While I was back in my hometown for Christmas, some friends had a party. I was pleasantly surprised to see a few people who I hadn’t seen since before the pandemic. There was a lot of catching up with life events – marriages, breakups, travel, jobs, new hobbies, etc. Early on things were going well, except for one person I didn’t know who was kind of annoying me. Within the first 15-20 minutes, she disparaged one guy’s new job (“My friend worked there and it’s super toxic”) and a movie that some other people seemed to all enjoy (“I couldn’t even finish it. It was so dumb.”)
When I ran into the host, I asked who the annoying woman was. She sighed. It was the downstairs neighbor who regularly complained about noise. My friends gave her a heads up that they were having a party and threw in a “stop by if you want” but didn’t actually expect her to come. Now they had to deal with this woman being Negative Nancy in every conversation within earshot. So I had a little fun and lightly antagonized her whenever she talked something down. It never went further than playful little debates. But it did make me the person who interacted with her most at the party.
Later on, as people were leaving, Nancy approached me with “Hey… what’s up?” I thought “What now?” She then bluntly said “I live downstairs. Do you want to come over?” And then I started to figure it out – she’s probably on the spectrum. The mannerisms, the awkwardness, etc. I should also point out she did look good. She went heavy on the mascara, but was decked out in a super deep V top and poured into jeans. I thought about it for a second and figured why not. She left with a smile. I said goodbye to a couple people and went downstairs.
She was a little nervous while we made some actually pleasant small talk. But within ten minutes she switched gears and blurted out “Do you want to make out?”
I’d been sitting along the back of a sofa while we talked. She stepped over and we kissed. She became rather aggressive pretty quickly and moved my hands to touch her chest. Soon she pushed me over the side of the couch and was laying on top of me. It’s about then when I saw the “crazy” in her eyes.
I know the adage to not stick your dick in crazy, but it’d been a while for me and I’m not local, so I decided the reward outweighed the risk. And, wow. She was stellar and enthusiastic, though still a little awkward.
In the midst of pulling each other’s clothes off on the sofa, she suddenly got off of me to ask if I had a partner. I said no and she said “Ok. So do you want me to suck your dick?” as if everything before that would not have been cheating. I guess she just needed to hear me say it. Then she gave me a top-tier blowjob – attention on all the right spots, incredible tongue action, reasonable deep throat, good hands, and a little chatter like “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.” I used that as an excuse to get her to stop sucking the soul out of me and we headed for the bedroom.
Once there, we took a step back. We made out again. I then went down on her. She was a little erratic through that, going from big moans to absolutely nothing on a dime. It almost seemed like she wasn’t interested it. But I eventually figured her out and got her to cum.
I then crawled back up on her, and started to fuck her. The “crazy” came out again – the sounds, the gyrations, etc. She dug her nails into my back. She pushed me off and got on top, slamming down on my cock while I thrusted back up in her. I loved watching her tits bounce over my face. All the while, she rambled about how good it felt and that she wanted me to cum on her.
As I got close, I pushed her off me onto her back and then went around the bed pulling her head upside down off the edge to fuck her mouth. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how she’d react, but… high risk can equal high reward. I played with her tits and she fingered herself while I shoved my cock in her mouth.
When I felt close, I pulled out of her mouth and stroked. The first rope hit her in the hip. The second on her chest. Then she reached up and milked out more, letting it drip on her face. I was spent. She giggled and rubbed my cum into her skin, then licked her fingers with a satisfying “mmm.”
I washed up, thanked her for a lovely evening, and said goodbye while she was still naked with her head at the foot of the bed.
That was a week ago. On New Year’s Day I texted with my friends who live upstairs and they didn’t mention anything, so I assume she hasn’t said anything to them.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/103blzp/mf_the_annoying_woman_at_the_party_is_full_of
Fantastic story! Gotta keep that situation in mind if I get stuck with an annoying one!
Great story!
And holy heck, I can empathize with her a ton. I have totally just abruptly said “hey, would you like to have sex sometime?”
I can relate, and experienced something similar several years ago. A good friend of my ex girlfriend just finalized her divorce then started messaging me on Facebook (when I was still on social media).
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When we were still all together (my ex gf and I, and her friend and her now-ex husband), it was cool because I liked her hubby a lot, and as a result could tolerate his now-ex wife constantly being a contrarian and Feminazi (not that I have a problem with feminism, but this chick was a special brand of special), but in a one on one setting, I wanted to punch her in the face (figuratively speaking).
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So back to the social media messaging. She twisted my arm to meet up with her for drinks to “catch up” (I had no idea what we had to “catch up” about, and my breakup was none of her business, so I had no intentions of getting into it with her), but this chick simply wouldn’t let it go. So finally, after about a month of this, I relented. I kind of sighed to myself, figured that being cordial, having a couple of rounds, and calling it a night wouldn’t be that big of a deal.
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But between the dress she was wearing, her tits practically spilling out of it, the slutty-looking heels, the fact that our conversation had, to my surprise, become almost entirely a highly sexual one, I found myself at her apartment, railing her with a passion that surprises me to this day. It was borderline hate fucking, but yeah, it was still super passionate in that light.