Despite how many of the stories I tell — or many of the things I do in real life — portray me as cocky, bold, or extroverted I am, in fact, deeply shy. At some point along life’s path I realized that my ambitions were greater than my nature would allow; so I had to pretend to be confident and affable even when I knew it wasn’t really the truth.
This story takes place while I was still learning that lesson and was getting my feet wet with figuring out how to meet people. I had stumbled happily into two relationships prior to that point and learned a lot, but the introductions to those people had been flukes and I didn’t know how to replicate that. Luckily, the Internet was brimming with opportunities at that time and MySpace had just come out and HotOrNot-dot-com was a thing.
I had joined HotOrNot after my last girlfriend and I had broken up. I had heard my sister talking about it to some of her friends and I was intrigued. For those of you who don’t know, it was a site for posting a single photo and asking the Internet to rate you 1 – 10 from NOT to HOT. The hotter you were the more the algorithm would show you to other hot people and vice versa. I had the good fortune of having a really good photo of me taken recently and I added it to the site and was getting a lot of 7 – 9s and had an average of 8.3 or something like that. I was stoked, having thought that I was going to be a 5 or 6 at best. One of the cool features of the site was that you could “Meet Me” with people that you had rated highly. It was like a very early Tinder, where you could collect matches, but you couldn’t talk to them unless you paid $15.00 for a month of communication. Well I was clicking on “match” for all the hot girls I rated and some of them were matching me back. I wasn’t about to drop any money on talking to them, but it was a confidence boost to know I was wanted. One day someone that was so absurdly attractive that I couldn’t believe it matched with me and I caved and signed-up. They never responded — sadly — but I capitalized on the 30 days I had available and started shotgun messaging everyone.
A lot of other people replied — three or four will end up in future stories I write and share — and one of them was named Michelle. She was really cute, petite, bright green eyes, dark blonde hair, and a great smile. She gave me her AIM messenger handle right away and we got to chatting. Normal conversation lasted for about five minutes before things turned overtly sexual. She e-mailed me a few PG photos of herself and some of her college friends. I sent her a few more pics of me. She sent me a topless photo of her laying on the bed, legs spread wide, one thumb pulling down her panties to show off a tiny little tattoo on her hip. She looked like a girl that loved to fuck and she had the most intriguing puffy nipples; I had never seen puffy nips before and I was very turned on by them. I sent her a few solo photos I had of myself, then she sent me back another of her fully nude, biting her bottom lip, cupping her little breasts and showing off her shaved pussy. I was in lust.
We traded phone numbers and talked for a few days. She had a sweet, demure, little voice and talked about sex constantly. She was from my area originally, but was going to school a few states away. She had gotten lucky and had a dorm room all to herself, so she spent a lot of her non-school time alone in her room chatting with guys like me and masturbating. Within a week she invited me to come down to visit her and I — the lonely horndog — decided it was a good idea. I took a vacation day on a Friday, jumped in my car, and drove to see her at her school. The whole drive I wondered if I was dumb. Was this a bad idea? Was she even real? Was this some guy tricking me into a bad situation? When I got there, I called her on her cell, she told me where to walk, and then I met her. She was the real deal and she was sexy as hell. Just my type. She walked me up to her room and I put down my bag. We talked like normal kids for a while before she smiled and said “So are you going to fuck me, or what?”
I smiled and moved in to kiss her. She wanted me bad and I wanted her. Within a minute we were both buck naked, on her bed, lips entangled, and hands all over each other. I kissed her neck passionately and she grabbed my butt, I think she was trying to move me close so I could thrust into her right away. I wasn’t trying to rush — I was supposed to be there for two days — so I moved my way down her body to get to her nipples. I wanted to know what those puffy beautiful things would feel like to my lips. I sucked on one, taking the areola into my mouth completely and it was amazingly soft. The skin was so smooth and so supple. I felt the tip of her nipple harden, but the rest stayed soft and puffy no matter what I did. I switched my mouth to the other one, taking the first in between my thumb and forefinger and gently rolling it back and forth.
