I [23M] invite a [18F] Cockney Sparrow round for some fun

There was a time when I was innocent, that was 20 years ago and this story harks back to “only” 10 years ago. I was familiar with the online world having frequented various (innocent) chat rooms since I became a teen spanning from the first foray into talking with people I could never have hoped to have known in real life up til this point where online hookups were commonplace but still pre-Whisk(other dating apps are available.)

It was my last year in university and I had just finished the last of my exams, the house was still contracted to us for another week but my housemates, both male, had already moved out. Bored and not wanting to waste my last week I decided to see what the chat rooms held. Booting up my laptop I went to the last place I remember having multi-age group chats and found a small somewhat quiet chat, probably less than 10 people and obviously the site was dying away to the variety of app based chats available.

Striking up general conversation about music, films, general goings on in the news I found myself in a private chat with one of the girls. She claimed she was 19, fairly local (only 1hr away) and was looking for fun. At this point I’d never met anyone from the online world aside group meet-ups of University forum goers for the start of years at university but knew well enough not to give away too much information. I’d picked an innocuous handle, something like BlueEyedBoy and decided if I were asked my name was “Nick.” We chatted on and off from Thursday through Saturday, shared a few risqué pictures and ideas both in the chat and through an instant messenger program and agreed that she should come see me at the house since no one would be around to interrupt.

Monday rolled around and there I was, sat at the train station with a boner that could poke someone’s eye out. We texted back and forth as her journey neared it’s conclusion and I reminded her that if she got in my car and was still wearing her knickers there would be trouble. She arrived and was exactly as her pictures showed, 5’6’’ with dyed black hair to her shoulders, piercing blue eyes and… a black tutu…. this was not what I’d expected. She strolled up to me bold as brass, pushing me against the car and kissing me hard, it took me off guard for a second before I span her around to rest her back against the car. I slide a hand down her side and under her tutu to find she was still wearing her panties and they were soaking wet. Pulling away I teased “this will never do!” Without a second thought I pulled the handcuffs from my pocket and fastened them around her wrists. Her eyes widened and a shocked expression fell over her face, clearly she’s not the only one to do the unexpected.

Up to this point all we knew of each other were typing styles and now how our bodies interacted, the air was abruptly filled with her much louder than necessary “fuckin’ hell you’re a dirty bastard ain’t ya!” In a very thick, very east London accent. I wasn’t sure whether I found it more funny or more of a turn on given some of the porn I’d seen recently with a similar accent involved. I opened the car door and pushed her inside before anyone could see or hear what the commotion was about. The drive was only 5 minutes or so but this girl didn’t shut up once, the pace of her words unaffected by my hand sliding up her thigh and rubbing her sodden slit through the panties.

Once at the house she made short work of demanding I let her go so she could go for a smoke. Another thing she didn’t tell me. I hate smokers! Even though I’d gone to the effort of bringing them along her hands would surely be more useful unrestrained so reluctantly I released her so she could get her fix. When she returned (clearly more than one cigarette later) I’d already kicked off my shoes and put the television onto something mundane, possible a music channel. By this point my nerves were clearly showing as I didn’t shift my gaze from the gogglebox as she took the seat next to me, unsure of what you actually do on these kinds of hookups I carried on oblivious to her until out of the corner of my eye I spotted her knickers flying across the room towards the patio doors. Moments later her leg has swung over mine and she’s now straddling my lap looking me directly in the eyes, like a deer in the headlights I don’t know what to do, she leans forward and her lips are again on mine kissing hard.

I’m no stranger to kissing but this was unlike anything I’d experienced before, and not in a good way, more that she had also gotten nervous and was trying to compensate by kissing harder than she really intended. I took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, kissing from her earlobe down her cheek to her neck, biting it softly and giving it a little suck. By now I’m hard again and clearly she knows it as she’s started rocking her hips back and forth rubbing herself against the bulge in my jeans to further my discomfort. I tell her upstairs would be better and in a flash I’ve lifted her off, taken her hand and am now dragging her through the house and up the stairs to my room.

