Digging up an old one here. This post is about Molly, the sexy Latina boardgamer I had an ongoing fuckbuddy relationship with a few years ago. Actually it covers our first three encounters. Also, I do not actually play board games and can’t bring myself to make game-sex puns. But you’re welcome to do so in comments! Make me laugh, I dare you.
At the time of this I was 28, 6-ft, 195 lbs. Gym-goer, with brown hair, green eyes. At this point in my life I was a lot more promiscuous and hadn’t found the perfect partner (which I since have) but I’d made the decision that year to explore a lot more and try to find FWB interested in things like groups and swapping partners. I’d definitely say it was somewhat of a late New Years Resolution. And that’s how I met Molly. She was actually looking for a second fuckbuddy. That’s right, this sly gal already had one dick on call, but was insatiable enough to need another.
She responded to a dirtyr4r post I made with her kik and a description of herself: 26, 5’2, 140, works out often, is in good shape. Long, dark brown hair. First of all, I had no idea how tiny 5’2 really was. It’s throw-her-over-your-shoulder tiny.
We swapped photos via kik after she admitted that she was very picky about guys she slept with. Attraction would be important. I sent my pic with bated breath. She liked it enough that I’d earned a drink with her. Boom! And her pic, needless to say, impressed the hell out of me. I was excited. We set a date.
We agreed on a bar on a late Saturday night. I had to work late, and headed straight there without stopping to shower and change (it was an office job, so I didn’t look bad). I knew that no matter how the night went though, I would not be able to let her do anything to me. I’m a hygiene freak. To a ridiculous extent. Meeting someone without being freshly showered was a huge step for me. Growing up!
I got there first. It was quiet for a Saturday night at 10:30. I got a little table and messaged her. She walked over a couple minutes later. And I was blown away. The smile on this girl! Not to mention her body. She wore a sexy leather (?) jacket and looked just like you hope every blind date will. Her smile was that nervous yet confident one you see worn by girls who have life by the balls, but are trying a new juggling act. The waitress (whom I swore I went to school with her) brought us our first round. We liked each other’s beer better and switched. I felt immediately at ease with her.
Quite a bit about our careers, lives, past relationship drama. The perils of searching for hookups on Reddit. She said she had a FWB already. But she was intrigued because, while she never intended on responding to a Reddit post (she looks at the personals for fun), she could tell from my post history that I might be someone she could have fun with. And I was eloquent, educated, respectful. These things mattered to her, and they matter greatly to me.
Throughout this, by the way, she was being eyed by a dude sitting behind me, who was with his own girl. Yes, she was the kind of girl you stared through your GF to look at. That turned me on a lot.
Three hours went by. Somehow. Still can’t believe we hung out that long. I don’t do that at bars. But being able to hold a conversation with someone is important to me, and clearly I hadn’t bored her too much. One thing I made very clear was that I did not expect this to go any further than us having a drink. She’d reiterated how attraction was important to her. And I know how some guys feel entitled to something more on “dates” like this. So we decided it was late and we should head out.
We’d parked near each other. We walked together, and I saw how petite she really was. We got to her car and I awkwardly (because I am awkward) said something like, “Well, let me know if you want to have another drink sometime” and then, when she kept smiling and wasn’t breaking away, “I don’t usually make the first move.” This isn’t exactly true. I make the first move a lot. But I was nervous about a) was I attractive to her? and b) I had not taken my second shower of the day yet. And she said, “Well, I’d make out with you right now.”
And that was all I needed. I stepped toward her, pulled her in, hand on her chin to turn her lips up towards mine, and kissed her. She was kissing me through that mischievous smile, I could feel it. Her tongue darted past my lips, over my own. Her hands gripped my shirt and she moved in closer. She rubbed up against me, needing to feel how hard I was. A group of college guys walked by and cheered us on. A few minutes later a car drove by and catcalled her. We laughed and continued making out on the sidewalk for fifteen minutes. I nibbled at her neck, her shoulder, daring to squeeze her ass in public. She responded with soft moans, pressing against my erection with her own eager body.
“I’m debating whether to invite you back to my place or not,” she said.
I don’t know what dumb response I gave. But it led her to decide “yes”, and we parted for our cars, and she messaged me her address. It was blessedly nearby.
We met at her house and went in. The roommates were out or in bed. Molly warned me we’d have to be quiet. We went to her room, and I got an even better sense of who she was. I liked what I saw. I let her know that tonight would be about her. She didn’t mind that at all. We continued kissing, all the while I felt her up. I love feeling a woman’s body through her clothes, and then exploring again once they’ve been shed. Every moment, you know? When I got her clothes off…fuck. I’d really fallen into something special. Molly is fit. And small. I feel like I could throw her pretty far. At least set her up on a pretty high shelf. Her breasts are perfect, fitting in my hands so that I can firmly massage them entirely while pinching and pulling her nipples. Her nipples get extremely hard too, which I go crazy for. She said later her breasts aren’t usually sensitive, they must just like me.
I explored her body with my hands and mouth, returning to her lips often, but biting her shoulder and tenderly kissing along her neck, breasts, stomach. When I couldn’t wait anymore, I kissed her pussy through her panties. She gasped. I licked along her inner thigh, traced my tongue over her panties, finding her clit through the fabric. Once her panties were wet, we took them off.
