole goal was to get me as hard as possible. I felt her heat, and it turned me on even more. I closed my eyes and just took it in.

Then, suddenly, it was all over and she had my wrist in her hands and was tapping the watch. “99. That’s a difference of 31,” she smirked. “Try beating that.’

(It kinda helped that we were both math nerds.)

“No problem,” I said, taking the watch off and putting it on her. “90??” I said. “Alright, breathe for a minute. Otherwise, I’m never gonna beat you.”

We laid there for a minute in each other’s arms, just breathing.

“You ready?” I asked. I looked down at the watch. It read 75.

She smiled and nodded, leaning back and grabbing my shirt to pull me down with her.

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I kissed her lips softly. I was basically lying on top of her, but I didn’t put much weight on her. I stayed there kissing her softly for a minute while she ran her hands up and down my back, chest. Slowly, gently, I took one of her hands and put it above her head. She surprised me by voluntarily reaching another hand above her head. I laced my fingers with hers, and pinned both of her hands above her head with one hand. I stopped kissing her and pulled away from her one inch. Putting my weight on the one hand and propping myself on my forearm, I hovered my entire body an inch above hers. She opened her eyes, and looked at mine, then looked down at my lips. She lifted her head up to kiss me, but a pulled away. She tried to move her arms to pull me into her, but I had them pinned above her head. She glared at me, and I felt her wrap her legs around my waist and pressed my hips toward hers. She was insatiable.

I resisted for moment, and she gave a little huff and closed her eyes. As soon as her eyes closed, I pressed my entire body into hers –– hips against hips, chest against chest, lips against lips. She let out a little gasp, then relaxed and wrapped her legs even tighter around my waist. Pretty soon, she was grinding her hips against mine again. I copied her movements as I worked my mouth down her neck. With one hand I pulled her shirt off her shoulder, and my lips made their way from her shoulder back up to her ear.

When I started kissing her ear, her back arched and she let out a moan. She tried to move her head. But I pinned it down my hand and pressed into her even harder with my lips. That only made her writhe more, and I had to use considerable strength to keep her from throwing me off. It was hot as fuck. (Well, almost. We’ll get there soon.) Every time she arched her back and bucked her hips, I pressed her back down with mine, my entire weight behind my cock as I pressed it into her. Then I’d bit her ear, and we’d do it all over again.

After a couple rounds of that, I jumped off of her and pulled her up to me by her hand.

“What the fu––?” She mumbled like she was drunk.

I tapped her watched. “110. That’s 35.”

She put her head in her hands. “Oh my god,” her groaned. “I can’t believe you beat me.”

I kissed her on the forehead. “Best two of three?”

She looked up at me with the most beautiful expression of competition and lust and mischievousness.

“Lay down down and take your shirt off,” she ordered.

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[To be continued …]

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hrh8is/an_apple_a_day_keeps_the_doctor_away_and_an_apple