I let him AMA in person [F] (part 3)

Sorry this it taking so long. But I hope you’re enjoying the slow burn regardless. Feel free to let me know.

Alright, so we get back to my place, grab a more appropriate beverage, a couple beers and some wine, and sit back down. He asked if he could revisit some of his previous questions, or if now that we’ve moved on it was too late, I told him it was okay. He said he wanted more clarification on how I taught my sister to shave, and what that actually looked like. I elaborated. I was 19 at the time, freshman year, so last year, i was home on summer break and my sister who was 16 and I were hanging out. She got a bit awkward and the subject of shaving came up. She asked if it was hard, if i had ever cut myself, things like that. Turns out she was terrified of doing it, but wanted to shave. So i ended up doing it with her. She went bottomless in her bedroom, i talked her through the process, and then told her to keep up with it. I didn’t do anything, just hung out and gave her tips and suggestions to help. It was a fun story to share, and then he said he wanted me to prove it. He admitted that he chose that to prove because out of all the stories, that one was the most likely to be made up. So it made sense to challenge me on that one.

I had to think about how to prove it, I mean the only way was to call her really, but that was risky, and kinda awkward. But after thinking it through, i figured it was the only way to prove it, and i’m nothing if not a lady of my word haha. So i put my phone on speaker, told him to be quiet, and i called her. I made sure she was alone, and said i had a weird question. I just wanted to check in since it had been a year, if everything down there is still going okay, had she had any issues since I helped her the first time. She agreed it was random, said nope she still shaves, never looked back, asked why. I said no reason, just thought about it, and wanted to check in, told her i loved her and that was that. Random call, but it proved my response true. He smiled, and I could tell he enjoyed listening to me, at least in vailed terms, talking to my sister about her being shaved. He told me he appreciated the proof of honesty.

The conversation continued and he asked about my toys again. He said he was torn between asking for proof they exist (i had admitted to exactly what toys i have and where I keep them), so proof would include me showing him then in the drawer they live in. But he was thinking proof of how i clean them would be more fun, but likely more risky. He was concerned someone may have witnessed me putting a toy in my mouth after using it, and me just calling them. He decided to take a gamble and ask for proof of me sucking them. I smiled, and by this point my inhibitions were down, both alcohol induced and a day full of total transparency. “Wait here,” i said, and i stood up to walk away, turning only to ask if he was checking out my ass referencing the thong on the beach question from our walk home). I walked off, emerging a few moments later with a 10 inch purple silicon vibrator. “So here is proof that this one exists, i guess,” i said smiling.

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I put it on the sofa next to him, and stood in front of him. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, slowly shimming them down my legs and awkardly taking them off, being sure to turn around so he could see my thong. Then took my thong off and threw it on top of my pants. I turned so he could see me from the front, “and i guess this is proof that i shave, and just this morning,” i said invitationally for him to give it a quick stroke. “Very smooth,” he said with a nervous smile. I proceeded to sit down on the sofa legs open towards him, giving him a full view of my pussy, took the vibrator and slid it effortlessly inside me (by this point I was very wet). I didn’t go at it very long, long enough to give him a bit of a show, get the vibrator sufficiently wet, but not long enough to orgasm. I took the vibrator out, and placed it directly into my mouth. I wasn’t emulating a blow job, just making sure that i put it as far as it could go. Took it out, gave it several licks to get the rest, and placed it on my stomach (my shirt was still on, but lifted enough for my belly button to be exposed). “How was that for proof?” I asked. By this point, he wasn’t even attempting to hide his raging boner, so he simply eyed down to make sure i looked at it, and the damp spot that was emerging on his jeans. “I think that proved it very well,” he said smiling.

I contemplated putting my pants back in, but decided what the hell, they can stay off. “So what else would you like to ask me, or have me prove, you have one more,” i said smiling, both indicating I was happy to continue talking and had no intention of redressing. I did sit back upright and crossed my legs again, getting comfortable, but half naked, and took a drink of wine. He admitted being low on questions, but then smiled. “You said you don’t mind swallowing, i think the actual words were, you like it, because it’s less messy and an easier clean up. You also said you prefer being naked and on your knees.” He smiled. “I think i’m gonna need you to prove that,” he smiled nervously and looked at me blushing.

