I’ve decided to write a fictionalized version based on true experiences I had with this Girl. Those months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds I spent with her were euphoric. I can go as far and say she might’ve spoiled me. You might’ve seen the manic pixie dream girl in the movies, and she was mine. My erotic manic pixie dream girl. All the names, places are fictional but not the experiences. Let’s call her Jenna and without any delay, I will start my story:
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Jenna, 21, a brunette with blue eyes who makes your heart skip several beats when she looks into your eyes. She is athletic (gym freak) and flexible, very flexible, you can’t imagine the positions she could go at it. She’s 5 feet 6 inches. And I (21) am pretty much an average guy, down there and also at looks. I am 6 feet 1 inches tall.
One fine day, I was determined to go to the gym and loose the belly I used have (emphasis on used to. Cause I don’t have now, and all the credit goes to her. She showed me gym was not the only solution to loose belly). Going to gym was the best decision I took because I saw Jenna for the first time at the gym. She was on the treadmill, running. She was wearing a sports bra and high-wait leggings with sweat dripping down her forehead and arms. As an average guy who dreams of being with her or at least banging her, I let myself just dream and not act on it, considering the odds.
The only available treadmill was behind her or it might be the only treadmill I could see her from. While I was slowly warming up to jog, I could see her sweating back and perfectly toned ass. I had a bulge in my pants right away and I’m pretty sure the girl using the treadmill next to me observed it. As she was running, her ass was jumping up and down a little bit. Her back was sweating a lot, which only made her look hot and made me excited. I couldn’t stay there for long but I tried. She might’ve been 30 minutes into the running. She slowly stopped, took her sweat cloth and walked away while wiping down her arms. She glanced at me while she going away, just for a very fraction of second but she did. I couldn’t be there anymore. I rushed to the washroom. I walked into a stall, took a couple of tissues and closed my eyes. I was imagining her: Her ass, that dripping sweat I want to feel on my body. I started to beat to it. That ass, that back, the sweat… I came very quickly, that’s the level of excitement I was trying to hold.
If this was a movie I would insert a montage here. I saw her most of the times at gym, went back home and beat the hell out of my junk. If I had a superpower, I wished I was invisible and wanted to fap to her while watching her work out. During those fast forward moments, she once walked to me as I was using the machine she ran earlier and left her airpods case there. She smiled and left. It might be the first time I saw her that close. It was the first time I observed her eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes and I never thought I would be much closer to her. And as usual, I fapped to her that evening too. I started to stalk her on Facebook, her Instagram was private. As I increase the speed of the montage, I used to see her on the bus, gym and a bar. She saw me a couple of times and smiled. Oh yeah! At the bar: I’ve seen her with a couple of girls, thought she was lesbian and saw with some boys very close, thought she has a boyfriend. I won’t bore you anymore. Cut to:
5 months later, one fine evening at the bar. I was ordering a drink for myself and a friend and she walked to the bar to pick up drink. She recognized me and smiled. She was with some of her girlfriends. She introduced herself and we talked for a couple of minutes until her friends called her. I looked at her as she walked back to her friends. She was wearing a bareback dress, that was hanging on her boobs. Couple of drinks and some live music later, I was drunk and so was she. We started to dance, me with my friend and she with hers. I slowly moved to her while dancing and was dancing beside her. She saw me and was enjoying the music. She was pretty much sloshed, so was I.
I know it happened but didn’t remember how it happened but my friend swears I pulled her and kissed. He said she pushed me away, a little and continued to dance. He said after a couple of songs, I tried to kiss her again and she kissed me back this time. I remember kissing her but I don’t remember being rejected for the first time. We were there, standing in the dancing crowd, kissing each other. I remember how her lipstick tasted or it may be from many other encounters we had but I remember her lips tasted strawberries and beers. We were very drunk, and my arms were around her waist and her her arms were around my neck. We went on for couple of songs. That strawberry and beer tasted lips gave me high and excitement. My right hand slowly moved from her waist to her bareback, slowly moving towards her head as I feel her skin, flawless skin. I held her head and we were going on like there was no one around us. Her boobs were pressed against my chest and my bulge inches away from her. That’s the last thing I remember being at that pub on that night.
While we talked earlier, I learnt that we live near nearby, a couple of streets apart. So, the next thing I remember is being in cab with her and her friend (roommate, call her Linda). We were sitting in the backseat, making out. She was lying on her back and I am on the top with her legs wrapped around my waist. We had our tongues down each others throat as I slowly rubbed my bulge over her dress. It felt like we just started but we reached our destination. We got out of the cab and we stood there, not knowing what to say. I had a grin over my face. As I looked at her, her lipstick was smeared all over her face and probably mine. I wiped down my mouth and looked at her hair, it was very messy.
We said our goodbyes and goodnights, and I left. And I thought that was it, that was the extent of my dream coming true: my tongue down her throat and my penis grinded over her dress. Little did I know I will have my cock down her throat, have my lips over her pussy and have me being handcuffed while we were going at it, wild. I walked back to my room as I embraced that I’ve at least got somewhere with her.
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I promise the next chapter won’t be this high-schooly because the next time I got to see that beautifully toned body under that sports bra and leggings, the pussy under that panties and death by pleasure, and I intend to describe it in detail. In coming chapters, you will read about every sexual desire of an average young adult being satisfied by this one girl and you’ll understand why she spoiled me for the next coming girls in my life.
Hoping you like what you read and let me know if I should continue with the next chapter of our story or just shove it! Thanks!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mb9bpi/mf_an_euphoric_experience_chapter_1_sweat_alcohol