This happened a few years ago when I was in college. I was 21 at the time. A few of the details have been changed for privacy reasons. I had just come out of a messy relationship and wasn’t looking to date anytime soon. The evenings were spent with juvenile drinking games and smoking weed while the days were a mixture of classes and roaming about the city.
Facebook was number one back then and one day, while scrolling through the timeline, I came across a post. It was by this girl that I had a crush on in high school, but I never had the courage to say anything to her at the time. She was a couple of years younger than me and was now a freshman in another relatively far away college. She was 19 at this point in time and we will call her Hannah (Name changed for obvious reasons).
In high school, she was average looking with a tomboyish appearance and was very much into soccer. In her latest post, she very much looked the same except for having longer hair. She was around 5’5”, brunette, and very petite with small pointy A cups (Think Aubrey Plaza’s face on Piper Perri’s body).
I sent her a message on Facebook, a simple hi and she responded in kind. Over the next few days, I messaged her in between classes and finally confessed that I had had a crush on her back in high school. She found that hilarious and to my surprise, told me that she had always found me attractive, although dating wasn’t really her thing.
We continued to chat occasionally, moving form Facebook to WhatsApp, and seemed to share a lot of common interests which eventually led her to ask me out on a date. Of sorts. As she was very far away, she asked to meet for lunch when she came over to my city for break, where she was originally from.
Considering my recent messy relationship and the long distance nature of this proposition, I declined politely, citing these. However, I floated the idea of a purely friends with benefits situation if she was interested. To my great surprise, she was keen on the idea, and we mutually agreed that this was just temporary until one of us started dating someone else.
The nature of our daily texting turned from talking about movies or college, to discussions on what we would like to do to each other when we could finally meet in person. She would send me dirty texts in the middle of class, and especially at night when she was particularly aroused. I returned the favor and gradually the conversation turned into the various kinks that we had.
Coming out of a pretty vanilla long term relationship, I was intrigued by the prospects of BDSM, while she was like a blank canvas and open to all idea. We talked about bondage and rough sex and I learned that she was still not used to regular sex, having had only a few forgettable encounters with a former equally inexperienced partner. She was also a blowjob virgin having never had the opportunity or experience of having a cock in her mouth as she had had braces up until recently.
She sent me dirty pics when I asked for them and the dynamic slowly drifted into a dominant-submissive relationship whereby I demanded nudes in certain specifications, and she complied without protest. These started out as straightforward nudes which slowly progressed to self ties and pictures taken in her college bathroom stalls in the middle of the day.
After a couple of months of this, she had a college break for a few days and was planning on coming down to my city. She lived with her parents while there and we found it difficult to meet for the initial few days as I wasn’t technically her boyfriend and didn’t want want to meet her parents. This was complicated by the fact that I shared my room with a bunch of others which she was uncomfortable with, effectively ruling out my dorm as a place for a hookup.
I borrowed my friend’s car and met her at the movies, where we decided to watch the movie and take things from there. We saw each other for the first time since high school at the entrance. She was wearing a T-shirt and a skirt as per my instructions in keeping with the dom-sub dynamic. We hugged awkwardly and I could see she was nervous. I told her to go to the bathroom, take her underwear off, and to give them to me. She wordlessly complied.
We both stared at the screen, not paying attention to what was happening in the movie, her underwear safely stuffed down my pant pocket. Underneath the dominant exterior, I was extremely nervous as well and had no idea where this was going. I placed my hand around her shoulder and she snuggled closer, and we probably looked like an innocent couple. My hand slipped through the T-shirt collar and fondled her small breast. She did not have a bra on, not that she particularly needed one.
My cock was hard from the sheer excitement of it all. She probably noticed my twitching groin and whispered in my ear to let’s get out of there. The problem was that I had no place to go.
Since it was a stupid idea to go any further in the movies lest we got kicked out or worse, we got out a quarter way through the movie and got into the car. I started aimlessly driving about while she sat quietly, but with the unmistakable silhouette of her nipples poking against the T-shirt.
I gave her my phone and while she watched a choice few clips of some real BDSM porn, I drive slowly, trying to find a less busy stretch of road where we could pull over. She was staring at the screen intently and asked a few questions here and there. She was fascinated by the video clips as most of them contained some form a blowjob, which honestly, was all I was expecting from that day due to the severe space constraints.
I pulled over to the side temporarily, and placed a hand through her skirt, over her bare pussy, with her spreading her legs for me. It was nice and wet. I started rubbing my fingers at an awkward angle but she seemed to enjoy the sensation. After a few minutes, I started driving again, alternating between her pussy and the stick shifter. She moaned enthusiastically.
The traffic was building and I needed both hands, so I stopped and concentrated on the driving. She continued what I had started herself, and I could see her rubbing herself at a fervent pace, my phone in the other hand continuing to play a clip of, and I still remember it as if it was yesterday, Sasha grey getting deepthroated while bound. Of course Hannah had no idea who Sasha grey was or what deepthroating was.
I couldn’t wait any longer and I unzipped myself and pulled my cock out. I am fairly average, at around 6 inches and reasonably girthy. She stopped what she was doing and looked at my cock, a smile on her face. I quickly pulled over to the side again and she bent over and licked my cock head tentatively which sent an shock wave down my spine. She licked me again and again, her inexperience showing, but making up for it with sheer enthusiasm.
She reached over and steadied my cock, while opening her mounts and going down on it, her lips closing around the middle of my shaft. She started sucking. Literally, as if a suction was attached to the end of my cock. I chuckled at the absurdity of this action and pulled her off. Bob up and down, I explained and she complied that time. The girl went from little league to pro in the span of minutes, finding a perfect rhythm and tempo.
I started driving again and I am not ashamed to admit that it was more as a source of distraction than necessity. I was a man possessed at that point. All I wanted to do was cum and I wanted to cum badly. I didn’t care if this lasted less than 5 minutes or for that matter about anything else right then. The point of no return was crossed and I literally shouted that I was cumming.
She pulled away, not knowing what to do. Even in that moment I knew that I was in for a world of trouble if I brought back my friend’s car with dried cum stains all over it, and so I reached over and pulled her back down, guiding her mouth over my cock again, but not before the first rope flew up and hit her neck, dripping onto the front of my pants. The subsequent five or six ropes most likely hit the back of her throat as she had me balls deep in her mouth, with me struggling to keep the car from veering onto the other lane. She swallowed for lack of a better option.
I pulled over, the energy leaving me as I finished cumming. She sat back up, a weird expression on her face. ‘Salty!’, she remarked and I took her word for it. We drove around for a little bit after that and she asked me a lot of questions about cum in general, most of which involved the taste and how it feels to cum as a guy. I dropped her off, still pantyless, with cum on the back of her throat, and I went for my afternoon lecture, with a dried cumstain on my pants.
I met another girl soon after this and she met a guy in her college and we never met up after that. She confessed to me once later that although she didn’t initially love the taste of it, she later developed a huge cum fetish. We kind of lost touch again after that except for holiday time pleasantries which we still do exchange sometimes.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ni4u6o/a_days_affair_mf