A fumble and a fuck. “Are you sure you’ve done this before?” [MF]

I was young. Eighteen. A couple months away from my first year of university. Enjoying the final summer with friends, drinking way too much of anything, anywhere we possibly could.

This particular night we were at Ed’s place. His parents were away for the weekend so we got drunk with friends, and some friends of friends. Not quite a party, but close enough.

Sambuca. I fucking hate hated sambuca. I still hate it. I had one shot too many and did that half stumble to the bathroom, pretending I had to pee but actually desperate to throw up. The great escape.

The bathroom was occupied. The other bathrooms were in the bedrooms, which were also occupied. I gagged and waited, swallowing the inevitable, hovering outside the door.

The door opened, and out cane Holly. “Hey cutie” she said, brushing a hand over my shoulder as I smiled and nodded and scampered into the bathroom, locking the door before promptly emptying my guts in the toilet. Feeling better with every lurch.

Thank fuck they had mouthwash.

I lived to fight another day. I went back my friends, sipped another drink and patted myself on the back for surviving. “Holly was asking about you.. I think she’s into you” said Warren. I smiled and honestly didn’t think much more about it. There was drinking to do.

The night wore on. It was about two in the morning when Mo announced it was time to leave. Mo was always the designated driver – he didn’t drink, he had a decent car and he lived so far away he could pick everyone up on his way out and drop everyone off on his way home. Everyone needs a Mo.

I called shotgun. And I was fucking delighted to have it because the backseat was crammed – Matt, Shane and Greg, big guys, all drunk. I loved the shotgun rule.

And then came Holly. “Gotta drop her off too” said Mo, always a happy volunteer. Poor Holly had to squeeze in the back, sitting on Matt’s lap. Lucky Matt. Fuck shotgun.

Shane and Greg lived nearby, so we dropped them off first. Holly quickly moved off Matt, much to her delight and his visible disappointment.

The next stop on the drunk shuttle was Holly’s place. I was trying not to fall asleep, wondering what I’d be able to salvage from the fridge when I finally got home. Cheese. For some reason all I could think of was cheese. We definitely had cheese.

Holly gave directions. Matt sang the line “We built this city…” over and over again. Mo just drove. We eventually rolled up to her place, a three story walk-up. Quaint, but with the vibe of a retirement home.

“Thanks boys” she said.

“Nice place” I lied. Manners.

“Fancy a tour?” she asked.

The question was directed at me. I froze. I was still thinking about cheese. And salami. A plan was forming.

She climbed out of the car and walked around to my door, opening it.

“It would be rude not to” Mo said, invoking the law of manners.

“Get some bro” Matt chimed in like the charmless primate he was.

“I won’t bite… too hard…” Holly teased.

I unbuckled my seatbelt, trying my utmost to play it cool. So nervous I was almost trembling. The butterflies were fucking with my liquor filled stomach. Fuck sambuca.

“I wouldn’t want to be rude” I said. Or perhaps I stammered. Who cares?

I climbed out of the car and as soon as the door closed Mo drove away, quickly eliminating and possible retreat. “Have fun” Matt shouted through the window.

I stood on the sidewalk like a dumbfuck, a nervous grin on my face as the reality of the situation set in. Thoughts of cheese and salami disappeared as I followed Holly up the stairs to the third floor, staring at her perky behind, my mind flooding with possibilities.

I suppose I should probably describe Holly. She was older than me, about twenty one, working part time at a golf club or some shit. Tanned. Lithe. Fit. Short, cropped blonde hair. Not tall but not short either. Hot rather than pretty, if that makes any sense. Not much of a chest, but with nipples that poked through no matter what she was wearing. And an ass to die for. I’d seen her in a swimsuit. Her little skirt was not shaping a lie.

“Make yourself at home” she said as I followed her through the front door. If I was home I’d already be in the fridge.

I took off my shoes, because manners, and walked into the small open plan kitchen living room. The décor was aged but not unpleasant.
“You live alone?” I asked.

