Joe was the college chad but of course not the kind you see in memes. No, Joe was both handsome, strong, charismatic, smart, and hard working. The joke around Joe was that he was anything but the Average Joe. Many of his friends would say “God specked him out for all classes” (Joe also gamed).
His other friends would say “Joe could play any sport so he should play for the one which paid the most.” (Joe was a sporty person)
Joe this, Joe that. Joe was literally Jesus to some.
Veronica wondered what was something Joe couldn’t do. What was some flaw? The way she saw it, Joe was a Mary Sue but for real life. She supposed she wasn’t exactly the most flawed herself, but she had limits and lenses to which she excelled. She sighed.
That lens of expertise was limited to her appearance and her academics. She was cute and hot or so the pervs around her had many times said. She just couldn’t hold much of a conversation or woo anyone she actually liked.
And what made it worse is, she liked Joe.
Veronica was 5’6″ with C cup breasts and olive skin. She had raven hair, and her mother always worried she’d turn into some goth girl. Veronica preffered the word “Grunge” to goth. People always thought weirdo pigtails and dark eye liner along with a coequettish skirt. Truth was, Veronica rarely flexed her assets. She felt strange doing so.
So to outrun that grunge to goth look, in college she put aside the leather jacket and scarf that made her look like Jessica Jones, and took on a studious Oxford Student look with the modest blouse and skirt.
No one ever recognized her since that change. Not even Joe.
Then one day they ran into one another at a diner run by the University.
“Oh, hey,” said Joe, almost spilling his drink over her.
Veronica waited for an apology because it was HIS fault. He was on his phone. She held onto her books waiting awkwardly with wide, expectant eyes.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“You almost spilled your drink on me,” Veronica said bluntly.
“Oh, ok,” said Joe. There was a mischief in his eye. He knew what she wanted.
“Could have said sorry!”
“Could have.”
“Okay!” snapped Veronica, trying to swerve around him. He put his hand against the wall blocking her.
“Wait,” he said.
“What?”
“You’re Veronica, right?”
She felt her cheeks redden slightly. “Yes, why? Who are you?”
Joe frowned. “You don’t remember me?”
“No.”
Joe shrugged. “Well, I remember you miss goth.”
Veronica wanted to slap him. Instead she rolled her eyes. “Okay, anything else?”
“Yeah, one more thing.” He placed his arm down. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Buy you food?”
“I have money!” she sqeuaked almost trying to rush past. Why was she scared? She wanted this right? Apparently not. Her heart was beating.
“And so do I,” he said. “I want to spend it on you.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to get to know you.”
“Fine. Taco place down by the bar. Eight o’clock tonight.”
Joe smiled and she hated that he didn’t look shocked. “Wonderful.”
She waited for him to ask her number. Instead he nodded and walked off.
“The bastard!”
***
Turns out he had her number this entire time, or found it. They met up at 8 as planned at a Taco place. They talked on and on about various things, mostly about Joe. Veronica realized his greatest flaw was that being that good at everything made him have a bit of an ego. Maybe more than bit. As the night went on, he realized he was a narcissist. He never once asked about her. He just assumed she was enthralled by his voice.
She wasn’t really. She realized she didn’t like Joe, she liked the idea of being asked out by Joe. This mythic man had somehow chosen her out of all the girls.
She found him quite boring, but at least his voice wasn’t annoying. My, he was charismatic. Anyone else talking like this would have put her to sleep.
Eventually they found a pause in the conversation as Joe ate a bite. She had finished her meal an hour ago. Eventually the owners had them leave so he took his leftovers for home.
“Do you want to come over to my place?” asked Joe.
Veronica was inclined to say no, but once again the idea of being invited home by Joe was appealing. And also she wanted her first time to be with someone experience. She figured the meaningful nature of saving yourself for the right one was a whole bunch of bogus. How can you ever say anyone is THE ONE. Much less the right one.
So she said yes.
***
He poured her some soda and she frowned.
“Did you expect me to pour you some alcohol?” asked Joe with a smile.
“Yeah,” she said.
“I don’t drink on weekdays. And I imagine you don’t want to be under the influence while at a stranger’s home.”
