Hey, lurkers! I’m back with another story of my sexual encounters, but this one’s a little more recent. For the sake of anonymity, I changed her name in the two or three times I mentioned it. Also, I was 22 and she was 23 when this happened! Please enjoy!
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Young romance couldn’t even be called “young romance” at the time that Pam and I had first dated. I’m not even sure I knew what romance actually was back then. Puberty hadn’t struck yet and I’d definitely never thought about anything beyond holding hands. And yet we dated for the entirety of sixth grade before she started dating someone else in seventh grade and then broke up with me. After that, I don’t think we ever spoke again.
That is… until a few years ago. I had moved to a city and gotten an apartment that same year after a messy breakup with someone else, and after I spent the first half of the lease recovering emotionally and mentally I decided I was finally ready to get back out there! I was 22, healthy, and had a place of my own. I felt like I was finally able to become my own main character again!
I ended up needing to create a new Facebook account in order to access most of the dating apps, and in doing so I figured I might as well just put it to good use since the app was already sitting in my phone’s storage. I added any recommended user whose name I remembered… and then Pam came up. I sent her a friend request, comfortable in the fact that you can friend anyone on that site but never actually have to interact with them. In high school, she had gained a bit of notoriety for her partying and sexuality, and she was still really attractive in my eyes so what was the problem? It wasn’t soon after that she messaged me and we got to talking, flirting, and sexting. Within twenty-four hours, we had made a deal: I would come and pick her up after work on Friday and then we would go back to my place.
Friday couldn’t come fast enough, and when we finally made it back to my apartment it was practically instantaneous. No sooner had I closed and locked the door and she was on me. She was petite, couldn’t have weighed more than 110 pounds, and so with ease I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Throwing her down onto the bed, I unbuttoned her white skinny jeans and yanked them off her body; meanwhile, she pulled off her shirt and started to unfasten my jeans. Beating me to the punch, she pulled my pants and my boxer briefs down with one hand as the other grabbed my already stiff cock and pulled it to her lips.
Wild and free, her tongue and mouth worked my cock in what had to have been the sloppiest blowjob I’d ever gotten. It felt great, but I knew I wouldn’t cum from it. I grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her off of me, leaning her back and then flipping her over before I pulled her panties off. I reached between her thighs, stroking and teasing her clit before pushing a couple of fingers in to make sure she was nice and wet. Using the spit from her blowjob and the soaked lips of her pussy, I lined my cock up and pushed my way in.
Immediately, I heard her gasp and moan. My hands gripped at her thighs as I leaned myself back and started thrusting. I was slow and gentle at first, working her up and getting her pussy used to the feel of my cock inside her, but I picked up the pace. By the time I was at my comfortable speed, she was a mess. Her spine was arched, her head was thrown back and eyes pointed at the ceiling as moans and groans of utter euphoria left her lips. I upped the intensity and strength of my thrusts into her until the rhythmic clap of my hips against her ass was almost certainly audible to my neighbors.
I flipped her over again, setting her ankles on my shoulders as I pushed into her pussy again. Her breasts were smaller than I usually liked, but the way they jiggled as I thrust against her was too arousing and too captivating to complain. Her hands now freed, she used one to tease her nipples while the other massaged her clit. It was enough to push her over the edge, though, as not even a minute later she looked at me with wide, light eyes and whispered “I’m cumming.”
Though I hadn’t cum yet, we took a break and ordered a pizza. I pulled a tank top and some sweats on and she opted to only put her panties back on. We ate once the food came, and then she asked if she could step out on my balcony to smoke real quick. I didn’t have any issue with this. My apartment was at the back of the complex, at the back of the building, and overlooked a golf course. The sun had already gone down as well. So I told her to go ahead.
I let her have a few minutes to herself, standing on my balcony in her panties and smoking on her cigarette, and then I popped my head out to ask if she needed water or anything. She said no, then scooted over so that I could join her. We talked for a few minutes, mainly taking the time to catch up on what the other had been up to since we graduated high school four years prior or laughing at my lame jokes, and then she put out her cigarette. I reached down, teasing her through her panties and asked if she was ready for round two. The glint in her eye and the devilish smirk on her lips as she realized what I was insinuating was all I needed. I looped my fingers under the fabric of her panties and pulled them down, then pulled my own sweats down and gave my dick the last few motivating pumps it needed to stand at full attention. Her hands grabbed the railing of the balcony as I lined myself up and pushed into her.
Just like before, I started slow but my willingness to increase the pace came much quicker. I held her firmly at the hip with one hand while the other smacked her ass again and again. As my palm started to tingle and feel numb from the constant spanking, I changed locations and instead moved to tease at the hardened nipples of her breasts, pinching and twisting, and without warning she came again. We moved inside, where I bent her over the couch and continued my onslaught on her hole. She continued to tease herself, and even grabbed her phone from the coffee table to take a short video of us to send to her ex on Snap — which in the moment was very sexy to me as an exhibitionist at heart. After her third and final orgasm, she moved into the bedroom and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, we tried to fuck one last time but the magic was long gone by then. The car ride as I took her home was a silent one, and when I made it back to my apartment alone I crawled in bed and opened up PH.
Because she had never actually been able to make me cum the night before, and damn did I need it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ucijc7/mf_that_time_i_slept_with_my_first_girlfriend_a
Very nice storybut sad that she didn’t do her magic on you.