Some old friends and I were having a bonfire with about 20 people back in the day. It was hot, sticky, and in the middle of nowhere, like most good bonfires. Most of the party goers knew each other through a core group of friends who were all in the same band. Hash was passed. Liquor was consumed, and I got to meet a particularly charming raven haired woman by the name of Charlie. Charlotte, but nobody called her that. She was 20, slender like a lot of those “clean living” vegan types are. And she was in a multiyear relationship with the band’s drummer. At this point, all I knew about her was that she was cute, an acid head, and very woo-woo. She was the kind of girl that spoke to ancient spirits, and guided people on drug trips. She had this quirky, thrift-store goth thing about her. Her hair was down to her butt, and often had charms and knick knacks woven into it.
This was our first time meeting. The drummer, Eric, was spouting some nonsense about wanting to die of a massive drug overdose “like any real artist, you’re a brilliant towering flame of glory one moment, gone and forgotten the next”.
I, being the resident philosopher, scoffed and issued a challenge. “Real art is immortality. I can’t die before they carve my fucking name on the moon”. I took a long drag on a cigarette making unbroken eye contact with Eric. I was just trying to be cute, pretending like he and I were actually arguing, but I caught a more intense stare back from his girlfriend, Charlie.
I was surprised when Charlie piped in, like some dreamy wanderer from another galaxy- “the only thing immortal in this world is love”. She said wrapping her fingers in Eric’s. She gave him a peck on the cheek, and returned her gaze to me.
“I wouldn’t know. A snake like me is incapable of love.” This piqued her interest, and she sat up a bit from Eric’s lap. Eric brought his attention to more pressing matters of joints and beer bottles, and excused himself.
“What do you mean by that? All living things are capable of love!” She sounded wounded, and her eyes had this freaky emptiness, like someone looking through me, instead of at me. Like she was searching the gloom around the campfire without seeing me right in front of her. Maybe she was reading my aura? She was stepping closer, like a curious doe, or a shy stray cat.
“Not snakes. We can’t feel joy, or pity.” I was a little worried my spiritual joke was perhaps going too far. But she continued to approach, all too close. I could feel her breath on my chest, and I could no longer comfortably put my cigarette to my lips without turning my head.
See, I am an atheist. A loud, possibly obnoxious, atheist. But have I experienced some “wild journeys” with spirit animals, and trippy imagery? Yes. One such occasion I met a bright green snake that explained I wasn’t capable of deep, fulfilling emotions. Not because I was depressed. It was because I was a snake, just like him. And snakes do not feel joy.
I explained my vision and encounter with Snake, and that was it for me and Charlie. We spent the next two hours talking about spiritualism, animal metaphors, past lives, and the toxic waste that is humanity. We found ourselves a fair distance from the rest of the crowd, as we kept getting more and more distant from the din and chaos of other humans. It was summer. It was muggy. But we were perhaps the last two people on the planet that mattered.
“I don’t think all humans are evil, I see myself as a vessel for love, that I can bring so much light, and goodness into the world”. She reached out a hand that glittered like pale porcelain in the starlight, and guided me standing to her. “My love is for you.” She said, and almost ritualistically stepped onto my feet, stretched her petite body up to me, and placed three, soft, wet kisses on my neck. It was like butterflies brushing against me, but a bit more lusty, and warm. There was a gasp between each kiss.
I… thought we were about to get into a fist fight with a band, because a drummer’s girlfriend just kissed me, but I looked about, and saw we were WAY out in the boonies from the bonfire. If anyone knew we were out here, they didn’t care.
“Um… thank you!” I said, surely blushing. I hadn’t let go of her hand. She continued to look up to me with kind, searching eyes. And I knew I wanted her. I just wasn’t entirely sure of the consequences. Those soft neck kisses had made me 20 IQ points dumber, and my pants were getting tighter. I had always been this way. If you step too close to me, or kiss me, I’ll have the most outrageous erection in an instant. And Charlie was practically entwined with me with her hips and breasts pressed into me. My dick was starting to think for me.
“What exactly… do you mean, that your love is for me?” I asked like a big, stupid animal. Charlie placed my hand around her waist, and stepped on her tip toes to put her lips to mine, and her tongue inside my mouth. After a moment of deep, breathy kissing she pulled back.
“Whatever you need from me.” Her voice had broken a bit, to sound a bit flushed and needy. I spotted a gnarly mulberry tree, and guided her around it to put the tree between us and the far-off crowd. I pulled her shirt over her head, and pulled her striped leggings down to her knees. I put my mouth on all of my favorite parts, and made her squirm and moan with teasing kisses and nips before eating her dripping wet pussy. She tasted like faintly sweetened glass.
“Give me your love” she murmured after she had a quaky orgasm braced against that ugly tree. My head was between her legs, and her delicate hands were rolling through my hair. I stood, gave her another deep kiss, she undid my jeans and pulled my cock out with a gasp.
I don’t know what she was expecting, but she wasn’t expecting THAT. She gave me a few firm strokes. I could tell from the new look in her eyes that she wanted to make me cum, and she had several preferences on how.
I turned her to face the tree, her butt was hanging out, with her leggings still wrapped around her knees. I held her curvy hips as I guided my cock to touch the deepest parts of her, and she let out a sharp gasp and clenched her pussy as I did.
“Are you okay?” I hadn’t had a LOT of partners, but I did know that not all of them liked bottoming out.
“Yeah, just… ” her voice was much more present, and alert than I had heard it all night. With a heavy gasp she pushed herself all the way back on me and felt my full length again “let me get used to it”. And she reached back to put a hand on my chest as she felt everything out. Very gradually she started building up speed and fucking at a good, steady clip. Eventually she put the arm that was pacing me up to her face, to muffle her groans.
For whatever primal reason, that really set me off, and I dug my grip into her hips and started railing her. After a few minutes I could feel her cumming with firm pulses. The symphony of sweaty flesh, and stifled moans was getting to be too much for me
“I’m gonna cum” I’ve always felt like it was good manners to announce yourself.
She reached back to hold my forearm “give me your love” she said in a raspy, urgent whisper.
That was all the encouragement I needed, and with a few, deep, held thrusts I filled her pussy. After we caught our breath, she pulled me out, and turned around to give me a sloppy kiss.
“Look what we did with our love!” she said pulling thick fingerloads of cum from between her legs.
She looked so proud, and full of love.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vov73r/that_time_i_had_a_pregnancy_scare_with_a_friends
Very hot! We all need to find a girl who loves the way Charlie did!