My first time with a man [fM]

aka: How I met my FWB.

This summer was a little wild, I’ll admit. Call me Donna Sheridan because I fucked three men this summer.

I moved back home with my parents due to the virus and finished up my grueling semester online. Taking physics and organic chemistry in person and switching to online lectures was not an easy task.

It was March, and I was bored and horny. I hadn’t fucked since my one night stand in February. I decided to turn change my Tinder settings from “Women” to “Everyone.” Started swiping. I don’t typically swipe right on men, but when I do, it’s usually a match and I am still surprised *every* time. Little did I know this swipe would turn into a great few months..

I swiped right on a man in his early forties. Dark hair, pretty outdoorsy. Clearly divorced. He messaged me a few minutes after. I remember my bio said “swipe right for animal facts” or something of the sort. I told him about how rabbits are coprophages. One thing lead to another and we started talking about our sexual histories. Teased him about my Reddit account. I told him I’ve never had sex with a man, but if I did, I’d want him to be older. He fit the bill.

A couple nights later I’m driving to his house. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going until after the fact. I arrived, knocked on the door. He opens it. I’m shaking with my eyes probably super wide. I immediately started petting his cat. Eventually I moved to the couch. He asked me what he could do to make me more comfortable. Lots of small talk happened. I sure wasn’t going to make the first move, so thank god he leaned in first.

The first thing that surprised me about men besides the smell (he didn’t smell bad!) was the scruff. It was super rough on my face. However, I grew to like it. (Now, I’ll actively search for bearded men, haha!) My clothes come off first. I’m in my bra and underwear on his couch with him over me. The second thing that surprised me about men was the *bulge.* He was pressing it in between my thighs through his jeans. This became a regular occurrence.

We then move to his bed. I watch him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. His slides off his jeans while spreading my legs apart. His mouth is on my clit, but all I could think about is his scruff on my thighs. He comes back up to kiss me. I always love tasting myself on my partner’s lips. He’s over me again, and I instinctively grabbed for what I thought was going to be a breast. He teased me because there was nothing to grab.

We’re both naked at this point. I remember my inhale through my nose when he took off his underwear. I was not used to seeing a penis. He tells me to get on my back and enters me super slowly.
I remember my friends telling me that the first time he goes in is the best. *They were right.* It felt good.

We tried different positions. I didn’t know what I enjoyed with men. I’m sure he was glad it was him I was experimenting with. He told me to turn around. He mounts me from behind. I liked that. A lot. To the point of me gripping the sheets with my face against the mattress.

Eventually we wrap it up for the night. I have to leave early in the morning to attend my lecture.
“So I’ll see you next Tuesday?”

I laughed at his question. I wasn’t really looking for a long term thing. That next Tuesday I probably had one of the best fucks to date.

*Now, I will say every time I went out in public I still social distanced and wore a mask. Besides fucking 40-somethings, I still maintained all my state’s guidelines*

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/iomatp/my_first_time_with_a_man_fm