“Keep going.” She demanded. “You have to kiss my tattoo if you want to fuck me.” I looked at her quizzically, but she was being dead serious. She pointed at the little dragonfly tattoo on her hip and said “Kiss it. You can only stay in my dorm if you kiss it.”
So I kissed it and she moaned. I was starting to get the distinct impression she wanted to be in control.
I kissed it again, then her pierced belly button, then kissed her pelvic bones, then the V-line that led to her tiny little pussy. “Fuck me!” she demanded again. I decided I was going to be in control in that moment. I paid the price she asked by kissing her ink, but she was not going to be in charge. I spread her legs apart and pushed held them away. I took up a position where my hips connected to hers, but my cock sat an inch or so above her snatch. I lowered myself down and placed my hard dick on her mons and tummy. I wanted her to see how deep I was going to be when I finally pushed inside her. “Fuck me! Now!”
I moved back far enough to thrust inside her, but I didn’t. I just sat there for a minute watching her face. She was fixated on my cock and her pussy. She wanted to watch me enter her and it was turning me on like crazy. I moved back farther and got into a position to go down on her. She begged me to fuck her, but I smiled and shook my head “no” showing her that I was going to do exactly what I wanted. I went right for her clitoris with my lips and started to suck at her wetness. I put two fingers insider her immediately and began to massage her as I licked from my fingers to the top of the hood of her clit over and over as she covered her mouth to hold in the moans. It took 45 seconds for her to cum and gush a little all over my fingers. She demanded, again, that I fuck her, but I wasn’t ready. I wanted to taste her more. A minute later she came again, then again. She had stopped covering her mouth and was just screaming in joy.
“Now…” I stopped suddenly, “I’m going to fuck you.”
“Yesssss, pleaseeeee.”
So I did. I rubbed the head of my fat cock up and down her overly wet pussy and entered her easily. This girl was built for fucking. We went at it for only a few minutes before I had to pull out and cum all over her hairless pussy. My body was shaking and so was hers.
I lay down next to her and she nuzzled her head into my chest and started to coo in satisfaction. “I like you.” She said to me. “I like you too.” I whispered back cockily.
Over the next few days we did a few relatively normal things you might do at a college campus. We played racquetball, ate at the cafe, went to a party with her friends. Mostly, however, we fucked. In the course of the first twenty-four hours we were together we had sex 10 times. As in I came 10 times, to her dozens. I spent hours going down on her, finger fucking her, watching her suck my dick, and hearing some of the best dirty talk of my life to that point. I don’t know how she was able to fuck that much without tapping out. Everyone else I had been with would start to get sore, or need to take long breaks in between, but this girl was insatiable.
Interestingly, my last day there, while I was packing up, she sat down at her computer and logged on to HotOrNot. I watched as she started to rate more guys and send a few messages. She pulled up her IM and she had a dozen or more missed messages from the past few days — all from guys who were surprised they hadn’t heard from her and asking if she was okay.
She popped open an e-mail and I watched as she copied the driving instructions she had sent me the week before and pasted them into a message for some other guy. I asked her about it casually; I wasn’t jealous — I had just fucked her for hours — but I was confused.
“Oh, yeah, he’s my friend.” She said.
“A friend? And he’s coming to visit you here like I did?”
“Well, no, not like you did. He’s just a friend.”
“From HotOrNot?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to fuck him?”
She paused. “No. No… I only want to fuck you now. In fact, I’ll tell him not to come.”
“No, no, that is cool. If he is your friend and you want to hang out you should.”
“Okay. Good.”
I realized right then, that this was her M.O. This was why she could take cock like a champ. She was fucking everyone. She probably had 10 – 15 lucky guys waiting on the wing to come fuck her whenever she wanted. I had met my first nympho and it was amazing.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mcb87p/the_first_girl_i_met_online_turned_out_to_be_a