I smiled, and said “I would be happy to,” I stood up, and then leaned over to grab my phone, pretending i was about to call someone. His face dropped with disappointment, and then i said, just kidding, dropping my phone to the sofa next to my vibrator. I lifted my shirts, pulled them over my head, and then unclasped my bra dropping it to the floor. I pushed the coffee table out of the way, put a pillow on the floor, and then helped him out of his pants. His cock springing up from release, wet with pre-ejaculate, throbbing with anticipation. I knelt down, level with his cock, and looked up at him. “Just hold my head, and let yourself cum as soon as you want. I can do it again when you’ll last longer.” I knew it wouldn’t take long, i mean we had been engulfed in this deviant conversation all day, him probing the most sacred and intimate parts of me. It wouldn’t be a fair assessment of how long he could last, and I wanted him to know that.

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I gave his head a quick kiss, tasting his cum on my lips. I looked up again, “I know this will take seconds, i promise i’ll do it again when you’re not already set to explode,” i said laughing, and then plunged my head as far down his cock as I could get, almost to the base. My head moved back up, and down a second time. I heard a grown, i felt a throb, he gripped my head hard pressing it down against him, and several pulses of his cock later, he finished cumming. As promised, i swallowed pulse after pulse until he finished. He released his grip on my head, i pulled my mouth off, looked up at him and opened my mouth. “All gone,” i said with a smile after giving him chance to see my empty mouth.

I stayed on my knees, his cock slowly twitching as his erection subsided. I wanted to keep sucking it. I wanted to show him how good i could do it. I wanted to give him a hand job. I wanted nothing more than to make him happy. “Do you have anything else you want to ask me?” I asked smiling up at him. He looked down on me, and said he was sure there was more, but right now his mind was blank. I smiled, gave his head another quick kiss and lick, feeling his cock twitch and flick around. “In which case,” I said while getting up and standing nude in front of him, “I guess we need to plan that beach trip” I said with a smile. I got up, put my thong back on, and pulled my tank top on, and sat on his lap straddling him. “That is unless you don’t want to spend a day checking me out in a thong,” i said chuckling. We laughed, his arms around me, hands resting on my ass.

We stayed in that position for a while, continued small talk, recapped things he enjoyed learning the most, filling in some details, and kissed for a while. He told me he wanted to go upstairs and fuck all night, but was nervous for a couple reasons. One, we’re great friends, but two, he was concerned he wouldn’t be able to perform. He came A LOT, and was concerned that would be it. I laughed and said, well our friendship is well and truly fucked haha, so fucking is the next placed only for us to go from here, and it’s where I want to go. And then i suggested something. “Why don’t you finish what I started?” and i picked up the vibrator laying on the sofa next to us.

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“Come on,” i said, standing up and extending my hand. I led him to my room, my thong clad ass eye level as we ascended the stairs. I pulled off my tank top, and laid down on my bed. He joined me, pulling my thong off and positioning my legs. He laid over top of me, plunging his tongue into my mouth for another kiss, then kissing his way down my neck, breasts, stomach, finding my pussy and giving it a deep lick. He backed up, i heard the buzz of the vibrator, and the familiar feeling of it sliding into me. He was gentle moving it in and out, twisting it a bit, and varying the speed. I felt my orgasm approaching, and began to shake. My legs locked together around his hand as i came, the vibrator continuing to buzz inside me.

My pressure on his hand released, and he slowly withdrew the vibrator, twisting the switch to turn it off. He looked at me, and smiled. I simply said, “well?” indicating he wasn’t finished. He smiled, crawled up me, i opened my mouth, and he slowly pushed the vibrator into my mouth, my mouth closing around it. He moved it rhythmically like a blow job, before removing it and sliding the length of it along my mouth and tongue. Instinctively and without invitation, he opened my bedside table drawer, and placed it back where it belonged with my other two toys. “Well done,” I said smiling as our eyes locked and the full wait of his body laid on me.

We ended up falling asleep, locked in each others arms, and woke naked the next morning to a fright as one of my house mates unlocked the front door. Our clothes were thrown all over the front room, drinks were left unfinished on the tables. It was too late to hide it now, we had been caught.

Well i’ll leave it there. That is to say we’re seeing each other, having been launched into the middle of a relationship. We are planning on a beach trip, why not. We are planning on him shaving me from bush to bald (as he likes to say), so i’m currently growing it out. And he is continuing to ask me questions, as I continue to be his open book.
Again, sorry it was long, but I hope you enjoyed it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12xpkol/i_let_him_ama_in_person_f_part_3