[M]y Reward for Helping a New [F]riend Move

Her name was Hailey. I had never seen her before, but everyone else at the party seemed to know her, at least by reputation. Which seemed odd to me. I didn’t want to be left out of the fun and dammit, did she look fun.

We were at the regular weekend hangout, an apartment where three dudes lived and their collective circle of mutual friends gravitated toward every Friday night till the weekend dried up. The guys had a tendency to get rowdy, and the girls that came had a tendency to get rowdy…in their own way. It was a fun bunch to spend your early 20s with.

On this particular night, Hailey showed up along with some of the dudes’ girlfriends. She had highlights in her dirty blonde hair, and beautiful summer tanned skin to go with smoky, sexy eyes. She was wearing a spaghetti strap shirt that hugged her perky C cup breasts tight, and low-cut denim shorts that showed off her fit ass. We made eye contact a couple times before we were introduced, and I could have sworn there was *something* there.

Finally I asked one of the guys who she was. “That’s Hailey”, he said, “and she’s known to give a blowjob as soon as make out with somebody.” I chuckled and carried on partying. She was flirting with some of the guys, myself included, and the night carried on with drinks and whatever other vices people brought supplies for.

A little while later in the kitchen, I asked another friend at the party if he knew who Hailey was. “Yeah”, he told me, “that’s Carly’s friend. She will pretty much give a blowjob to any guy who makes a move.”

“Wait, are you serious?” I asked, wondering where Hailey had been all my life.

“Yeah, I’m serious. That’s what I’m told anyway,” my friend said, popping the tab on another beer and dumping it into his cup.

“So why haven’t you gone for it?” I asked, glancing across the apartment at her hanging out on the couch. I wondered if she looked too cute to have such a solid reputation as a sex fiend.

“Dude, because I have a girlfriend, like half the guys here do. If you want to make a run at her, I think you should,” he said, and back into the party we went.

As the night went on, the party grew and things turned up. Hailey and I got more acquainted over a couple beers on the couch. We were hitting it off. Later in the night we wandered outside and made out. I wish I could say we made out under the stars, but it was hard to focus on the stars with the rest of the party bumping along only 30 feet away. As we kissed away, groping in the dark, I felt her tongue ring and got excited. While we were tongue locked, Carly showed up beside us and said she was ready to go. And Hailey was supposed to go with her. Shit.

“Maybe we can catch up sometime, and pick up where we left off?” I asked.

“I’d like that. You seem fun,” she said with a smirk, her face still close enough to mine still that I could feel her breath on my neck as we talked. She gave me her number, and left with some of the other girls.

I waited a few days, then gave her a call. Horrible timing. She was moving that day, along with her family, who she still lived with. She said she did want to see me again, though. In my mind, the rational inner voice was whispering that I should take the rain check and maybe set something up for later. But the other voice in my brain that carries the direct line from my cock was screaming that it had been too long since I hooked up. Damn the move, damn the family, take a fucking shot. So that was the voice I heard when my actual voice said, “Hey, would you like some help with your move?”

“Yes!” she seemed excited, which got me excited. “I would appreciate that so much. Like, *really* appreciate it.” She giggled. There was no missing the signs. She gave me her address and a good time to come by, and we were set.

I show up, get introduced to the family as her “good friend”, and start carrying boxes. The things I would do for some action. For most of the afternoon, it’s just her and me by ourselves on her end of the house, taping boxes and carrying them out, with some serious making out scattered in between. Hailey may have been moving that day, but she was horny as hell. And so was I. Every time we kissed, she would squirm and press her hips into me, pressing her mound against me. She had to feel me getting hard under my shorts, every time.

“So is this what you meant by ‘appreciating’ my help, or…?” I asked her, with a grin.

“Oh, you’re earning my appreciation. But you know, I probably can’t show it to you fully with my parents still here,” Hailey said. My heart sank a little. “But…maybe once we get everything delivered to the new place, I’ll have something here that I forgot and need to come back for,” she added playfully.

I clapped my hands together. “Let’s get the truck loaded, then!”

Hailey smiled and kissed me. I grabbed her ass through her tiny jean shorts and gave it a squeeze. Soon after, we got back to work. I was on a mission.

Eventually, the house was empty, the truck was full, and the family was off to take it to their new house. They had thanked me for my help, which of course I said was my pleasure. I went my own way, and found a cool place to park. Before long, I got a text. It was Hailey, and she had ‘forgotten’ something at the house and needed my help with it. I said I’d be right there.

I pulled up to the empty house right before Hailey did. We got out of our cars, and she ran up to smack my ass, then gave me a long kiss. Her fingers ran across my chest, down my belly, and looped around my belt. In a split second she had the buckle undone and unbuttoned my shorts. She stepped back from me and pulled a key out from her pocket.

“Wanna go inside?” she asked.

We went into the empty house, and she pulled me back into what had been her room. She left the light turned off, letting the afternoon sun beam in through the uncovered window. She pulled me into the center of the room, wrapped her arms around me, and slid her hands down the back of my pants, grabbing my ass. I kissed her again, my hands matching hers, squeezing them into the back of her soccer shorts, around her thin thong and grabbing a handful of her ass cheek.

