[MF] Playing a risky game with my stoner FWB

I’ve had a lot of strange experiences, mostly ones that I willingly put myself through because I’m a bit of a dummy with poor impulse control. Reader, you may remember [my first story ever posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/irjxa2/mf_my_first_date_with_a_stoner_chick/), in which I went on a “date”(?) with a grungy stoner chick named Gina. To say Gina and I hit it off is probably an overstatement. We didn’t really. We kind of just shot the shit until we were ready to have unprotected sex a couple hours after meeting.

Furthermore, you may recall that upon reaching the precipice of said risky coitus, I announced the imminent release of ejaculate. Gina’s response was simply to inform me that she’s not on birth control meekly, as if it was totally unrelated to the task at hand. Her words and actions were that of someone just sort of passively accepting what is happening. Like, ‘Oh, you’re gonna get me pregnant? Okay, I guess.’

The thing is, both of us were very much against having a child with a stranger. And yet there she was waiting for ME to make the right choice (LO fucking L) and there I was waiting until 0.001 seconds were left on the clock to pull out. The fact that I didn’t impregnate this goofy ass hippie chick might have been an impressive show of discipline on my part, IF I hadn’t continued to see her after that night.

But of course, I’m a dummy. So she and I hung out for a few months, mostly just acting like friends and then boning. Sometimes I pulled out, sometimes I didn’t. She never got on birth control. I would reiterate what a mess this girl was but let’s be honest, it takes 2 to tango. Gina DID NOT want to get pregnant. She didn’t have a breeding kink. She simply could not bring herself to stop mid-sex. No matter how bad of an idea it was, she always just went with it.

The weird thing of it was that Gina was not particularly sexual, or at least she wasn’t open about it. Honestly she seemed almost embarrassed that she even enjoyed sex. I on the other hand was a big ol slut that had a growing obsession with risky creampies. Despite us being totally incompatible, we somehow just fell into a nice little groove whenever we fucked. Gina wasn’t a huge talker, she didn’t put on a show, but I grew to understand her body language in a way.

One day, Gina came over to mine wearing a flannel, a band-t and some skinny jeans with chucks. We hung out like always, making small talk while listening to music. Normally we could spend an hour or so talking video games and watching music videos before we randomly decided to play pregnancy roulette. On this particular day I think we were listening to The Less I Know The Better by Tame Impala or maybe something by Glass Animals when suddenly the mood struck.

I’m sure I complimented her breathtaking brown eyes, and she probably smiled and looked down because she’s bashful for whatever reason. Then I leaned in and kissed her tenderly as she glanced back up at me. We had been sitting on my bed on our knees, so I sort of crawled into her space and she laid back, allowing me to get on top of her. Even though we made no sense together, I still liked to be sweet with Gina.

I could tell she liked tender stuff, and I’m a gentleman(whore) so I wanted her to have an optimal experience. As I kissed her soft lips I squeezed her hips and traced my fingers up her sides, along her ribs. Gina had 2 big weaknesses: her hips and her neck. She acted like the most chill, nonchalant skater chick, but if you planted your hands on her hips and gave her kisses around her neck, she was putty.

Once I had massaged her hips for a good minute or so I started to grind her into me, dry humping a bit through our jeans. Not the best, but Gina’s a slow-burn gal. You can’t just flip her switch if you want the best results, you gotta work for it a bit. I broke our kiss to initiate phase 2 of my plot: neck smooches. With each kiss along her collarbone and shoulders she was letting out the softest, tiniest moans.

For a few seconds we pulled apart to shed most of our clothes, leaving me in a pair of boxer briefs and her in a pair of panties that were soaking through on the crotch. I disregarded her tits for the time being so that I could embrace her, pressing our bare chests together. She was melting like butter as I ran my fingers through her shaggy hair. Her firm, petite body coiled into me as I tugged her hips into mine, our humping felt significantly better with only cotton between us.

I could feel her pussy juice and my precum seeping through and mixing together, so I took out the middle-man, shedding our underwear. When I pulled hers off though I took a look at her perfect little pussy and got a tad lost. Gina had a very low-maintenance, borderline unwashed vibe going on but her pussy was always clean shaven and immaculate as can be.

As much as I love spreading a healthy pair of meat curtains, there was something wonderfully simple and soothingly symmetrical about her innie. Gina had that quintessential minimalist pussy. Tidy little inner lips tucked away. Tiny sensitive love button sitting top and center, waiting to be toyed with. But I’m getting sidetracked talking about Gina’s glorious box. I digress. When confronted with an artistically flawless pussy I did what I always do, I devoured her.