“With my dad” she replied. I froze. I stopped breathing. “Relax. He’s about three thousand miles away” she said with a little laugh. I gasped an audible gasp of relief.

“I promised you a tour” she said. “Kitchen… Living room… Bathroom”, she said, pointing like a guide at a museum. “Dad’s room is down the hall on the right. Mine is on the left. Follow me.”
Her room was surprisingly large. “Dad let me have the master” she said. “I think it was because of the bathroom… he doesn’t like his buddies staring at me when I get out the shower”. She spun around to face me.

“This is the part where you make a move” She said, smiling at me. I stepped forward and we kissed. Nice and slow and gentle, using all my restraint to resist my teenage urge to shove my tongue down her throat.

“Finally” she said. We kissed again. This time, with tongue. My hands wandered, cupping a boob and groping her ass at the same time. She giggled at what I can only assume was my tactless, inexperienced enthusiasm.

We stumbled to the bed and I fell on top of her. Sucking face. More groping, going under her top, scooping her tiny breast out of her bra, squeezing her swollen nipple. She whimpered.
Grinding. My bulge on her crotch. The good old fashioned dry hump. Excitement. A little moan. Friction. Fear. Fuck. I stopped before it was too late, kneeling up, looking at her as she smiled a knowing smile that was reassuring and embarrassing at the same time.

She pulled off her top, revealing a simple white bra and her one unhoused boob, a little mound adorned with a spectacular nipple. I pulled my t-shirt off out of reciprocity and crouched over her, taking her entire breast in my mouth. Sucking it like I was feeding, lapping at her nipple like it was a lollipop.

I slid a hand up her thigh, under her skirt, exploring. Damp panties. No objections. Gentle rubbing. A little gasp. She started to fumble with my belt. Fuck. A lone finger snuck under the elastic and slipped inside her. She groaned.
Warm. Wet. Roomier than I was used to. A second finger joined the expedition.

She’d solved my belt and started working on my fly. Fuck. As she reached into my boxers I spat out her breast, kneeling up, watching as she pulled me free, my fingers still wandering about her depths.

“There are condoms in the nightstand” she purred, bending her neck to get a look at my oozing erection.

The sight of her lying there – an exposed boob with my teeth marks, her hiked up skirt, hello kitty panties pushed aside, a pink lip and a glimpse of pubic hair, my fingers knuckle deep inside her, her fingers wrapped around my shaft – fuck.

Fuck.

“FUUCKKKK”

Yeah. I came. I fucking exploded. Spurting all over her, lurching forward instinctively as she titled her head back, still fingering her as her fingers squeezed my pulsing shaft. A proper mess. A bit on her neck, some on her chest, the rest on her stomach, wrist and fingers.

“I’m sorry” I stammered. Ashamed, embarrassed, incapable of looking away.

“It’s okay. It happens.” She said, reassuring me, still squeezing my deflated member, looking at me with a smile. Letting go. Reaching up and grabbing my head with her cummy hand, pushing me down.

“Let’s see if you can make it up to me”

Fuck yes. I went down on her, tugging hello kitty aside, staring unblinkingly as I pushed a third finger in. Studying her vagina. The third I’d seen in real life. The first I’d seen with dangling lips. The second I’d ever tasted.

Umami.

I ate her like a three course meal. Licking, sucking, nibbling. Poking my tongue in. Sniffing. My lack of technique was obvious. She started to give me directions.

“Easy. Just use your tongue. Lick my clit. A bit higher. Okay, that’s better. Gently. Slow down. There. Just like that” Cunninglingus 101.

My fingers were exploring her like a cave in Skyrim. Searching for loot, scouring every nook and cranny. Adventure. My eyes studied the landscape before me, the little pond of cum on her belly, her hard nipples rising like little peaks in the distance. Her chest rising and falling.

I took a quick break, lifting my head out of desperation to get another good look at vagina.