Hailey’s eyes meant mine and she looked like she wanted to devour me. I grinned at her, and she slowly squatted down toward the floor, getting into position before undoing my fly and tugging my shorts down to my ankles. Her hands went straight for my crotch, stroking my already hard cock through my boxer briefs. She nuzzled her lips and chin over my throbbing bulge, enough to make me spurt the first bit of precum. She pulled down at the waistband and pulled my underwear down part way, springing my cock and wagging it in front of her face. Her hands went for my cock and balls at the same time, gently stroking my shaft and squeezing my balls as I melted into a blur.

I glanced down and Hailey was staring at the head of my cock. She eased her face nearer to me, leaning forward on her toes in her squatting position, still tugging on my dick with her left hand. Her mouth closed in over the head, swirling her tongue around the tip and lapping up my wetness. Her tongue ring sent a tingle through my entire area that made me roll my eyes back.

Hailey’s jaw opened wider and she took my cock all the way, with no hesitation. She bobbed hard on it a couple times and then eased back slightly, steadying into a rhythm. The tongue ring slid up and down my shaft as she sucked, with Hailey pressing her tongue and wagging her tongue to drag the bead over what felt like every erotic nerve my cock had. I wrapped my fingers through her hair and grabbed her lightly behind her head, matching her rhythm as I pressed her into my cock. Hailey faintly moaned and glanced up at me with ‘want you’ eyes. I eyed her back, and glanced down at her cleavage in the tight tank top she was wearing. I eyed her sexy hips and ass as she squatted there, tracing along her flawlessly tanned legs and back up again.

She reached up and continued playing with my balls. I spasmed and worried I would cum before I was ready to. She looked up at me and kept sucking, slightly twisting her head every time she went down or came back up, swirling her tongue around me all the while. I gently tugged her back by her hair and pulled out. I was on the edge of exploding, and didn’t feel like going home so soon.

I helped her stand up and started to tug up at the sides of her shirt. I paused and gave her a look, so as to ask if I could keep going. She nodded at me, and I pulled her shirt up and off. I unhooked her bra and slid it off of her too. It fell to the floor in front of her, and she stuck forward her chest to proudly show off her perky size C boobs. Hailey’s tits were as tan as the rest of her, all the way down to a thin paleness right around her nipples, the only area she must have covered when she layed out. I reached up and ran my fingers over her soft, pink nipples, then cupped her breasts in my hand. She watched my hands as I caressed her.

I moved in and kissed Hailey’s neck, then slid my hands down her sides until my thumbs hooked through her shorts and g-string thong, and I pushed them both down past her hips and down her thighs, till they fell to the floor in a little soft pile beside her bra. I pulled my head back and glanced down at her perfect mound, waxed bald and rounding down into her soft pussy lips. She had the smallest tan line area I had ever seen, with her bronzed skin leading down to a dainty little pale patch barely the size of a golf ball. My cock throbbed again at the thought of the tiny microkini she must wear when she tans, to go with her nipple covers. My fingers followed the path of my eyes, and I slid my fingers over her lips, then sliding in, rubbing her clit and fingering her warm, wet hole.

“I believe I still need to finish showing you my appreciation,” Hailey said in a husky voice. She lowered her knees to the pile of clothes she had just shed, grabbed my balls with one hand and in the same motion threw her mouth back over my cock, immediately sucking it hard and swirling her tongue as she did before. I had never felt anything like it during a blow job before. My eyes kept wanting to close, the pleasure was so intense. But I couldn’t help but enjoy my view. Her hair wisping back and forth as she bobbed on my dick, her perky breasts swaying as she moved, and her smooth pussy and tan legs shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight.

She was going to make me explode. My balls felt full and my cock was pulsing. I tried fighting it off, so I could enjoy this “appreciation” for as long as possible. She made it impossible to hold out for long. It was like riding the meanest bull at the rodeo. She knew exactly what to do that would throw me over.

“Fuck, I think you’re gonna make me cum,” I said. She sucked harder, and deeper. My legs tightened. “Where should I cum?”

She pulled her mouth off and grabbed my cock with her hand, stroking feverishly. “Down my throat,” she said, breathlessly. Holy fuck, I thought.

She went back to sucking my cock and squeezing my balls. Her mouth felt incredible, and her tongue ring was performing a magic spell on me. I felt a pulse and knew I was about to unload. I put both of my hands behind her head, and she slid all the way down onto my cock. I could feel her tighten around the head of my cock when it hit the back of her throat, and I kept pressing. She gagged slightly but took a deep breath through her nose and held herself over me, her nose buried in my trimmed area and chin resting into my balls.

I came. Hard. My body jolted and I shot what seemed like a dozen loads of hot jizz straight down Hailey’s throat. She blinked fast, looking up at me the whole time, her lips tight around the base of my throbbing hard on. I thought my knees were going to crumble into dust. My balls completely emptied into her waiting throat, and after my cock stopped pulsing she slowly–*slowly*–slid her mouth back, squeezing her lips along the length of my cock and slurping at all the wetness left behind. She got to the tip, sucked at it, then gave it a sweet peck, as if she was playfully kissing a prize. In a way, I suppose she was.

Hailey smiled at me, her eyes bright with a sense of accomplishment. “Do you feel appreciated now?” she asked slyly.

I couldn’t say anything. I just nodded at her, and smiled.

Hailey’s reputation from that party turned out to be correct. Which was pretty fucking awesome. We ran into each other a couple times after that, but nothing quite compared to what I like to call, “The Moving Job”.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o4eww7/my_reward_for_helping_a_new_friend_move