[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i19kdz/1_ignorance_brings_chaos_not_knowledge_or_the/)
Given her unsmiling disposition, it always surprised me how calm and cosy Lucy’s room was. Her mattress was as uncomfortable as anybody else’s (I once fucked a guy who had a memory foam mattress topper, and that just felt wrong as hell), but her sheets were weighty and soft, and always smelled like they had dried on a summer’s day, fluttering on the breeze as they hung on a line by a grove of lemon trees. The floor was the same hard-wearing, sedge green carpet as in all the other rooms, but she had hidden most of it artfully underneath a rug. Her underwear—in all of its wild variety of fabric, colour and cut—was folded neatly and obsessively into the drawer by her bed. And here and there, on square black ceramic dishes, she had trios of little tealight candles from Ikea, which filled the room with dessert-like smells of raspberry and vanilla.
Little wonder, then, that we spent so many of our evenings here, in an oasis of calm broken only by occasional drunken yells which ensued from the corridors of the building, the open square outside, and pretty much anywhere else on campus which was within earshot. Often we would lie facing each other, naked, covered or half-covered, talking or looking peacefully at each other, occasionally reaching out hands and fingers to touch whatever we wanted to touch. I don’t think we ever again kissed as much as we had our first night together; reasonably often, Lucy would give me a fairly chaste peck, warm but tongueless, after one or the other of us had had an orgasm, as though she deigned to give me a tiny reward. I don’t think I ever once tried to cuddle with her: looking back now, I’m sure I was wrong to jump to the conclusion, but I felt like if I dared to try, she would tell me to fuck off and I’d never get near her again.
Still, it wasn’t as though there was no warmth or intimacy between us. Lucy loved just to look at my body as the minutes rolled past, every now and then making a compulsive grab for some part of me as though it was new to her. And it did feel as though, despite her constant and exacting gaze, Lucy never ran out of things to be excited by. If at first the way she looked so steadily at me made me feel uncomfortable and shy, I found that giving her the same treatment was the perfect distraction. I learned that it was true that, no matter how much I looked at her body, I could find some new detail which would instantly renew my desire for her.
Sometimes, Lucy would undress the moment we got to her room. Just as I loved the novelty of each of her various outfits, I loved the way they looked coming off her. The soft, billowing fall of the fabric of the colourful harem pants that made her bum look unbelievable. The way she might peel off one of the tiny lace thongs she wore under her jeans. The way her stomach tightened and narrowed as she pulled a t-shirt over her head, or the weighty drop of her breasts and she unfastened her bra.
And so I would happily lie with her and revel in the details. She had a couple of freckles on the side of her neck, somewhere not far from the corner of her jaw, and it took me weeks to summon up the courage to kiss them. There was a slight asymmetry in the way her collarbones stood out, which was mirrored interestingly by the way her breasts hung, the right one just ever-so-slightly bigger, its large, soft areola a tiny bit less circular than the other one. Her stomach was so flat it was almost concave, which only made her pubic bone more prominent: sometimes, if I drew my fingers up over it, there would be a little nap of stubble there; once or twice, a couple of millimetres of sleek, amazingly pale hair, which would be whisked immediately away the day after I told her I thought it was pretty. Her clit was tiny, pearl-like, but her inner lips were big, and would turn a shining, flushing pink when I touched her there; they made me understand finally the metaphors that people use for women’s pussies—some of them cute, some of them unkind—and she liked more than almost anything the way I would take them in turn into my mouth, delicate and unctuous and salty, and dip my tongue between them where she tasted a little more musky and sour.
Anyway, we lay there, on top of the covers I think, basking in the comfort of each other’s naked bodies, the warmth and the sweet smell of the room, the caress of the sheets underneath us. I had shifted onto my back, and Lucy lay alongside me, her hand snaking way down between my legs, her fingertip playing lazily with my ass. I had become a little more used to this, having banished some of my fears, and I liked the way that Lucy, now, would help herself to my asshole as freely and as casually as she would the rest of me. By now, I think, I had even allowed her to put two fingers knuckle-deep inside me, aided by two or three of those little free packets of lube, while she went down on me. One of Lucy’s flatmates, she told me later, had made an unkind joke about the sounds I had made while, in the moment, I had had an orgasm which actually made my vision go blurry.
‘Want to try something?’
‘Maybe.’
Lucy went to the uppermost drawer by her bed—not the one with her knickers in it—and took out the black rabbit vibrator that I had once used on her.
‘I have tried one of those before, you know,’ I said.
Lucy gave one of her tiny, almost-mirthless ghosts of a laugh. She took out a couple of sachets of lube and held them up in one hand, the toy in the other.
‘Oh,’ I said. It wasn’t really an anal toy, but it wasn’t all that big and, I reasoned, at least there was no chance of it getting lost in there. (this isn’t product placement, but I might as well point out that it was a Lelo Soraya, because just what the fuck kind of student has a vibrator that costs two hundred pounds?)
‘You’re such a worrier, Lottie,’ Lucy said.
Taking the bait, but with some trepidation, I turned over, got on my hands and knees with my ass facing up, and Lucy threw the toy and the lube down onto the bed and settled herself behind me.
‘Go slowly,’ I said.
