That One Summer [FM]

*Everyone is 18+*

It’s only fitting I think, to share how I lost my virginity. It was the day I realized sex would be the most important part of my life, and that nothing was an obstacle when it came to getting it.

To give you a little background, Jay was definitely not someone I was supposed to be messing around with. Not only because he was the ex-boyfriend of *my* ex-girlfriend, but the fact that he currently had a lovely girlfriend and had been dating her for close to a year. They swore to everyone who would listen that they were going to lose it together, to show their love for one another. As you can guess, it didn’t exactly go according to plan.

Jay and I had been friends since we took the same French class in high school and gotten past the whole ex-girlfriend debacle. The summer before he left for the Army and I went to college is where it started. He’d always been good looking, clean-cut with moss green eyes, dark blonde hair, and a firm frame from JROTC. I never thought he would be interested as I was his opposite. Black, curvy, and heavy into a goth/industrial phase, you heard the rattle of chains before you saw me and fishnet was like a second skin. So when our harmless, flirtatious jokes suddenly started having an edge to them, I eagerly went along with it, wondering how far it would go. To my surprise, we eventually moved to discreet touching when we thought no one was looking, and sneaking soft, quick kisses when hanging out until one day it escalated.

We agreed to go to a movie with a few mutual friends. I made sure to snag a seat beside him, already looking forward to the teasing that would ensue. It started with the usual grazing of my fingers over his jeans, but I was feeling bold that day. My hand circled closer to his crotch until it was resting on the obvious bulge straining against the rough material. He put his jacket over his lap and, after a moment of hesitation, undid the button and zipper, leaving me to explore. Right there next to our friends who were blissfully unaware, I stroked him until he erupted in my hand, streams of hot sticky cum running down my fingers. I wiped most of it on his jacket then stuck a finger in my mouth. My first time tasting cum aroused me. It was the beginning of the end.

After that, we gave up all pretense of a somewhat complicated friendship and began meeting regularly in the woods by the movie theater for mutual oral. The first time his tongue found my clit I gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair and bucking my hips in his face. The clumsy fingers that brought me to orgasm every night didn’t come close to that feeling. He patiently licked, sucked and teased my clit, learning as he went, until I came, soaking his face with wetness as waves of pleasure rolled through me. In return, I would get on my knees for him, happily bobbing my lips and tongue over his cock until he came, moaning, in my mouth. Even then I knew what to do, and swallowed every time. Dirty texts would fly back and forth after each meeting, our bodies always aching for more.

Finally, came the day where we had snuck away from our friend group during an outing and went to our favorite spot in the woods. He laid down the blanket he brought and we started like we always did. Soft kisses while we slid each others clothes off. Tongues, hands and teeth exploring the others body, reveling in the sensations. His tongue lapping at my pussy until I was dripping wet, then switching so I could slide him into my mouth. That day I had the bright idea to rub the tip of his cock against my clit, assuring him I wouldn’t slip it inside. I had the best intentions and wasn’t going to do something he was adamantly against. But if his tongue felt that good, then this would feel even better I reasoned.

I was right. It felt so good he kept bucking his hips up, gasping and saying my name. Of course, I didn’t account for the movement, (which he claimed he couldn’t control) so just a few minutes later, a particularly hard one caught me off guard and I lost my footing, his cock sliding halfway into me. I was soaking wet but it still hurt at first. As I sank down and stayed there for a few seconds, in shock that he was buried inside me, I began to notice how amazing it felt, being full. Giving in to the sensation of me wrapped around him, he gripped my hips and began thrusting, fucking me hard and desperately. Cries of pleasure tumbled from our lips as we moved against each other, lost in the intoxicating new feeling. He didn’t last very long and thankfully we snapped to our senses enough for him to pull out, where he came on his stomach. We stared at each other, awestruck at what just happened.

After that, we were insatiable. We tried to be as discreet as possible around others but the moment we got the chance we would sneak off to fuck. I wanted to say I felt guilty, but I was already lost to my lust. And while there *were* moments of guilt on his end, the pleasure I gave him kept him coming back. I never wanted anything more than what we had, painfully aware of the impending split in our paths.

We eventually stopped seeing each other after I confessed I had been hooking up with someone else as well as him only a few months after we started fucking. Sex was special to Jay and despite having a girlfriend (who he still hadn’t slept with) he assumed I was being faithful to him when it came to that. But I already needed more than what he was giving me, my newly discovered sex drive having taken over. For the first time out of what would be many, I chose my lust. With him now out of the picture, I went on my first slut spree, hooking up with dozens of men within a years time. But those are stories for another day.

He actually found me on Facebook about 5 years ago and reached out. He was married with 3 kids at that point, but I still came up in his mind every now and then. I was flattered and in a good girl phase, so I gently declined his advances and blocked him. Now I wished I had kept in touch, if only to reminisce about those times, or to tease him, or maybe even stage a reunion where I could show him everything I had learned since that summer in the woods.

The summer I became a slut.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w2v520/that_one_summer_fm