Charlie Part 3: The Unexpected Visit [MF]

Some housekeeping before I start writing:

First of all, HUGE thank you to everyone who read/liked/followed after my last couple stories. I had a really fun time writing them, hope you enjoyed reading them.

Second thing, I want to apologize for not following through with the cliffhanger I wrote at the end of my last story. After some thinking, I decided that the story actually was a little too vanilla, and I’m not really about hyperbole or exaggeration just for the sake of some upvotes.

BUT little did I know that there would be a third part,just a wholly unexpected part 3, over a month later and in an entirely different location. But same girl. That’s what this story is about

If you want to catch back up (the plot isn’t relevant, but the descriptions are)
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hi9sw4/spying_on_then_taking_the_virginity_of_my/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hlzxob/spying_on_then_taking_the_virginity_of_my/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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Following the excitement of my week on vacation, I returned back to reality a little more tan, a little more satisfied. But very quickly, the monotony and boredom of the real world set back in. Vacations are great, but you ever have a really good one, so good that it makes work that much harder to return to? That’s what I was facing.

A couple weeks go by, and I had pretty much had put Charlie out of my mind completely. It had been fun, but I wasn’t looking to start up anything with an 18 year old, no matter how beautiful she was (I’m 25). Like I said in previous parts, Charlie is the second 18 year old I had fucked in the past year, but there had been a lingering, strange feeling after the previous one. But I held onto her contact info. I mean, it had always been my dream to have a summer fling at the beach, and I assumed that we would both be back there eventually, whether this summer or the next. I didn’t want to burn the bridge.

Then, one day, as I’m scrolling through Instagram, I come across a picture of Charlie wearing a college sweatshirt of a school only 15 minutes down the road from me (I live in Boston, so that could be one of a zillion schools). I figured that she was enrolling there, so I said what the hell to myself, and shot her a text. She had known that I lived in Boston, yet had neglected to mention she was moving up for school. The conversation went like this

“CHARLIE! You never said you were going to [Random University] in the fall! You know that’s right down the road from me”

“OMG, I’m sorry I didn’t think it was that important. I never got the sense that you wanted to date or anything, so I figured it didn’t matter”

“Oh? Were you looking for a date?”

“Oh God no. Definitely don’t want a 25 year old boyfriend heading into my first year of college. Just didn’t know what you wanted”

“Well, I figure the least I can do is buy you dinner or coffee something after you move in, a welcome to Boston present I guess you could say. When do you move in?”

Turns out she was moving in a little early, just a few days after our conversation. So, like a gentleman, I offered to come and help her move, with the caveat that she let me buy her dinner afterwards. She accepted gratefully, and we made the plan.

The day of the move in was one of the hottest days of the summer in the city: 94 and wicked humid. Not exactly an ideal time to be carrying around boxes, furniture, and the like, but there was no option. I showed up early, chatted with her parents briefly (I know I know, kinda weird, but we’ve been friends with their extended family for a while, so I figured I had a good reason). Charlie was also moving in earlier than most other freshmen, so there wasn’t a welcome wagon or anything to help her unload. My hands were appreciated.

We moved for a few hours, but eventually her parents had to leave and there was still more to be done. They were planning on driving back to their house four hours away, and wanted to beat the traffic. I stepped out for the goodbyes, but made sure to tell Charlie that I was willing to stay and help. Never leave a job unfinished (this applies to moving as well as sex lol).

Charlie and I continued the process for another hour or so before we finished getting everything inside. The heat was oppressive and although there was AC in her room, the constant in and out from the moving truck to her room was getting to us. She suggested that we sit in her room for a bit and take a break.

*This is where the action starts*

Charlie was feeling pretty flirty that day. I don’t know if it was the excitement about starting college, the new city, or what, but she was in a great mood. I left to go find us a couple of water bottles, and when I returned, she had changed into a tank top and some very short shorts, and was unpacking a suitcase. She asked for my help with the unpacking, and as I went over there, I realized that the suitcase she was working on had all of her underwear in it. There were bras and panties of all shapes, types, colors, materials. If I had been a 12 year old horny kid still, it would’ve been the greatest treasure horde I could’ve possibly imagined.

