This was years ago, but still a fond memory. Please pardon the formatting; I’m typing this on my phone. Sexy times will be after asterisks.
The party had died down, and most of our guests had left the apartment, except for my roommates’ dates and a couple other stragglers. One of them was a girl I had a huge crush on in high school, but never had the grapes to actually act on, even though I felt we had chemistry. She had fallen asleep in an armchair in the corner, with her jacket over her legs like a blanket.
When the last of our guests were leaving, I woke her up to see if she wanted a ride home, but secretly wanted her to stay. I never could shake the crush I had, and she was so beautiful. She asked if she could sleep there, because she was too tired to drive and didn’t want to leave her car at the apartment… Score one for me.
I shut off the lights in the apartment and locked the doors, brushed my teeth and changed for the night, then headed back into the living room to be with her (I’ll call her Sarah). Trying not to be too much of a pest, I woke her up again to make sure she was comfortable and see if she needed anything. She sleepily said she was fine. Damn. First time getting her alone since she showed up, and she was too tired to even respond… I had missed my chance.
I grabbed a blanket, figuring the least I could do was cover her in more than her jacket. When I removed her jacket, though, I could still see her shapely legs curled up and almost glowing in the dim light. She was wearing a short skirt, so I spread the blanket over her quickly so she didn’t get chilled from being uncovered, but I ended up disturbing her, anyway.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I got you a blanket,” I replied in a whisper, feeling like a pest.
“I said I was fine, but thanks” she said, still sleepy but now with an edge of being annoyed.
I had blown it, I felt. I decided I’d just leave her be, so I started to head to my room while she resituated herself with the blanket.
“Can you sit with me?” I heard her say.
“Like, in the chair?” Please keep in mind that I was going, drunk, and awkward; talking to a woman I was crushing on.
“No. Like next to me, on the floor or something. I don’t know your roommates.”
I wanted to make up for pestering her, so I sat down in front of the chair and set my head on the armrest. She kicked the blanket out so that I was partially covered. She seemed to get comfortable again right after, so I assumed I was just there to make her feel a little safer. I tried to calm down and sleep, but she smelled amazing. Even though it wasn’t what I was hoping for, I was still excited to be so close to her while she slept.
I felt a draft, so I pulled the blanket a little tighter around her legs, then left a hand on her calf. After a while, I realized that I’d been moving my hand up and down her calf slowly, and she didn’t seem to mind. Not wanting to push my luck, but still wanting to be close I put my hand in my own lap and moved my head from the armrest to her lap. Again, she didn’t seem to mind.
I started feeling a hand combing through my hair, like someone lazily stroking a cat. Sarah wasn’t asleep! I thought back to all the chemistry we had in high school and all the times I never made a move, and I was just drunk enough to get over myself enough to see if anything was there, so I pulled her down so she was on the floor with me, and I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her.
She kissed me back. My gods, she had the softest, pillowy lips I had ever kissed. I was instantly addicted. She moved the tip of her tongue along my lips, teasing me until I met hers with my own. I moved my free hand down to her waist, up under her shirt, but only resting there on her soft, warm skin. I already felt like I’d won the lottery by getting to kiss her, so I was perfectly happy luxuriating in that.
Our kissing was never fever-pitched, but slow and lazy like she was intentionally drawing it out, too. I was as hard as a coffin nail, but too overwhelmed by everything that was happening to do anything about it. Then, there was a break. She pulled away and put her head on my chest. I moved my hand from her waist to her lower back, and figured we were done. I didn’t mind as much as I thought I would; my lips were still reliving the feel of her lips.
“I was hoping you’d make a move.” Sarah said, after a beat.
“Really?” I was beyond elated.
“Yeah. Now I’m so sleepy,” she said in a childish way. I couldn’t help but laugh. She was so cute.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I told her. “I’m still recovering from that kiss.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, sounding for the first time like she was both relieved and disappointed.
