Fucking away those summer blues [f18/m19] [MF] (long)

*This is a true story. At the request of the fucked, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the masturbators, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.*

Cross the —line— for the good stuff.

Growing up I had a best friend, Sam, who I considered a brother for much of my life. That is until part way into high school when he started dating Sara and our paths diverged. Whereas I was obsessed with movies and memes, they were obsessed with each other and soon fell into hard drugs and other dangerous life choices. For my sanity I made the difficult choice to cut him out of my life.

A year after graduating high school I was home from college and got a shitty job at the local theater since I couldn’t get my shit together to get any internship. Most of my friends stayed in their respective college towns so I was pretty bored. I downloaded tinder out of a way to get some social interaction and cure my general debilitating horniness.

I picked out the few pictures that didn’t make me vomit, they showed off my skinny/waning 5’ 10” soccer build, my wavy short dark brown hair and generally Mediterranean/Asian/ambiguous features (generations of interracial marriage makes it really hard for your kids to fill out demographic forms FYI). But in all seriousness I love being mixed, and it certainly has made me more interesting to girls than I thought my anxiety would ever allow (sequel set ups are everywhere).

I tried a few bios but the one that garnered the most interest was offering to let anyone see a movie for free, which was disheartening in its relative effectiveness but hey I’d suck dick for free shit.

It was on a late weekday evening, I was gearing up to mop up and close everything down at the theater. It was pretty dead so I would periodically pull my phone out to sneak in a few frantic swipes.

After locking up for the night, I checked my phone while walking to my car. I had matched with Isabel without even realizing. She was someone I mostly only knew of from high school and probably interacted with fewer than 5 times total. I never thought much about her until that moment. She’s Indian with darker skin and is very attractive but would hide under baggier clothes. Isabel had a round face topped with curly hair that was wild in volume yet well maintained. Her curls often swung in front of her. deep brown eyes. She was petite in build, and had to be about 5ft flat.

Isabel was a grade below me and she just so happened to be Sara’s little sister. She was similarly in the outcast, stoner, artsy amorphous group that wasn’t too far from my social sphere of band geeks, theater geeks, and geeks of any kind. She was very much on the cooler end of that spectrum whereas my immediate friends were broke and pretty much just talked in circles about doing things while loitering in the high school parking lot. We’d almost always end up getting bored and going home to presumably masturbate ourselves to sleep (at least that was me).

I was involved in student council and some sports but I wasn’t really competitive or outgoing. I was (and am) a severely anxious and dorky guy.

I got to my car and considered not sending a message. She was the little sister of my former best friend’s long term (ex) girlfriend for Christ’s sake. But then I thought hey she’s cute, she swiped right, she’s 18 right out of high school, and I’m a horny motherfucker so why not. Plus I could get revenge on my life’s equivalent to Yoko Ono? Yeah what the hell.

I opened with “Hey! You went to Redacted high school right?” I obviously knew the answer but I always fuck up the opening or overthink it, so for one I went with my gut.
“Lol ya I’m sara’s sister”

She responded so quickly that I defaulted to small talk about college and our boring town. While still sitting in my car in the empty theater parking lot I decided to push the envelope much like my 6in dick was now pushing the elasticity of my corporate mandated black pants at the mere thought of a woman’s interest.

“So what are you looking for on here?” I cowardly put the ball in her court.
“Idk hang outs, free movies, nothing serious. You?”
“Yeah same, you wanna hang out sometime?”
“Lol sure”

I’m just that smooth.

We talked logistics and since we both lived with our parents, we ended up deciding to meet up in a restaurant parking lot the next night to decide where to “hang out”.

The next day I worked an earlier shift and told my parents I’d be home late since I was seeing a friend. I was so fucking nervous as I had only had sex with a couple girls at that point and nothing was as explicitly hookup-ish as this was.

I pulled up into the mostly empty restaurant parking lot in my banged up Ford bronco. In the far corner I saw her leaning against her family’s sedan with her head buried in her phone. Her hair was as wild as I remembered and she was wearing a baggy blue sweater with tight black jeans. I pulled up right next to her and waved as I unlocked the car. She climbed into the passenger seat and we made our awkward hellos.

