I [F] am the nerdy, quiet girl at the back of the room. He [M] was the one I used to masterbate to on line

He would post the most lude, depraved NSFW posts.. I loved them. Some would make me shiver right to my core. Like I said, I am the girl who sits at the back of class, keeps her head down and never talks to anyone. I rarely even have conversations with my roomie here at Uni. We are the opposite of twinsies. She rarely comes back to the dorm, I never leave it.

I prefer that, because I can listen to him and do what he wants. Show him things, show off to him.. whatever makes me feel good in that moment. When I met him I lied to him, I was 18 that was true. I was not in College..

I just wanted it so bad, all I ever saw at my schools was girls kissing boys, and hearing about people having sex.. I just wanted it.
He posted one day, and I saw he was near me, then I went thought his history and the joy I found from his NSFW posts, I came for days.

I mustered up my courage and sent him awkward message after awkward message. Online I am more brave then irl. off not so much.

When we met I couldn’t stop shaking till his hands were on me. It was so cold out side but inside his car it was so warm. He took me some place, undressed me and touched me in ways I never knew someone could be touched.
His bigger finger felt like two of mine, he touched parts in side me I didn’t know I would react to. I felt like such an awkward duck, just flailing all around and randomly screaming, or letting out sounds I didn’t know I could make as he touched me with his lips, and his hands.

I kept closing my eyes to hear his voice and just feel it deep in me. My heart felt like it was melting and mush. My body felt like it was going to come apart and then he would pull another and another out of me. I didn’t know I had that much cum inside me but he made a mess of his car, of me..

He held me so close after he was done, never asked for anything in return. Took me out for the rest of the day, but no matter what we did all i could think about was the way his hands could move and touch me. I kept wrapping my self around his big arm.
I wanted him inside me so bad I wanted him to be my first but I was so afraid I would get caught. Someone would know me, remember me, I guess that is the benefit of being invisible.

Now, he comes to my dorm, my school, and touches me with every part he fills me up so much that when he is gone.. my fingers they just don’t do.

I need to feel him. I need to give him everything and more and more. He never asks, and even says how cute I am, and pushes me to be better.. he touches every part of me.

That is why I am on my knees.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u3unz4/i_f_am_the_nerdy_quiet_girl_at_the_back_of_the