[MF] The only time I ever had to take the nite-bus home

*This is not a recent story.*Once upon a time, when I was still on the dating apps, I got a message at 9pm from a girl I’d matched with and had sent like, three total messages back and forth.

“Hey,” she asked, “What are the chances that you want to grab a drink right now?”She had to know how that sounded, right? Like, 9 isn’t exactly sure-thing booty-call territory, but it’s pretty close. We figured it out, and we met at a bar in mid-town.

At 9:30pm.

On a Tuesday.

I still remember her profile: it was all blazers and collared shirts and stuff she got from her LinkedIn profile. When she showed up she was a lot more casual: loose sweater, jeans, and hair up in a messy bun. But I wasn’t complaining – I was pretty sure that if I played it right I would be getting lucky.

We finished a few drinks (she paid for mine) and I offered to walk her home, which got an eyebrow raise out of her. I shrugged and said something about it being late and cold and so I wanted the company which got a chuckle out of her.

We got to the lobby of her apartment building and she turned on me with a devilish grin on her face. “This is as far as you’re getting tonight,” she promised. But she did lean forward for a kiss that I definitely leaned into a bit more. She winked at me and wished me a good night.

I was halfway back to the subway station when my phone buzzed. “Sorry for not inviting you up,” she texted. “I figured if this was going to be serious that we should go a bit slower.”

“What if I don’t want to be serious?” I texted back.

Her reply was immediate. “Then you should get your fucking ass back here.”

She was waiting for me in the lobby. Amazingly, she’d already gotten into her pajamas complete with fuzzy slippers. We barely made it into the elevator before latching onto each other.

The moment we got inside her apartment she pushed me up against her door and pulled my jacket off. “Take off your shirt,” she commanded while she fiddled with my pants. In seconds she had my cock out and in her hands. “Oh, thank god,” she said, winking up at me. “My last date was very disappointing.”

She gave it a nice long lick before taking off her shirt – she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I gave a little moan in appreciation. I felt really good in her mouth – she was able to take most of me right away, and the rest went soon after. She would come up for air and swirl her tongue around my tip, looking me dead in the eyes to evaluate her performance.

She was good. Too good, in fact. So I nodded to her bedroom and she led me in. She didn’t even get totally on the bed – she sat on the edge as I dove between her legs and got her pajamas off. Her fuzzy slippers went flying across the room. I gave her one – two – three loooooong licks up her slit before starting to suck on her clit. Her hands in my hair told me I was doing a good job, as she moved me around and directed me where to lick and suck.

It wasn’t long at all before she moaned at me: “Top drawer, bedside table.” I reached in and grabbed a pinkish-purple condom wrapper and couldn’t help but chuckle a bit – of course she’d have the “For her pleasure” condoms.

I have this neat trick I do where I slide the condom on while I’m still feasting on her pussy, so the moment she said “I need your fucking dick inside of me” I was up and inside her. She had her legs on my shoulders and I leaned into her a bit, holding them in place while I worked my way deeper and deeper into her wet, dripping pussy.

Between the kisses, the beers, the blowjob and now the sex I was dangerously close to bursting after a few thrusts. Meanwhile, the noises she was making – as well as the blush that was rapidly taking over her face and neck – weren’t calming me down. “Not yet,” I told myself, but apparently I said it out loud because she immediately threw her head back and gave me a long, drawn-out moan.

That also almost did it for me, and I had to really focus to not just immediately nut. But now I had a bit of control over a girl who hadn’t given me an inch all night and I wasn’t about to give it up.

“What’s the magic word?” I asked her.

“I’m not – ah – I’m not doing that,” she answered.

I tried my best to play it cool as I leaned further forward, driving myself deeper and deeper with each thrust. “If you want me to keep going,” I said, “You’re going to have to be polite.”

“Fuck you!” She was a little angry with me, but she still reached up and pulled me down further and tried to bite my neck. I pulled away and moved one hand between her legs to play with her clit and she gasped again.

“Would you like to cum?” I asked. That did it.

“Please,” she replied. “Fuck, for god’s sake please FUCK ME AND MAKE ME CUM!”

I felt it growing inside me and knew I couldn’t stop it. With a few more thrusts and grunts I felt my cum pour out of my cock and deep inside of her. I leaned down to kiss her as it happened, and her legs – still on my shoulders – were now almost back to her ears as I went deeper than I had before.

We stayed like that for a couple minutes and then went to clean off. That’s when I noticed a second condom in her trash.

I looked at her and she shrugged at me. “I told you that my last date was disappointing,” she said, holding up her pinky finger. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Do I mind?” I asked. “Maybe a little. But I have a few ideas for how you can make it up to me.

”A few minutes later I was balls-deep inside her again (I miss younger-me’s refractory period, holy hell), this time from behind. Also different this time: when I came, she ordered me to spray myself over her tits.

She looked up with pearly ropes of cum on her chest and asked if she’d done a good enough job.“I think so,” I replied.

By the time I left it was 2am. That’s still the only time I ever had to take the late-nite buses home.

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