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“So where should we go?” I asked with the car still running.
“Here seems fine, it’s pretty empty”

My heart rate tripled, I thought I’d have a little more time to get my nerves in check while we drove around.

I turned off the car but left the radio on some alt rock station. After an awkward pause that was only filled with the sound of an Arctic Monkeys song ending, I leaned over the center console to her and she met me halfway. Our first kiss was soft and off, but it quickly grew more wild with light bites and wrestling tongues. After just a minute of this awkward angle, she climbed over the console to straddle my lap.

We continued making out, biting each other’s necks while our hands wandered. She held a tight grip on my hair or neck while mine cupped her tight ass. My hands traced forward and up her sweater to cup her lacy bra covered breasts.

My hard dick was straining against my jeans and she started grinding into it with vigor. In the heat of the moment she went back a little too far and hit the horn on my steering wheel.

We immediately stopped to survey the area to see if anyone heard or cared. Satisfied that we were safe, we let out a relieved chuckle and I asked if we should go to the backseat.

80s Chevy Blazers are fairly spacious and thankfully have a couch-like backseat bench. We climbed over the console and made ourselves comfortable before we swiftly returned to making out. I had to bend my legs a bit but there was plenty of room for me to lay lengthwise on the bench with her on top of me.

We continued holding each other in this tight embrace as our lips continued to dance and maul each other. My hands found their way back to her tits which felt fuller than the sweater ever presented. My hands then wandered and made their way to her back where I started to fumble with her bra, unlocking it quicker than I expected.

“Nice” she chuckled before sitting up to remove her sweater, her hair bouncing as she pulled it off and threw it on the ground. She let her bra fall down her arms and I got a good look at her in the dim light. Isabel’s tits were full b cups (guestimating) with dark eraser nipples. Her stomach was tight and it suddenly reminded me that she also played sports through high school (in between hotboxing and making zines), I just never really associated her with that crowd. I felt her soft tits and hard nipples with my callused hands and pulled her back down into me as I tasted and sucked on her neck. My hand moved to form a firm grip on the back of her neck while my mouth moved down to her nipples, alternating my licks and sucks making sure neither felt left out of the fun.

She moaned my name as her left hand held tight on my hair. Her right hand started to make it’s way to my crotch. She fumbled with my mostly broken belt before I decided to be gracious enough to help.

She leaned slightly to the side as her eyes fixated on the bulge I was attempting to let free. She leaned over to fish it out of my boxers. It’s average in length but thick enough that her pointer finger and thumb couldn’t touch (I’ll brag when I can okay?). She got onto her knees on the ground went straight to blowing me with her soft lips. Her teeth grazed across my sensitive dick skin a couple of times but otherwise she sucked and licked my dick and balls with precision and lustful care.

As I was lost in the moist heaven of whatever her tongue was doing to my throbbing member, I started undoing her tight jeans as best I could. I pulled them down just far enough to feel the heat radiating from her the front of her panties. I rubbed the moist fabric and grazed my hand up and into her panties. My fingers lightly circled her clit as I began to explore her shaved pussy. She grinded into my hand as I let a finger slip into her. She shivered and sighed on my cock.

I finger fucked her slowly as my thumb circled her clit, introducing a second finger as she got wetter. I felt her pussy grip and release as she humped my palm in rhythm with her sucking.

I picked up the pace and soon felt her gush all over my hand, her lips putting my fingers in a vice grip.

She pulled up from my dick and let out a low guttural “fuuuck” as her hand grabbed my leg tightly.

“Did you…?” I trailed off.

“Yeah…did you bring a condom”

“Oh nice, uh yeah”

We shifted to sitting next to one another as she removed her pants and panties revealing her dark toned legs. I similarly undressed as best I could and rummaged through the pile of denim and cloth to find the condom I had brought in my jeans pocket.

I frantically rolled the condom onto my erect penis as I asked, “so how should we do it?”

“Missionary?” She replied, examining the space to see how inventive two horny teens could get.