“No. Don’t stop” she chided. I resumed my quest. “Never stop” she whispered. Two words that have served me well ever since. I set up camp. Made a fire. Built some shelter. My jaw hurt and my wrist was cramping. Fingers turning pruny inside her. Her hands were on my head. Her hips started grinding. Lovely, proper moans.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Music to my ears. She tugged my hair, pulling my mouth off her as she started to shudder, as her insides spasmed around my buried fingers. She went limp. Watching my creamy fingers creep out of her was mesmerizing. I’d never had creamy fingers before. Wet, sure. Slimy, yup. But never creamy.

“Well done” she panted as I knelt up, as I beamed with pride and brimmed with confidence, brandishing a brand new erection. I must’ve looked pathetic.

“Have you done this before?” She asked. I nodded, resisting the urge to shout “THREE TIMES” in misplaced pride. I summoned every last iota of confidence, climbing off the bed, getting rid of jeans and boxers while she peeled off her skirt and panties. In the nightstand I found the biggest box of rubbers I’d ever seen, a full blown variety pack that was disconcertingly almost empty. I picked a random one. Ribbed – for her pleasure.

Her head was perched up and she smiled as she watched me struggle to get the fucking thing on. Fumbling like the nervous amateur I was. “Are you sure you’ve done this before?” she teased. At least I think it was a tease.

When I was finally wrapped up she was back on her back, her knees bent, her legs parted. Naked except for the bra that only partially housed one little breast. Without the panties my view was unobstructed.

I climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs. Drinking in the sight. Dangling lips, parted just enough to see another fold of pink. A little bush that was distinctly less blonde than her hair. I shuffled closer. Getting nervous. Trying to hide it.

The sight of my sheathed tip sliding into her almost killed me. I’d naively presumed that my second erection would be infallible, that I’d disposed of my desperation with my first load. I was so very wrong. I couldn’t look away.

Watching as my shaft disappeared, as her lips clung to it, as a ring of cream started forming. Holding my breath as her warm vagina welcomed me.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she purred, wrapping a leg around me, pulling me into her and onto her. My face in hers. A layer of slimy, sticky, cold cum between our torsos. I groaned in the affirmative, bit my lip and lay perfectly still.

“Relax” she whispered, kissing me. “Take your time. Get used to it” she was treating me like a virgin and I’m pretty sure she believed I was one. I’m pretty sure she wanted me to be one. Holly the virgin slayer.

She started grinding beneath me. So slowly. “Is that okay?” She asked. “Tell me if you want me to stop” she continued. More kissing. I groped a sticky boob. She whimpered into my mouth. Her other leg wrapped around me and she rolled over so she was on top.

Her hands were on mine, pinning me down. “Is this okay?” she whispered into my ear, grinding a tiny bit harder. Pressing her bony pelvis hard against mine. “I’m going to go a bit faster. Just a bit. Okay?”

With more pace came more movement. A bit of travel, slipping out a bit, sliding back in. My struggle intensified. “You’re doing great” she gasped, letting go of my hands, moving hers to my chest, prying herself up.

Boobs. I bent my neck and sucked a nipple. My hands grabbed her ass as she rocked to and fro. “I’m almost there” she rasped. Rocking faster. I pulled my mouth off her breast.

“Holly…” I groaned. My first warning.

“No… Not yet…” she pleaded, digging her fingernails into my chest,

“Hollllllyyyyy…” My second warning.

“Please. I’m so close. Please don’t cum” she begged.

Fuck. She said cum. A girl said cum. Verbal kryptonite. I had nothing to lose. I started thrusting my final thrusts. My only thrusts. My hail Mary. Unrestrained and desperate, growling her name as I exploded, still thrusting as I spasmed inside her.

It. Fucking. Worked. She collapsed onto me and bit my neck so hard the hickey lasted a week. She started to giggle, still shuddering as I shriveled up and slipped out of her. Gasping into my ear as she went limp on top of me.

“Well done” she whispered.

“Thank you” I replied.

Manners.

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