As Cass and I were unpacking our cars and setting up our dorm room for the final time today, we talked about how much has changed over the last three years. How two strangers, one an extrovert and one an introvert, could become best friends and all that we’ve experienced. It really got me thinking and when she left to see some friends, I walked to my favorite quiet spot on campus. I passed the students and families milling about and thought about those early days in my college career and even before.
My past was also a huge part of my early days reconnecting with Steven. He knew where my anxieties came from and offered support just as he had when we were younger and inseparable. My parents married young and my dad thought he was in love, but my mom’s narcissistic tendencies took a toll on him. She kicked him out shortly after I was born and though he fought for me, he was a poor mechanic and ultimately accepted he’d never win.
None of the men my mom dated were great, but she’d also use them for what she needed and kick them out. This is a great way to view relationships as a child and teen. NOT! She was already taking it upon herself to criticize every aspect of my body and how I wasn’t girly enough. She absolutely hated that I was into cars. Her last boyfriend only made it worse.
The night they were arrested for producing and distributing drugs, I was removed by CPS and put into emergency custody with my dad only because the file was seen by a friend of his who had recently taken the job and knew his heartbreak from losing me. I was taken away that night and if not for a chance meeting in college, I might not have made the transformation I did.
It was the night of spring formal. We’d been hanging out and hooking up for a few months at that point. I was still battling the low self-esteem and body image from my mom’s abuse and control. I was trying to reconcile the sexual desires I had after years of viewing sex as a negative due to how I heard mom use it to get her way. But in my dress and painted nails that night, our bodies pressed tightly as we danced, I saw a difference in us.
We went to his on campus apartment that night. His roommates were at a party and wouldn’t be back for hours. I sat on his bed and cried into his chest over the conflicting feelings. I wanted him, but didn’t want to use him. I was imperfect. He stroked my back until the tears stopped. His words ring in my head to this day.
“Mackenzie” he hadn’t used my full name since we were kids. “You are far and away not your mother. You’re kind, gentle, smart, funny, and unique. You do not use me for sex, we *both* engage in it with no expectations. Your body is amazing. And you talk cars with me! Honestly, you. are. an. amazing. woman.”
In that moment, while I knew the anxieties would not easily go away, the comfort I had known through all my trauma still rang true. But the boy was now a man with a heart understanding of the needs of a woman. Both emotionally and physically. I enjoyed sex, but I knew now it was something I could enjoy without guilt. And I wanted it.
I went in for a kiss. A quick peck followed by a deep embrace. Steven tried to stop me but I told him I wanted this more than ever. He had my dress off me before I knew it and I began to unbutton his shirt as we kissed. I slid it over his shoulders and he unhooked my bra. Kneeling in front of him as I unzipped his pants, my hands grabbed his boxers and slid them down.
My mouth began to cover his hard cock as he stepped out of them and removed his shirt. Steven’s hands moved my curly hair from my face and held it in a loose pony tail as I teased him with my mouth, making eye contact as I took him as far into my mouth as I could without gagging.
Not being one to let the pleasure be one sided, Steven bent over and picked me up to toss me on the bed. Grool spread between my crotch and panties as he pulled them off and started playing with my clit. He rubbed circles while teasing my puffy nipples with his mouth.
Knowing it was insecurity, he whispered “I love your tits. Your nipples taste so good in my mouth. I love the shape of your boobs * and* your amazing puffy nipples.”
When he went back to kissing, sucking, and nibbling, it didn’t take long for me to scream in ecstasy. It was as if my nipples were directly connected to my pussy and clit. I came hard and squirted in his bed. He continued to finger me until I gave him the sign I was ready for him.
As he entered me, I moaned. The previous orgasm only helped lubricate me and he slid in with ease. My walls were stretched as he thrusted into me. My red painted nails dug into his skin as he filled me with slow, powerful thrusts. We placed a pillow under my ass to give him better access. Steven grabbed my tits to brace himself as I bucked my into his rhythm.
Each time he filled me, I moaned louder than ever before. Our eyes locked as my pleasure mounted. Steven continued to thrust but kissed me deeply, passionately. Our lips were locked as a scream left my through and I tensed and then shuddered in orgasm.
I climbed off the bed and onto the floor, beckoning him to me with my finger. He grabbed my hair again as I grabbed his waist and began to lick and suck. I could taste myself mixed with his precum. His moans were soft but my mouth grew tired just as my name escaped his lips.
I had yet to learn the signs of him about to cum, so I was surprised when he began to stroke and groan out that he was nearing the edge. For the first time, Steven came on my body instead of in and his load completely covered my tits. The last few little spurts hit my legs as his knees went week.
It was in that moment, feeling the warm sticky goo coating my tits that I knew I loved sex, that I loved cum, and that it was ok and natural. And I already couldn’t wait for the next time I’d be filled with or covered in cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wpb7ab/from_naïve_virgin_to_cumslut_a_reflection_fm