My Crush [F] made me watch as she got herself off

*Once upon a time, little* /u/before-my-wife *had his little heart broken.*

Her name was Moira. We met the very first day of uni playing a pickup soccer game. She was hella cute, with curly blonde hair and the most wonderful little button nose. Typical to form, she had great dimples when she smiled.

She was also acerbic, strong-willed, and took-no-shit. I quickly developed more than a little bit of a crush.

We casually hung out like people at uni do before I asked her out and she turned me down because she was transferring to a different school. I didn’t cry, but I did mope around for a week or two.

Flash forward a few years, and I was heading to a conference through the city where she lived. This was a regular-ish thing – we’d grab coffee or a movie when I was passing through – but what made this time different was that the bus schedule was weird.

*Which meant that I needed to find a place to spend the night.*

I complained of hotel prices for maybe five minutes before she said that I can just crash at her place. “It’s not a big deal,” we told ourselves.

Moira was renting a studio apartment, which I was kinda expecting. What I wasn’t expecting was the fact that she didn’t own a couch. “Where am I sleeping?” I asked, already dreading a long night on the floor. Moira just shrugged and pointed at her bed in reply.

An hour later we were all ready for bed. It was June and starting to get toasty, so she was wearing these short pajama shorts and a loose tank top. I was dressed more modestly – not wanting to assume or be impolite.

I was sweltering, lying in that bed. And as much as I tried, sleep just wasn’t coming. I was also mad at myself – for years I’d tried to get over my crush, and I thought that I had. But the moment I walked into her apartment I started to wonder if we were going to fuck. These thoughts did not disappear the moment I was lying beside her.

“Hey, are you sleeping?” Moira whispered.

“No,” I replied. And when I turned to look at her, she kissed me.

*I’ll skip the next part because I’ve written about me fucking about a million times, and that’s not really the point of the story, anyways.*

When the ten minutes or so of passion was over, I was lying back, sweaty and very happy with myself. “Was it good for you?” I asked. Moira didn’t really reply, which said everything I needed to know.

I swung around on top of her again and started kissing my way down her body – and then Moira, getting what was happening, pushed me down faster. I was face-to-face with her pussy, and I gave her what I could, tasting her wetness, playing with her clit.

Moira was liking it – she told me so. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” she said as I ran my tongue over her clit. Her hands grabbed onto my hair and held me in place, her thighs clenched around my head. But she just wasn’t cumming.

*Let this be a lesson, folks. Sometimes, despite all your best work, it’s just not happening.*

Eventually I had to tap out. My jaw was sore and tired. I crawled back up to her, defeated. “I want you to cum,” I told her. “You felt so fucking good, I want you to feel good too.”

Moira bit her lip. “Don’t get mad, ok? There’s something you can do.”

“What?”

“You can hand me the purple vibrator,” she said. “And then you can watch me ride it for you?”

*This was new.*

I nodded and opened her bedside drawer to find an assortment of various dildos, plugs, and vibrators. Moira was fucking stocked, guys! There were big ones, small ones, bumpy ones, twisty ones, real-looking ones… She directed me to the one she wanted: a smaller purple Hitachi-looking one.

*I am not a connoisseur of vibes, and this was more than a few years ago.*

I sat back against the headboard and she knelt in front of me, moving the vibe between her legs. “I saw these videos,” she said, switching the vibe on. “Women were reading while someone with a vibe was getting them off. It was really fucking hot, and I want to do the same thing with you, if that’s ok?”

*I found out later the video series is called Hysterical Literature. Stoya did a video. Moira was right – it was really fucking hot.*

I handed her a book from her bedside table and she opened it one-handed. And she started reading to me, holding the book with one hand while the other moved the vibe around and around and around below her…

*To nobody’s surprise, I have no memory of what she was reading to me.*

But she kept reading, and reading and reading. And her voice would catch on words, or she would gulp mid-sentence. Or she’d shut her eyes for a moment to try to either soak in the moment or regain composure.

And then suddenly it happened. The dam broke and I could see her pressing the vibe against her with all her might. She let out a sob of pleasure, her head fell forward, eyes screwed shut. Moira’s whole body started shaking as she convulsed on her vibrator. She dropped the book and fell forward, holding herself up with her hand on my knee.

And then it was over. And Moira looked up at me, face totally flushed, out of breath, and then she noticed my hard cock in front of her.

“What are we going to do with that?” Moira asked. I smiled at her knowingly, and a few minutes later, my old crush was swallowing my cum.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w8t0jx/my_crush_f_made_me_watch_as_she_got_herself_off