‘Shush,’ Lucy said to me, but again she was gentle in her firmness. She ran her fingers up and down the backs of my thighs, even tickled the soles of my feet and snickered when I jerked them away. She made a couple of teasing passes over my clit. She bent forward to kiss the small of my back, my tailbone, the furrow of my ass, then kissed my asshole more wetly, tenderly and lovingly than she usually did my mouth. Her tongue drew soft, wide circles and broad lines, and I sighed into the pillow at the amazing warmth, the little, shooting bolts of pleasure. I even heard Lucy give a long, slightly vocal sigh of contentment, and I wondered what on earth had made her so interested in my bum.
‘I think I could come like this,’ I told her, then regretted it, because she stopped almost straight away. I heard a tear, and then the familiar cold trickle of lube, which Lucy spread carefully, pushing it lightly into me with a fingertip. Then a second packet tore, and I looked back and watched her carefully spread lube onto the lightly-curved shaft of the toy. I wondered, for a moment, if Lucy had ever given a guy a handjob.
I felt the tip of the toy nestle against my ass; no vibrations, just cool, plasticky smoothness. Lucy ran it up and down a couple of times, then settled it on my asshole and applied a little bit of pressure. I felt my asshole stretch, tried to relax, then felt a warm flash of pain as it grew thicker. I yelped. Lucy eased up a touch.
‘It feels so big,’ I said.
‘Don’t be silly,’ Lucy said. ‘It’s tiny.’ She spoke with a withering sternness, as though I could practically hear her rolling her eyes, but she stroked and gently squeezed one cheek of my ass with her free hand.
‘It hurts,’ I said.
‘It won’t,’ she said. ‘Try pushing on it a bit.’
I did as Lucy said, trying to relax back onto the toy as she inserted it. This time it seemed to slide in a little bit easier, but again I felt it begin to hurt as Lucy edged it toward the thickest part. Hearing my sharp intake of breath, Lucy paused, rotated the toy ever so slightly back and forward, and went on stroking my lower back and my ass with her other hand.
‘That’s better,’ she said. I breathed deeply, and I felt my ass relax a little around the toy. Lucy drew it back a few millimetres, then reapplied the pressure, and my asshole willingly took more of it than before. It felt so much bigger than Lucy’s fingers that I could hardly believe she hadn’t switched the sleek, black vibrator for something else, but I knew she wouldn’t. But, gradually, just like every other time, my mind slowly caught up to the realisation that, whatever weird stuff my body was feeling, it wasn’t pain, not exactly.
Lucy made only the tiniest movements, but somehow she seemed to sense exactly what kind of stimulation I needed, exactly how much depth and pressure I could take. Very slowly, so I barely perceived the change, Lucy ceased merely to explore my ass with the toy, and started to fuck me with it.
‘Oh my god,’ I said.
‘What?’ Lucy said, sounding amused.
‘It feels really good.’
The movements were shallow and regular, and I felt pleasure start to swell in me in waves. Any pain I felt had melted away so completely that I barely remembered what it felt like for this to hurt. I gasped as one thrust went a little deeper than the others, and I could no longer assemble words into a sentence.
‘I can tell,’ Lucy said. ‘Your cunt’s dripping.’
Naively, I thought this would be the immediate preface to Lucy touching me there, but she wasn’t in any hurry, calmly filling my ass, clearly enjoying the deep, shuddering breaths that she was able to draw out of me. And when finally Lucy decided that my pussy deserved some attention, she wasn’t the one to give it.
‘Why don’t you touch your clit for me?’ she said, as though the idea ought to have occurred to me earlier. I obeyed her greedily, shifting the weight of my upper body so I could put my hand down between my legs, and I rubbed my clit as though desperate to make up for lost time.
‘Are you going to come?’ Lucy asked.
I barely managed to say ‘mmhmm’. Lucy didn’t change the speed or the pressure, just squeezed my ass a little harder as she went on firmly fucking me with the toy. I rubbed my clit frantically, and the spirals of pleasure seemed, again, to take root deeper inside me than they ever had before; when I came, it felt like I was coming with my whole body, and it seemed to last forever, my ass grasping the toy hard, my legs shaking, my breath turning into shocked, wide-eyed yelps of pleasure.
I was vaguely aware of Lucy pulling her vibrator out of my ass, because it hurt a little bit, then I collapsed face-down on the bed, my breath stubbornly refusing to return to normal. I was sweating, my limbs felt weak and jelly-like, my back hurt from arching it. Incoherently, I mumbled things like ‘Jesus’ and ‘fucking hell’ into Lucy’s pillows while—I guess—she washed the toy in the bathroom.
She came back into the room and stretched herself out on the bed next to me, while I still lay face-down and trembled. She rubbed my back, my shoulders and the back of my neck, with a gentle but reassuring pressure, then she brushed the hair out of my face as I turned slightly toward her, my eyes still closed.
‘Give me a kiss,’ she said. Without looking, I inclined my mouth toward the sound of her words, and she kept her fingers in my hair as she kissed me. It went on for longer than I expected; she even saw fit to let me put my tongue in her mouth, and she tasted like cocoa butter Vaseline.
‘What was that for?’ I said as our mouths parted.
Lucy shrugged. She barely smirked, and she lay back on the pillows next to me. I watched her breasts rise and fall, and gradually my breathing fell roughly in sync with hers.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i1qyla/2_how_i_learned_to_stop_worrying_and_love_getting
This is really hot, and somehow really wholesome