“you’re not a stranger.”
“You met me today.”
“No..”
Joe raised a brow.
“Okay, I do remember you.”
Joe smiled. “I know.”
“So give me something hard.”
Joe held back a smirk and Veronica’s cheeks grew hot red.
“I meant… Hard liquor… ” muttered Veronica.
“I know, I know. I don’t have any at home. I have some wine, though.”
“Sure, that works.”
“You sure you want to get buzzed?”
“Why? Am I in danger here?”
“I just imagined even if you remember me you wouldn’t want to be under the influence here.”
“Well I’m not in any danger, so how does it matter?” Veronica always had a knife on her, and she figured no matter his weight advantage the pointy end always draws first blood.
Joe nodded. “You can leave when you want. The door’s unlocked.”
“Why are you so paranoid?”
Joe hesitated. “Years ago, in high school, I crashed into you during gym class because I didn’t see you. My hand kinda… Well it touched places it shouldn’t by accident. You thought I was a perv ever since. And then it didn’t help when I reached to open the door for you, you had already walked forward and my hand…” He shook his head. “Never mind. I just didn’t think you trusted me. So when I asked I was taking extra precautions to not creep you out.”
Veronica for the first time found Joe somewhat attractive, and not just the idea of him. In a derpy, and honest way he was cute for overthinking so much. She herself had forgotten those events in high school. Now that she was reminded she recalled fantasizing about it more so than being creeped out.
But that was years ago. Now here they were after a Taco Date with wine in their hands.
Suddenly, the air changed between them and was charged with something more serious and sensual. Veronica could feel the moodshift, but didn’t know how to capitalize on it. She wasn’t exactly a sultry person, and any attempt at being coy felt plastic and cringe-worthy.
Joe on the other hand was an expert. He slowly strode forward and caressed the side of her face and dug his fingers in her hair, firmly, but gently. He looked at her with his intense eyes and smiled.
Veronica was stunned, heart beating. She didn’t really want to say or do anything. Just wanted to enjoy.
“Do you want to do this?” asked Joe.
Veronica flushed when she realized he was actually asking for consent. Media and smut had trained her to just be taken. It was an added bit of humanity to Joe that made him feel more appealing. The realization that she could say no, and she trusted he would understand and back off. Such a strange feeling of comfort from something so obvious.
She nodded her head. What had she signed up for?
He leaned down for a kiss and she found that she liked it. But she didn’t know if it was because Joe was that good or kissing was that good. But heavens. she liked it. Made her heart flutter and lips shake as he pressed his own pair on hers. His hand caressed her shoulder and the other her face. She liked the feeling of being rubbed. Not just down in her womanhood, but her skin. All over.
She leaned backward and let him topple over her and now his body pressed against hers. His hand moved down to give her breasts attention. She moaned under his lips. His hand found its way to her trousers and soon the clothes were sliding off.
“You look very cute in those panties,” he said with a smile.
Veronica couldn’t help but blush and smile.
Soon all her clothes were off and so were his, slowly but surely, with plenty of kissing and rubbing between each article of clothing.
They were two naked people writhing on the couch. Joe did most of the work.
She worried he would ask for a blowjob or handjob, and she wouldn’t know what to do. But he did not. Instead he dove for her womanhood and she squealed when she felt his tongue attack her core. Pleasure bubbled up from her vagina and she could feel warmth and bliss ride up her thighs.
He did this for a while and soon enough she felt herself on the brink of climax. She looked down to she Joe’s jaw lost in her vagina and his intense eyes looking up at her from between her legs. That was enough to push her off the edge. She latched onto his hair and pulled him into her core. He pressed as well, relentlessly swirling his tongue on her clit and sucking at the same time.
Veronica exploded in pleasure and Joe felt her grool drip down his chin but he kept up his efforts. Veronica arched her back and used one hand to grip Joe’s hair, and the other to grip the couch, the cushion, any thing.
Joe slowed down and but the attention caused intense pleasure anyways that ebbed away slowly with time. And so did his speed. Eventually he rose up and gave her a smile. On her face was just a shocked look.