All hope of pretence has now gone as we hurriedly disrobe, me pulling my shift over my head and unfastening my jeans. Her sliding the tutu and thin T-shirt over her head in one movement, leaving her naked in front of me. While I finish stepping out of my jean and boxer combo she crawls onto the bed, laying down on her back with her legs spread and her hand rubbing at her clit vigorously. I took a second to take this vision in, she was not what you would call an ideal hook up. She wasn’t pretty, her makeup didn’t cover the blemishes on her face, her tits were unusually small compared to how much fat she carried, but here we were and be damned if I wasn’t going to fuck her like no tomorrow.

Now I’m not an idiot, university educated don’t you know, I fumbled with my stash of condoms to find a ribbed one before unrolling it down my cock. She stopped her rubbing to spread her pussy for me and seizing the opportunity I grabbed both her ankles to lift her legs and give myself a good position, she let out a shriek that told me she neither expected this nor had been fucked like this before. Sliding my cock into her hole she eased the tension in her legs and let out a half moan half gasp of “fuck me that’s big, Fuck me!” Clearly I’d not expected this reaction and after just a few strokes I was already cumming. Crawling backwards away from her I decided that this would never do, removing the condom I gave my dick a quick wipe and telling her “you don’t get away so easily, I’m not finished with you yet” I unrolled another down my shaft,intents later finding myself nuts deep in her guts I decided to slow the pace a little, fucking her slower and feeling he clench around me in time with my thrusts. Wrapping my arms around her I turned us over so she was on top, I’ve never felt someone grind down so hard before and this was verging on pain rather than pleasure. She lifted herself slightly and using one hand to steady herself on my leg she started rubbing at her clit while rocking her hips back and forth, within seconds her legs began to tremble and she couldn’t hold herself up any longer, collapsing onto my chest as her pussy squeezed and shook with her orgasm.

We lay connected at the hips for a short while before she raised from my cock and slinked down the bed to remove my condom and replace it with her mouth. Clearly not her first time sucking cock but likewise nothing special, her head bobbling away and her hand stroking up and down my shaft was nice, but even with her filthy mouth spouting “you dirty fuck, fucking cum in me then fucked me some more, I wanna feel you cum down my throat, make me choke on your spunk” I was still getting nowhere. Blowjobs are clearly not my thing! She worked away at my dick for a good five minutes, her saliva coating me and rubbing down my halls, one day someone would rock my world with a blowjob but this wasn’t going to be it. Whether it was my choice of phrasing being similar to a famous film of the late 90s “that’ll do” or purely that she hadn’t made me cum with her mouth, she seemed rejected as she made her way back up my body to rest her head again on my chest as we spent the next ten minutes cuddling. I snuck a peek at my watch to see it was barely 2pm!

We re-dressed and heading back downstairs to see what was on television now, I made my way into the kitchen to make her a squash and text a friend to say all was fine while she snuck out for another cigarette and probably check in with her own friend, I hate smokers! I returned to the lounge with two glasses of squash and two pot noodles (student remember, please forgive me) I found she’d changed the channel to some obnoxious chat show, “She’s not my daughter, I was in Iraq” plastered along the bottom of the screen, I rolled my eyes at the thought she might like this kind of thing and plonked myself down on the settee. We watched for a while before changing to something a little less confrontational, Bargain Hunt, which led to a long winded explanation that her grandmother once went on to try to sell an heirloom bone china set only to find that it had been made a year or two before she’d received it and was practically worthless.

I’d zoned out after a while until I realised she was once again on my lap, side saddle this time and asking whether I wanted to see something she had in her bag. Alarm bells were ringing but I thought what’s the worst it can be? She skipped off to grab her bag from by the front door and pulled out a small folder. Inside we’re photographs, at least 20 from birth until now (approx three) of her son…. oh god she’s hoping we can be more than just a hookup…. no thanks! I smile and try to be polite as she’s rambling on about her life and her son, hoping she’ll give up and put her album away which she finally does after what feels like an eternity.