She’d asked me whether I preferred shaved or not. I don’t care. I like women confident in their bodies and sexuality. She hadn’t shaven smooth, but her pussy was bare, glistening. Absolutely the perfect look. I probably don’t enjoy anything as much as performing oral sex on my partner. Molly was a lot of fun to go down on. Too much fun. She was very responsive, quick to bring to the brink, communicative in what she liked and wanted me to keep doing. Being a tease, and loving to draw out a session, I mixed it up quite a bit. Kissing softly, kissing harder; blowing cool air on her skin when she got hot; teasing her hole with my tongue, running it up and massaging her labia. Quick flicks at her clit, and long, wet strokes. Pressure on her clit, intense, sustained pressure and rhythmic movement. And eventually, introducing my fingers at the same time.
That was what our first night consisted of. In my memory now, I want to say she came twice. But actually, it may have been only once, or maybe several more. When she was exhausted she said, “What about you?” But alas, I couldn’t. The freak in me is not that freaky. I would have needed to shower first. It was so hard to turn her down, after all, would I see her again? She got dressed and walked me down, confirming that she would. I went home, very satisfied.
Molly appreciated the FWB relationship for the same reasons I do. One hot aspect of that relationship is the booty call.
We’d messaged a couple times since that night. But on a night that we were both busy, I found myself especially hoping to hook up with her again. And I’d already taken my third shower, so no outs for me this time. She was busy too, but after messaging for awhile, she gave in. She said I could come over, but I’d probably have to be social with her friends for a bit. Ugh, the things I do for a hot girl.
They were actually very cool. It couldn’t have been more obvious that I was a fuck buddy, but they were very chill. So was she. And I. We were all very chill. Then she took me up to her room. We started out similar to the previous encounter; slowly undressing her, making out, exploring her body. Going down on her. She stopped me and started undoing the buttons on my shirt. I admitted I’d sewn on an extra to make it more difficult. When my clothes were off, she got down on her knees beside the bed and took me in her mouth. Fuck, her mouth felt so good. I’d been dreaming of this girl sucking me off. And she gave head like a fucking expert. She’d admitted she had trouble deepthroating, and she didn’t get far with me. “You are a mouthful,” she remarked.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Thicker than I’m used to.”
As a guy, that’s always a huge turn-on to hear. She continued eagerly blowing me until my erection was absolutely demanding her pussy. I moved her to the bed and positioned myself over her, and proceeded to tease her a bit. Rubbing the length of my cock along her clit and pussy, getting myself wet with her, finally entering just the head of my cock. She looked up at me with wide eyes, an open mouth gasping, that expression that screams “Fuck me”. I slid into her and her body jolted, a full reaction to me inside her. I leaned down to kiss her as we fucked. We fucked missionary for awhile until rolling over, her on top of me. She lowered onto me slowly, taking me in inch by inch while I massaged her breasts and held her throat. When I put my hands around her waist I marveled at how huge they looked on her body. She rode me faster. We switched positions again.
I pulled Molly to the end of the bed to fuck her. I get a lot better traction with my feet firmly on the floor. And I love watching my cock move in and out, getting creamed on and soaked. I couldn’t resist pulling out and going down on her, tasting her cum and used pussy. We fucked for awhile like this, me alternating between eating her out and pounding her, until she was too tired. I hadn’t cum yet, but I assured her it wasn’t a big deal; I last awhile, and sometimes I don’t cum at all. This only seemed to make her more excited.
“You’re more fun than my other FWB.” That was probably my favorite comment of the night.
The next night with Molly was still hot, but my body did rebel against me. I’d gotten a tattoo the day before, and for whatever reason it was extremely sore the next day, and I’d even gotten a bad headache. So that afternoon I took some painkillers.
Molly and I had been messaging all evening until she admitted, “I’m not doing anything productive…” I took the hint and said I’d be over shortly.
We went up to her room again and chatted for a bit before I couldn’t resist pulling her in and kissing her. She lost her shirt and bra and I sat on the edge of the bed with her standing in front of me, just adoring her body. Flat stomach with perky breasts. Killer combo.
She took off my pants and went down on me again. She was so eager, it seemed like she’d been dying to get me in her mouth for a week. One of the best blowjobs I’ve ever gotten. I didn’t want to blow early, so I moved her up on the bed and got her undressed, and went down on her in turn. She tasted amazing. I couldn’t resist fucking her, and finally thrust into her. She was so responsive, loving it. Instead of keeping up my momentum though, I decided to alternate eating her out. At this point she admitted something incredibly hot: she’d already been fucked earlier that night by her other guy, but really wanted to experience two guys in one day. I told her how turned on I was but that “You shouldn’t have showered. I’d love to fuck your used pussy after you’ve been filled with his cum.”
This got her off pretty fast as I ate her out and stretched her with my fingers, and then my cock. Dirty talk continued throughout
as we discovered we share some of the same kinks and interest in bondage (never did get there). She also found out I’m able to cum without being fully hard. Or at least, sorta. Ha. I gushed a ton over her pussy and thighs, but never felt a full orgasm. So either it was some crazy precum, or I was really that numb due to the painkillers. Either way, it was still an amazing night with her.
I also learned that she was okay with me cumming inside her next time. Boom. That’s a third boom.
We chatted a bit more and joked around as she got dressed. Kissing her goodbye at the door, I promised her the next time would be a bit more…rough. But we never did meet again. She got a boyfriend (an as yet unheard-of third guy?) and broke it off. She messaged me once several months later but by then I had met my current partners. Still, resolution achieved. Game won.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kqgqdy/i_fucked_a_tight_gamer_for_all_the_vps_mf