“Lay on your belly,” he ordered.
Veronica was too numb to respond so she just obeyed. Joe lifted her up and slid his cock slowly into her pussy. He was a respectable 7.5 inches and she thought she felt all of it as the head entered. She squeaked and arched her back.
“Oh god,” she gasped.
“It’s going deeper,” he said, almost with a growl.
She whimpered in pleasure and fear. “It’s not in all the way?”
“Uh uh,” chuckled Joe. He angled her up and held her arms behind her with his and slid it deeper.
Veronica sqeualed more and between the squeals were gasps and moans. The shaft kept going.
Finally it was fully inserted and she could feel the throbbing meat inside her. She felt so full.
Then he started pounding. It was relentless. Slap slap slap slap went his thighs to her skin. Between those sounds where the constant moans and grunts. “uhh! uhh! uhh! uhhHH!” The sound became rhythmatic. The pleasure was overwhelming and she didn’t know where pleaure and pain mixed into this one mind blowing moment. She both wanted it to end and wanted to have it keep going. She had told him during the date she was on the pill, so she knew he would cum inside her.
How would it feel?
How would her climax feel with a cock inside.
He kept plowing and eventually he pressed her into the couch, face first and began railing her in prone bone.
“Uhh uhh uhhhhhh!” she moaned in pleasure-pain. Overwhelming pleasure-pain.
He slid the cock deep and held it for a split second then went back to quick thrusts tho not as deep.
“Deeper!” she gasped. Then she regretted it because when he slammed his cock deeper, she let out a sharp scream that lasted only a split second. Then he went back to quick thrusts. She couldn’t believe she wanted it deeper again even though it was too much. “Dee…Deeper!” she begged. She held back her scream and kept holding it in when she realized he was jackhammering her full depth full speed and now she was lost to her own pleasure-pain.
The feeling consumed her. She was making unintelligible noises as he kept railing her from behind and felt his arms wrap around her throat but didnt care. She wanted to be manhandled. She wanted to be used. She wanted him to cum inside her. She didn’t know where the primal, innate instinct and desire came from.
She never was a horny woman before. Just an average or below average sex drive.
And now she just wanted to be destroyed in every sense of the word.
She got her wish. He started fucking faster, harder, and deeper somehow. He was rearranging her guts at this point. His hands now leaned on her shoulders for further leverage. She orgasmed in that moment and it was indeed explosive, far more than her last one. She was lost in a silent scream of pleasure. Tears dribbled down her eyes but not from sadness. From murderous pleasure-pain.
She didn’t know if she could possibly walk after this. Not for a whole week.
As her orgasm subsided, Joe did not.
He kept railing her with steady, and violent speed. This overstimulated her to the point of strangled, unintelligible moans. She was just a fuck meat now. He wouldn’t stop for her. Realistically she knew he would, but she wouldn’t do that despite how much over the top the sensation was. She wanted to be used like this.
This over stimulation pushed her over the edge suddenly and she was climaxing again for the third time and Veronica lost the meaning of… well anything that wasn’t this euphoric pleasure-pain.
And he came too. And she felt his cock blossom for a bit more just before he exploded thick ropes of cum into her pussy while continuing to rail her on and on and on and on past her point of over stimulation.
He growled and moaned as he slowed down. She felt full of his cum. She felt it drip down her pussy and thighs and onto the couch. He slowed his pace to a thrust a few seconds. She relished the pleasure that also subsided. Sanity flood back into her mind and the world opened up around. A world not full of cum, pleasure, and pain.
He slid out of her, leaving a trail of cum down her leg and toward his cock. He sat down in front of Veronica who looked dazed almost as if she was stoned. He handed her a glass of water.
“I am really sore,” she managed to get out. She drank the water and just lay there.
“Take your time,” he said with a soft, gentle voice. He pushed some hair from her face. Her skin was slick with sweat. He began wiping her down with a towel. The next few minutes as he cleaned her up went by as a blur.
She was very sleepy now.
He tucked her into the couch and vanished into his room. She blacked out into the night.
END
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u2yokv/not_your_average_joe