“I’m sure. Relax and go to sleep. We can kiss again in the morning.”
I tried to take my own advice, willing my heartbeat to slow down; for my cock to go back to sleep. She seemed to be okay, but I was electrified by her.
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I moved my hand down her back, resting it on her ass, instead. She felt good everywhere. She wasn’t thin, but she was a dancer, so her plump rear was tight and firm through her skirt. I lightly grabbed her ass a couple times, just in disbelief she was there.
I felt her hand move down from my chest to my stomach, and willed it to follow the treasure trail down. She also shifted her legs, throwing her right leg over my left so she was straddling it. I wasn’t sure I could get harder without my dick popping like an overfilled water balloon.
I slid my hand down her ass, gathering her skirt up in hopes that I could touch her panty-covered butt while she was still conscious enough to signal whether it was okay or too far. She laughed a little, then. “I’m not going to make it easy for you.”
I figured that we were done with pretenses. I slid a hand between her legs, feeling the warm dampness of her sex through her panties and running my hand back to rest on her fantastic ass. She put her hand up my shirt, hesitated briefly at my waistband, then continued through my pubic hair to the base of my impossibly-hard shaft.
While she stroked me, I moved my hand up her ass and then back down, under the waistband of her panties. My dick throbbed as I felt her naked ass for the first time. My goal was further down, though. I cupped her ass briefly, but moved back between her legs and parting her short pubic hairs to the source of her wetness… But my position didn’t allow much more than that teasing touch of heaven – the tips of two fingers coming to rest at her opening.
She teased me, stroking my cock and pinning me down while I couldn’t do more. “I told you I’m not going to make it easy.”
I pulled my arm back, and we fake-wrestled while I tried to flip her into her back. Unable to gain any ground, I let her have her victory.
“That’s okay. I can still get a taste, if I want,” I told her.
“Yeah? How?” she asked as she wrapped her hand around my dick once again. “I have you by the balls.”
I pulled the two fingers up to my mouth and sucked on them; as much to tease her as to satisfy my own curiosity. She even tasted like heaven. “Mmm. Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go to sleep,” I said as my fingers left my mouth.
“Hey! No fair!” she said, beating my dick against my leg like a bat.
“Or…” I trailed off as I pushed her off of me and pinned her down. I kissed her as I moved my free hand down from her neck, over her chest, down her stomach, across the front of her skirt, and then back up over her silken, swollen pussy lips.
I kissed down to her neck, following the trail my hand made, but kissing her breasts through her shirt. I pulled her panties to the side and slid my fingers into her wetness. Her breathing quickened, and I kissed down her stomach to her thighs. I pulled her panties down, intoxicated more by the scent of her freed sex than the alcohol at this point, pushed the front of her skirt up and kissed down her pubic hair to her clit. Being young and foolish, I didn’t spend enough time there, opting instead to slide my tongue down her folds and then up, into her while I held one of her hands and groped her breast with my other.
I didn’t have enough hands, I realized. I wanted to touch her everywhere all at once, but I was languishing in hearing her ragged breathing while I tried to shove as much of my tongue into her as possible. I moved my hand down from her breast, then up her shirt and under her bra so I could feel her without barriers. Then I pulled her up, and into me – my dick nestled into her stomach while I pulled off her shirt and bra.
I started to position my cockhead between the lips of her pussy when she gasped and asked if I had a condom. I told her I’d get one, then pushed her gently back and fucked myself into her. I loved the way she swallowed air as I entered her. After a few thrusts, she pushed me back and told me I needed to get a condom.
I pretended exasperation, but pulled her up and guided her by the hand into my room. I put on a condom, and licked her hairy slit at the same time. I entered her again, and even though it was dulled, the sensation of being inside her was cosmic. We kissed while I fucked her, and I didn’t last anywhere near as long as I wanted to. I don’t think I ever stopped running my hands over her skin, even after I passed out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11fuez1/my_first_time_with_a_woman_of_color_mf