I dove face first between her legs and licked up her slit until my tongue flicked across her clit. With kisses and nibbles along her inner thighs I drove her up the wall. My technique oscillated between frantically hungry and laser-focused. Every time her leg went rigid or her thighs lightly squeezed my head, I considered that a win. She was a self-conscious girl so I knew my time down there was limited. Truthfully though, I could have lived in that moment. Breathing in her scent, tasting her while she moaned softly and hid her eyes with her bangs.

But sadly after a minute or two of lapping at her soaking wet lips like a dog at a water bowl, she brought me back up to her. She blushed as she wiped her juices off my chin and lips. Wordlessly we both felt my cock glide along her drenched entrance. We ground our hips together a few times until the tilt of our hips angled just right and I slipped inside. With the help of her juices and my precum smeared all over and leaking out like a faucet, I sunk right down to the root.

For a second I just held her while we slowly rocked our hips. There’s this feeling I get when I’m with somebody for a while where I just like to soak in the way they feel all over again. It’s like giving an old friend a hug for the first time in forever or slipping into a bath after a long day. I’m not sentimental about much but I am sentimental about that initial penetration. She felt warm wrapped around me.

Continuing my smooch assault on her neck, I rolled over onto my side bringing her with me. I liked this position because we both had control and it was also kind of cute and intimate. We could look into each other’s eyes, I could stare into her delightfully awkward, blushing face while I slid my cock fully into and out of her. She was at least less bashful when we were straight fucking, probably because I wasn’t staring lovingly directly into her snatch.

So anyway, there we laid parallel on the sheets thrusting into each other. My hands felt her up and guided her hips while her hands drug gently down my back, digging her fingers in every so slightly along the way. Her muffled moans and ragged breathing was sending me over the edge so I gave her the usual fair warning, “Fuck, I’m going to cum soon.” And she disregarded it as usual, opting instead to drop her hips down harder and grunt as the tip of my cock pushed against the back of her tight little cunt.

Normally I would have just gone with the flow but today I wanted to coax a reaction out of her. So I withdrew my dick, only the head rested between her slit. “I’m getting too close, should I pull out?”

“Um, I don’t know. D-do what you want,” she replied as I slid halfway back in. Her face was getting hot and flush as I looked at her.

“What do you want? Do you want me to fill you up?” I thrust all the way, burying my cock to the hilt and rotating my hips a little. I could feel her meeting my thrust, pressing into me to submerge my dick even deeper.

“Mm, fuck,” she whimpered, letting out a stifled moan. Her eyes closed tightly, she buried her face in my chest while she rolled her hips into mine. “I don’t know how to say it,” she conceded.

“Well you know we shouldn’t but you haven’t told me not to, so…”

“Yeah?” She groaned like I was making her do a calculus problem. I was still steadily plunging balls deep into her wet pussy while we talked.

“Do you want it inside?”

“Mhm,” her voice wavered as we both edged closer.

“Tell me,” I whispered as I started to thrust faster and faster. Her hips started to tremble as she let me take the lead.

“Fuck, dude,”she let out. I nearly laughed my ass off at her calling me that mid-fuck but I was too entrenched in my mission. “Do it… inside”

“Yeah?” Each stroke was driving so deep, I was unraveling in her arms.

But still I held out until like a mouse she whispered, “Cum,” and started to tense up in her core as her snug little pussy milked me for all I was worth, “In… me.” She gasped as she shook. We embraced to stabilize ourselves as my hips thrashed a bit and she went rigid and burrowed into my arms.

Finally, I felt my last shred of restraint give way. With pulse after throbbing pulse I splattered the inside of her fertile, unprotected pussy with my thick white seed. I don’t know if it was her lack of birth control or the fact that I had gotten her to admit she was a little horndog, but I came so incredibly hard. As I pumped her full, I held her tight and kissed her forehead, then her cheek. Then I tilted her chin up and kissed her directly while I flexed inside her. As I pulled away to look at her pretty face and catch my breath she hid once again.

“You’re so filthy, dude,” she laughed.

“But you like it, right?” I teased.

“I mean, yeah…” she relented. As she snuggled in close and kissed my bicep we basked in the magnificent afterglow of our dipshit decision.

The months I spent filling Gina up with cum like we were trying to make a baby were easily one of the best periods of my life. Also the dumbest. I probably spent hundreds of dollars on emergency contraception that quarter, Gina even offered to buy it a couple times in the heat of the moment. As if I needed her to sweeten the pot. I’m glad the universe saw fit to allow us our risky fun, free of much consequence. I think we could all use a fling like what I had with Gina. Something sweet and innocent but also filthy and primal. The best things in life are often the simplest.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jv0hmp/mf_playing_a_risky_game_with_my_stoner_fwb