I crouched up allowing her to lay down and laid myself atop her tight body. My protected dick nuzzled between her spread legs. I kissed her neck and nipples as I grinded our parts together. There wasn’t a lot of room as the seat back prevented my right arm from having much mobility, but as I stabilized myself I used my hand to direct into her waiting pussy.

“Nope, wrong hole”

“Oops sorry, bad angle”

“Uh-huh”

With the second time being the charm I inserted the tip into the correct spot. I got an inch in when she swiftly put her hand on my arm.

“Sorry, just need a sec”

“Sure Yeah of course”

“Okay go ahead, just go slow”

I began moving forward, slowly, as her tight wet pussy gripped my invading shaft. Eventually I was fully pressed into her with my hairy balls resting at the entrance to her asshole.

I pulled back and began a slow steady rhythm. With every thrust, I picked up some speed and she began humping back into me at each thrust. I had one hand tight on her thigh, holding it up to enhance our limited moveability, and the other on her head so that she wouldn’t end up hanging her noggin on the hard plastic arm rested we were inching towards with each movement. Her back was arched and her eyes were closed.

“Its getting a bit uncomfortable”

“Yeah wanna try something else?”

“I can ride you?”

“Sure!” I had never had a girl ride me before but I’m sure my excitement betrayed the fact. We arranged ourselves so that I was sitting up in the middle of the bench. She moved to straddle me. She sat down for a moment in my lap to adjust her fitting, her hot pussy juices dripped down my thighs as it pressed into my hard cock. She lifted up and guided me back where, in that moment in that parking lot on a Thursday, I belonged.

Her face scrunched up as she lowered ontome. Her hands were on my shoulders for balance, where her fingers squeezed into me as she bottomed out. She began to circle her hips and rock up and down on my cock.

My hands were firmly on her ass as I assisted in lifting her light frame up and down my cock. She was my fleshlight and I was her dildo. I felt up her tits as they bounced in our hasty animalistic fucking, tweaking her nipples, sucking them when they came near. Whereas we were slightly sweaty before, our skin was now brined in salt and our faces were drenched in sweat, saliva and everything else.

As she rode me harder with each bounce, I lightly slapped her ass which was met with a moan of approval. I increased the force and tried my best at dirty talk.

“You like that?”

“Mmm yeah”

I slapped her ass even harder, doing my best to brand it with a red outline of my fingers.

“Fuckkk” she let out as she increased her speed in fucking herself on me. My thumb found its way to her clit which I liberally, possibly too liberally, began to play with to bring her to climax.

Her pace increased and with that I made sure to encourage her with hearty slaps and a whisper in her ear to “take her punishment”. The dominance thing was a new sexual appetite I didn’t know I had until right then.

She moaned in agreement, “Yes harder please”

I tugged on hair to pull her head fully back and sucked up and down her neck and chest. My other hand slapped her ass as I felt her pussy tighten on me. Her body jerked and stiffened as she pushed to ride me harder through her orgasm.

“Fuckkk” she tensed up and slumped a bit into me.

She climbed off of me and pulled off my condom. She took my dick and began sucking on me again, making sure to get a taste of herself that she so graciously left on my thighs and balls. I ran my hands through her hair, as she sucked the life out of my. Usually it’s hard for a blowjob to make me cum, but with her tongue dancing around the head of my cock and her hand rubbing any part of my dick that wasn’t currently in her mouth, I was very close to erupting.

“Hey I’m gon-I’m gonna cum”

“Okay” she said mouth full of saliva and other fluids.

She increased her sucking and sure enough I was on the brink.

“Okay now I’m cummming” I filled her mouth with my cum. She very quickly swallowed most of my load, only allowing some to fall onto the fabric of the bench seat.

We took a minute to breathe before we started getting our stuff together.

“So…” I started “… that was pretty fun”

“Yeah” she smiled at me.

“Cool we should hookup again sometime” I said but mostly asked.

“Definitely, I’ll text you”

She did end up texting me a couple nights later and we very quickly became hometown fuckbuddies. We realized quickly we didn’t have much in common so we came to a silent understanding that any interaction we had was strictly about fucking. Over the years we would booty call one another anytime we were both back in town and horny as hell. We mostly fucked in our cars which resulted in cops catching us twice, but hey that’s small town life.

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