Cassie was a pretty bad girl in high school. My friends talked about how she was the girl they’d cheat with, about how she was the girl that would blow them, show her massive tits to, and then create drama by telling their girlfriends.
I was a pretty timid nerd in high school. One of my friends, Stevie, always talked about licking her nipples, and how they were these tiny things the same color as her boobs.
She wore lots of eyeshadow, had a massive rack and a skinny waist, and had lots of problems at
Home. She had this hot, deep laugh and sometimes wore glasses, and flirted with everyone.
I never, ever hooked up with her but I jerked off thinking of her tits a ton.
Later in my life I found her on tinder. We flirted some and I could tell she was the type who had a hookup on shitty weed, and I definitely needed some.
She had gained a lot of weight from high school. I didn’t care, she still had big tits and had dyed her hair and I was still running on that high school crush grind.
“Can I get a quarter ounce from
You?”
“Yeah, want to meet close to my apartment?”
“Totally, let’s get a drink beforehand. How much is it?”
“I’m sure you can find a way to pay.”
Flirty as always, I made up my mind I was going to lick those tits.
We met downtown. She wore perfume, eyeshadow. She wanted to show off. She had gained a ton of weight and an ex-husband, but who cares. She had a nice ass and laughed that nasty laugh and we both got double Jack and cokes and I sat close and pushed my knees against her at the bar.
I wasn’t so timid anymore.
Back at her dire apartment with a leaking elevator she put on this playlist full of Poison and Whitesnake and some other absolutely awful 80s hair metal ballads. So on point. She was all I wanted.
“I can sell this to you, but you have to smoke a hit first to prove you aren’t a cop”
“What if I don’t?”
“Uhhhh, then I’ll be really upset and kick you out.”
We smoked this dry-as-hell mids, coughed a ton, and listened to some more Skid Row, or whatever. She smoked some bubblegum flavored nicotine vape, and I tried it. Terrible.
I was on a chair and she was on the couch, she was high, but staring at me. She didn’t wear perfume just for herself, and she kept talking about how much high school sucked, how the girls were so mean, how she shouldn’t have dated our friend that became a cop and forced her to get an abortion.
Time to make my move,nostalgia means she wants it. I put my feet against hers and stroked her legs with mine.
“I’m gonna flirt with you now. Stroke your legs some.”
“Oh yeah? Then what?”
“I’m going to kiss you, and if you let me, I’m going to kiss your tits”
She got bright red, and started breathing heavy, giggling more. She asked me to come close. We kissed and worked our bubblegum flavored tongues over each other.
“Can I see your boobs?”
“Yeah, but nothing below the belt”
She would say a lot of things she would later go back on.
After making out and licking her throat, I finally got to see those tits. Kind of underwhelming! What can you do after years and years of expectation! Fine, big, ghostly areolae with tiny nipples. She was on her back and they slid across her side. Still, I could have bust ropes right there, listening to 80s ballads, looking at
Those great huge boobs I had wanted for so long.
I gently made out with her, caressing her neck and lips, kissing her nipples and neck and pinching her tits and squeezing her ass.
“Will you…will you finger me?”
“I thought you said nothing below the belt?”
Yeah, just finger me, but nothing oral.
Don’t worry, she lying about this too.
She undid her jeans. Sliding the off her perfect ass, keeping her black thong panties on.
“You shave that little pussy of yours?”
It had been a couple week or so, but I could tell she had it waxed all the way. She was wet and slick and the tugged her panties against her pussy. I fingered her, rubbing her clit in time with licking lips and pinching her nipple. Pinch, lick, flick, lick, flick pinch.
She was wet, talking low, deep now.
“Oh, oh…have you wanted this? Have I been n your spank bank?”
No time to lie.
“Yeah, I used to jerk off all the time thinking about your tits and wet pussy”
She leaned her head back.
“Is it..oh..ohhh…just like you thought it would be?”
Eh, time to lie.
“Better, much better.”
She was close now, throttling her thick pale thighs against my hand.
“I want you to eat my pussy. Go down on me!”
“I thought you said no Oral?”
“Come with me”
She led me into her messy bedroom. Clothes everywhere. Pill bottles. Funky blinds. She got naked on bed.
She had this really tiny clit. She was shaved down. She was wet and easy to lick. And she was into it, shouting now.
“Yeah, eat my dirty pussy! Eat my dirty pussy!”
My fave was soaking wet. She was wet and I toggled her clit with my tongue, squeezing her tits with my free hands over and over.
“Uhhhnn, uhhh ohhhh yeahhhhh”
I could feel her cum against my face, squeezing me with her thick thighs, rubbing my hair, her toes curling, her feet twitching over and over.
“Oh, that’s so good.”
“Yeah. I could tell. Hey you want yo blow me, return the favor?”
“No.”
“Wow, uh, not even a handjob?”
“Ok, fine. Get a towel from the bathroom”
Wow, this girl knew excitement, and knew how to give the worlds least enthusiastic handjob ever. She rolled her eyes as I called her baby, and I refrained from speaking about it the cleanliness of the of my stiff cock. She spent most of the time jerking me off staring at her wall, listening to Motley Crue, and I just watched her boobs wobble in time.
She jerked me off into a shower rag and then tossed it onto the floor. She immediately got up without saying a word and went to the bathroom.
I was in her front room, and clothed, when she got out.
“Hey don’t forget your weed, and kiss me goodbye.”
I didn’t. We made out in the hallway of her shitty apartment building. She put her fingers against my collar and looked me straight in the eye and said
“This won’t be the last time you see me, will it?”
Well, it wasn’t EVER, but it was the last time I saw her tits and pussy.
10/10 experience not necessary to do again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xu1sao/fm_buying_weed_fromthen_going_down_on_a_crush