I check my watch again to see it’s now 7pm, where the last four hours have gone is anyone’s guess and she still hasn’t made any movement to leave. It dawns on me we didn’t make any plans on what we would do and when so clearly she’s decided that as I haven’t kicked her out she’s staying the night… great! She slopes off for another cigarette which gives me time to wash up our glasses and turn off the television. I didn’t bring her here to watch television or listen to her life story so as soon as she stepped back inside I locked the door and pushed her up the stairs, smacking her bum playfully as we go. We take it slower this time, undressing each other between kisses and gropes until we’re both stark naked again. I tell her to kneel on the bed with her arms on the windowsill, quickly positioning myself behind her I reach down between her legs and stroke from her pussy up to her clit, drawing small circles on it as she pushes her arse back against me causing my cock to slide between her swollen wet pussy lips. She lets of a soft moan before exclaiming “stop fucking teasing and fuck me” grabbing my cock and pressing the head against her hole as she arches her back to slide me into her, again moaning out as my cock fills her up. Taking hold of her hips we both rock back and forwards, eager to feel more of each other, she again drops a hand to rub herself hard and fast bringing herself to orgasm within minutes. Not wanting to give up without my own release I carried on fucking her through her orgasm, something she clearly hadn’t had before as her moans changed from the usual “oh fuck, oh yes” to “oh Jesus how are you still going? You need to cum now!” I didn’t but she did twice more, he legs unable to hold her up she slid off of me and back onto the bed in a heap, very undignified but still the sight of this stranger naked and writhing on my bed was a sight indeed.

Her cheeks and chest were flushed and her breathing shallow and fast, I was horny and she was doing nothing to dissuade me from doing more so I slide two fingers into her pussy and pressed against her clit with my thumb. I’d half expected her to cry out that she couldn’t take anymore but she carried on laying there, gasping for breath as I fingered her to orgasm again, my fingers slick with her juices I held them out for her to lick clean which she dutifully did. Clearly in no state for more, he legs still twitching minutes after I’d stopped I decided to lay next to her and just relax. We spent a few minutes cuddling and caressing each other before the quiet was ended by a sudden thunderstorm, jumping up from the bed I opened the blinds to take a look, “shit weather, I blame you” she said, quite where that came from I don’t know but my reply of “that’s right blame [real name]” sent me into an immediate panic, did she realise what I said? Would she press for more information? My fears were allayed when she agreed we should blame her ex, who happened to share my real name and not my chosen nom de plume instead.

As the rain began to slow I eased myself back into bed, resigning myself to the fact that she would indeed be spending the night and hadn’t even brought pyjamas so we would both be naked all night. She once again slid down the bed to my dick, sucking it softly and giving a stroke to return it to full mast. As before the blowjob was decent but I was clearly going nowhere with it so as she took a break to relax her jaw I placed a hand under her chin and pulled her back up the bed to kiss again, almost by instinct we fit together again but this time she just lay on my chest enjoying the closeness. It wasn’t long before her hips began to gyrate and her breathing to become fast and shallow again, she kissed to try and slow her pace but clearly unused to this treatment her body began to shake as she climaxed around me, this time she continued to slide up and down my shaft, the mixture of her movements, her desire to keep cumming and the thought that I’d only started talking to this girl a few days previously had me burying my cock as deep as it would go into her while I came hard. We remained locked together as both of our bodies twitched out the end of our mutual orgasms before she rolled off and onto her side. We kissed for a short while before both falling asleep.

My alarm began to ring, 8am already?! she was still in the bed with me but now instead of being naked she was wearing a matching pair of white bra and knickers. “Oh hello there” I managed to croak out as she turned to face me, somewhat confused as to where she was before a smile spread across her face while remembering the previous night. We dressed slowly between kisses and before heading downstairs for a coffee, her once again sneaking out for a cigarette, I hate smokers! Once we finished up I drove her back to the train station, polite conversation as we went. There was an awkward exchange of goodbyes which ended with her blurting out “love you,” my reaction of wide eyed ness and mouth agape clearly enough for her to realise she shouldn’t have said that. We waved goodbye as she headed through the ticket barrier and I looked down at my phone; Contacts > [Name] > Edit > Delete Contact. I drove back home and finished packing my things, leaving the house the same day.

She didn’t text me and I never saw her again. I do check her Facebook every now and then, her daughter is 9 this year.

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