I(M20) have a complicated relationship with my coworker(F21) Part Two [MF]

Part one is on my page. I marked when the sex begins if you want to skip the exposition.

Some time had passed and when I quit that job, she was talking to someone else so we naturally drifted apart. I was just sitting on my phone lounging around when I got a text from her. We exchanged hellos and how are yous and from there, we were texting for days on end. It’s like we couldn’t run out of things to talk about. I was feeling more confident that maybe the moment we shared meant something to her because it certainly meant something to me. I took the plunge and asked her if she would like to check out this antique store, as friends of course. She delightfully accepted and I felt like a kid again, feeling that same rush of excitement when you and your crush brushed hands or sat together during class.

The day of the “friend” date came, I brushed my teeth three times although I doubted I’d be brave enough to go in for a kiss. She decided to pick me up and we would ride in her car. Nothing exciting happened on our date, we laughed and enjoyed each other’s company and shared some peeks at each other but the fun came after we got in her car after spending hours of looking at funky trinkets.

As we rode back, she reminisced on the day we had and didn’t want it to end so she invited me back to her place. She has two brothers and still lives with her parents so I really didn’t think much of this or even thought there was sexual intention in her request so I accepted quickly. We arrived at her house and I followed her in, taking note of all the decor. She offered me a seat on her couch and left me to go change into comfortable clothes. I watched her walk away, I couldn’t help my eyes from drifting down her body. I waited anxiously, my knee was bouncing like a dog wagging it’s tail. I heard her footsteps and looked in her direction and my breath was caught in my throat.

Her hair was up in a ponytail, which if I’m being honest is a big weakness for me because the neck is a visually stunning part of the body. She had those baggy sweatpants that hung low on her hips but the thing that shook me most was seeing her in a cropped wife beater, exposing a lot of skin and showing off another weakness of mine: the clavicle. She walked in so casually, hips swaying, that I honestly felt foolish for being so nervous, excited, and letting my lust brew over simple things. She sat down right next to me, her side brushing up against me and suggested we watch a movie.

As we watched, I asked when her family would be home and she said that they went to visit her grandparents in another state so they would likely be out till tomorrow. My pants felt so stiff at the thought of being alone with her and it wouldn’t calm down no matter how many breathing exercises or how many times I flexed my calf muscle to make it go away. At some point I felt her face turn to me from the corner of my eye so naturally I looked at her to see what she was looking at. It was me, she was studying me so closely. I felt naked, bare, and so vulnerable and it felt like the pressure of being peered at by her beautiful brown eyes was pushing on my chest.

-This is where the fun begins-

She started leaning in and I naturally followed her lead. Our lips met except I missed my mark and had to apologize for acting like I’ve never done this before. She giggled and reassured me that all was well and we tried again, this time I landed right where I belong. I felt my heartbeat in my ears and I felt a rush of adrenaline force my arms toward her, grabbing at her hips and pulling her closer. She took the hint and picked herself up to straddle me, not even missing a beat. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and started playing with my hair, which made my cock grow. She quivered, pushing herself down on my growth and started moving her hips against me.

I was trying to be patient but feeling her move against me gave my hands a mind of their own and they slid down her frame, catching the fabric of her shirt before meeting the exposed skin on her lower back but that was not their destination. I let my hands slide down more and more until they cusped her ass and I gently wrapped my hands around it, giving it a squeeze. She must’ve enjoyed that because she threw her head up and away from my face to let out a groan. I took that as an opportunity to attack her neck and collarbone, peppering it in kisses and gentle bites. Her hips started moving faster and faster and I groaned, I lost all resistance to trying to be the patient one. I stood up picking her up with me, and turned us around to throw her on the couch in my spot. I got in between her legs, first kissing her plump lips and moving my mouth lower. My hands made their way under shirt and moved to her back, unclasping her bra, and then moving back to the front. I cupped her breasts while sliding my lips down her neck, to the collarbone and then in between her boobs. I wanted to spend more time with them but my monkey brain was taking complete control of my body so I licked down her stomach all the way to the waistband of her sweatpants.

I stopped and looked up at her, she was biting her lip and had the most beautifull desperate and needy expression. I smirked at her, hiding my nervousness, and asked her if she wanted me to taste her. I cringe rewriting this but luckily, she was pleased with my question and maybe appreciative of me for asking for explicit consent because she nodded furiously. I slid her pants off, my eyes grabbed every detail as I slid them down inch by inch. I started hungrily kissing her thighs, up and down in a methodical way. I was trying to be patient and get her riled up before I allowed myself to begin. I grabbed at her panties and as I slid those off, I kissed from one hip to the other over and over again, lowering my mouth each time until it met her pussy.

I spread her lips open and took a second to admire every detail before gently kissing her clit. She groaned when I made contact and moved her hands to grip my hair. I took that as a sign to make my first lick and from there, I started softly and slowly. That didn’t last long, her breaths were quickening and her moans were slipping from the hand she used to close her mouth while she failed not to make sounds. I started licking roughly, varying the speed and direction, trying to find the variation that made her moan and quiver the most. I found the right pace and started working on her, moving my hands to slide up and down her toned stomach and cusp her breasts. She started shaking and bucking her hips, she was practically yelling at this point. I will never forget the moment her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she pulled my face roughly into her core, keeping me from breathing as she came on my mouth. I thought that if I died from asphyxiation during oral, it wouldn’t look good on my obituary but I kept on licking through her orgasm, powering through the discomfort and possibly fatal encounter.

She flopped back, her grip was limp and her eyes were closed. Her breathing was rapid but a smile formed on her pretty lips. I knew that meant I did good but I still asked her if she was okay. All she could do was nod as her thighs quivered and the spot she was laying on had a noticeable wet spot. I felt pride and my dick grew an inch(not really) from how big my ego grew at making a pretty woman such as herself cum so hard, she couldn’t look or speak, just smile. She finally opened her gorgeous brown eyes and she peered at me before moving her eyes down to the stiff shape that had grown in my pants. The next thing she said was that it was time for her to return the favor.

Part three coming soon.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zhmxz6/im20_have_a_complicated_relationship_with_my