Pulling out a lacy white thong, I held it up and said in jest, “Charlie, I can’t possibly imagine a scenario in college where these would come in handy.”

“If you think those are bad, you should see the ones I’m wearing now”

Then, before I even had a second to respond, Charlie bent over her bed, pulling down her shorts, and showing me the invisible pair that she had on.

At that moment, I was laughing, and very turned on at the same time. I walked over to inspect, letting my hands do the talking for me. I placed on hand on her hip, holding her steady, and let the other one start exploring her pussy. It had only been a few weeks, but I was quickly reminded of just how tight this girl was. She gripped my finger as it slid in, the position she was in allowing me to reach all the way to the back wall inside her. She shuddered, putting her chest even flatter on the bed, while turning her head sideways and letting out a moan that made me throb.

I get very turned on by girls who take initiative in bed. Charlie was still a rookie (I had only taken her virginity a few weeks prior), but she was quickly growing more adventurous. She grabbed my other hand, guiding me to her hair, asking if I could pull it (lightly at first), to which I was only too happy to oblige. My fingers continued to explore, inside her pussy, playing with the clit, even doing a soft rub around her asshole (not entering it, just a light tease), while I pulled her hair.

She could only take so much of it before she begged, “Oh my god just put it in me already. I need it”

Despite thinking that this was a strong possibility, I hadn’t brought a condom. I told her, and she had said “well you didn’t have one last time either so figured it out”.

Needing no further explanation, I quickly stripped (and she took off her tank top), an reassumed the position: bent over her bed, chest pressed down on the bed, head to the side so she could see peripherally. I stepped up, and was inside her. It was just as tight as I had imagined and was super wet. She must’ve been thinking about this the whole time we were moving.

We fucked for a while in that position. I must have been hitting deeper than our last times, because she was reacting way more than she had before. There were moans, the occasional squeal, and her shoulders would shudder in pleasure if I thrusted particularly hard.

I was approaching cum level already (she was really tight and I’m not a porn star lol), so I pulled out and asked her to switch. Like I said in previous posts, this girl was a STUNNINGLY beautiful young woman. She didn’t have most perfect body in the world, but she was built like a model, penetrating eyes and a sly, seductive smile that was as much of a turn on as any round ass. I knew I wanted to take in her beauty as we fucked, so I brought her over to the couch in her room. It was a brand new couch, and we were going to be the first to use it for its true purpose. (Couch sex, in the position I am about to describe, is either my first or second favorite position).

So I sat upright on the couch, while she straddled me, my arms wrapped around her back, hers around my neck. We made out for a bit, then I lifted her just slightly, so that I could get the tip in, then let gravity to the rest of the work as she lowered herself onto my dick. Staring up into those eyes, I watched them roll back into her head as she took all of me inside her (I don’t have a particularly girthy dick in the world but I’ve got solid length, 8”).

I let her get settled for a moment before I started thrusting again as I squeezed my arms around her a little tighter, feeling her nails digging into my neck. That only turned me on even more. After a bit, I slowed down my thrusting and let her take the momentum, bouncing up and down on me, all the while we continued kissing.

This went on for a while. I felt her cum multiple times on my dick, which is one of the best feelings in the world in my experience, and soon enough I was ready to finish. I breathlessly let her know, and asked if she would swallow me. She looked at me, a little nervous but with a naughty gleam in her eyes and said “Okay, I’ll try”.

She got off, kneeling in front of my seated position, and started blowing me. My hands were on the back and sides of her head, one hand stroking her hair, the other guiding her up and down. I tapped her to let her know it was cumming, then shot a full load straight into the back of her throat. She gagged a little (as most girls do the first time), but got herself under control and got it down. She looked up at me with a half-smile, half-questioning look on her face, saying “did I do it right?”

I didn’t answer her with words. Instead, I picked her back up and sat her down on my lap, holding her and continuing to stroke her hair, letting my smile answer the question.

END

Thanks again everyone for your patience with me! I’m going to try and write more consistently in the future. My hope is that every post gets a little better. I’m sure I’ll have more Charlie stories to share in the future, but I’ve got others in the drafts that I can start on

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i8k7vx/charlie_part_3_the_unexpected_visit_mf