How one of [M]y most awkward hookups was also one of the hottest in my entire life

So too preface this; I’m a University Student, chronically unlucky in love, who has his hand in a few dating apps. 98% of the time I’m unsuccessful, a victim of chronic ghosting. And I don’t blame them – I don’t fit into your standard Tinder archetypes of “lanky eboy” or “himbo engineering student”. So when I match with someone, it’s a rarity. When she tells me to come over, well, that shit needs to be framed in a museum.

So I find myself marching over to hers, as she just so happens to be a few blocks away. She lives alone in a snazzy little apartment, living off her parents money. First impressions go a long way – she’s Filipino, 5″4, curvy, great legs and incredibly cute. Instant 10/10 from me. When we get to her room, I find it’s full of band posters, specifically ones from the Beatles and the Beach Boys. This instantly turned it up to 11 – I’m a sucker for a girl with good taste in music. After admiring the posters for a bit, I turned around to find her laying back on the bed with her legs open — I couldn’t see when I came in, as it was in the middle of the night, but she wasn’t wearing anything below the waist. It was at this point I almost lost control and dove into her. She was just too sexy for a mere mortal like myself. However, things started getting a bit strange.

She explained to me later, while cuddling, that she’d rolled her ankle earlier that day and was subsequently high on codeine. This meant that for most of it she was all over the place, asking to stop midway through things and being unable to get on top. She kept going on long impromptu rambles about how she doesn’t really do this sort of thing, and how her flatmate is always bringing girls home. As I’m a gracious partner, I said this was fine, and it was, since I like cuddling either way. But as we’re laying there, with her amazing legs draped around me, I found my hands drifting. As I slid my fingers over her pussy, it was soaked clean through. Without warning, she grabbed my wrist and shoved the fingers in, and almost spasmed with an incredibly satisfying *squelch*.

Something else that you should know about me; when it comes to sex, I don’t really mind if I cum or not, as long as my partner is enjoying themselves. Nothing turns me on as much as a woman in pleasure. I take special care during lovemaking to make sure that I see their legs shake. So hearing that *squelch* in response to my touch alone clicked something in my brain. I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, and a fog had set in. I curled up my fingers and clasped on to her G-spot. In seconds, she’d become a fountain, gushing everywhere. Her legs stuck out straight and shook violently. I saw her eyes roll back. She was in ecstasy, and so was I. So I let her know.

>Me: *Wow! That was so fucking hot!*
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>Her: **gibberish**
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>Me: *haha what?*
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>Her: *Do it again.*
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>Me: *Pardon?*

And at that, she grabbed on to my wrist with a vice grip, and plunged my hand back in there. She looked me in the eyes and hissed “Make me cum again. *Please*.”

I did as I was told. I went harder this time, faster, too. It was sounding like someone was slapping a plate of jello. And she was loving it. I mean, she grabbed my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. She mewed and begged and moaned like nothing I’d ever seen before. Before long, she’d once again gushed all over her bedspread, and a noticeable wet blotch was starting to appear. I lay beside her, waiting for her breathing to slow down. Or, at least, I tried.

>Me: *So you liked that, huh?*
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>Her: *Uh huh*
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>Me: *Well, you know what I’d like more?*
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>Her: *What?*

She hadn’t even gotten those words out yet before I pinned my fingers inside her again. Her back arched like she’d just been branded with a hot poker, and her lip trembled.

>Me: What I’d like, if you want me too, is to stay here all night and make you cum. Again.

I started moving my hand up and down, my palm rubbing against her clit as I churned her insides. She was losing the ability to even speak.

>Me: *And again. And again.* ***And again.***

As I finished, so did she, spurting all over my hand, wrist and the lower half of the bed. And thats how it went, for a solid hour. Her hand was rubbing up and down the bulge in my boxer briefs, but I wasn’t going to let her go just yet. I watched again and again as her legs opened, clenched and spasmed. I felt her hands run through my hair and pull at it with a vice grip. Her eyes rolled so far into the back of her head that they risked popping out entirely. Eventually, tho, we had to stop. Any more and she might’ve passed out, and I didn’t want that. She had work the next day and I couldn’t make her late, that’d be a dick move. So I suited up, kissed her goodnight and headed out.

Unfortunately for me, she joined the rank of women who’ve ghosted me by the next morning. I guess she felt embarrassed for being all rambly and high off her prescription painkillers. I thought it was cute, but she just wasn’t interested. Which is a shame, because I’d love nothing more than to go for another round or six. Z, if you’re out there, get in touch, I kinda sorta miss you.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j8adty/how_one_of_my_most_awkward_hookups_was_also_one