[M]y [F]irst love was a stripper

This story is from my early 20s, so it’s not recent, but it is something I wanted to share the story of. This is about my ex-girlfriend Cindy, or we can call her by her stripper name, Cinnamon. Cindy and I were high school sweet hearts. We met when we were 16 and had a mostly normal teenage relationship, except that we grew up Hollywood adjacent and were into the club scene a bit. We had a good time exploring sex and new desires together. She always had that stripper’s body, and would give clumsy, but well intentioned lap dances as she treated 18 year old me to a special occasion.

But then it all came crashing down. We had our problems, I didn’t know how to really treat a woman yet and she was a bit of a wild child I couldn’t fully tame. She had been acting weird, being hard to get a hold of and I confronted her. Some club promoter she met in Hollywood had seen her dancing in a club and offered her a chance to move to Vegas and work at his club. Yes…a strip club. But he supposedly had a lot of connections in the dance industry and he was going to make her a star. It was something out of a bad 80s movie and she was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. The more I tried to convince her he was a sleaze, the more I seemed like a jealous immature thing she needed to get away from. And one day…she was gone.

All was different after that. Innocence was gone and so was my girl friend. I drank, did some drugs, did some drugier drugs. Stopped doing drugier drugs and started dating a nice girl any mom would be happy for her son to bring home.

Then, one day, 2 and a half years later, I came home from work and there she was. Sitting on my front steps, smoking a cigarette and wearing something totally inappropriate for 5pm on a Tuesday. She was in platform high heels that made her normally 5’9” height seem more like 6’1”. And a short pleated skirt that showed of her long slender legs and a tight, black, off the shoulder top that showed off her ample C cup breasts. She stuck out like a sore thumb in my suburban neighborhood and looked the part of a Vegas stripper perfectly (does she not own normal cloths now). The sight of my ex hit me like a ton of bricks and I was in shock. She said she was in town visiting her mom, but needed to see me. She missed me. Crocodile tears welling in her eyes. She was forward and said she wanted to stay over at my place tonight, to talk, catch up… but I could barely look at her without my heart going into a tail spin of rage, lust and fright. She really had broken my heart. She told me she was bf/gf with the club promoter guy. That most of what he said was a lie, but he was sweet guy that just came off a bit sleazy. I asked her to go. And she walked away with defeat in her eye.

Unfortunately for me, I tend to always go for the tenacious type. Cindy gets what Cindy wants. And Cindy wanted to see me. So she called up my best friend as asked where I would be that night. And that ass told her. I was newly 21 and would sometimes blow off steam at a pool hall with a bar. I was playing pool with that same best friend who betrayed me. When Cindy showed up. Now she was in a tight fitting maxi dress that had buttons running the length of the front of it. The top 3-4 buttons being undone to show off her cleavage. Her dirty blonde hair curled and flipped to one side and even taller heels then before. If she didn’t look like a stripper before, she surly did now. She looked fucking ridiculously hot! She walked up to me and posed as she leaned against the table and smiled at me.

Cindy: *”Dan told me you guys would be here. And I didn’t want to leave town without talking to you some more.”*

Me: *”Fuck off”* (is what I should have said)

Me: *”You look like a stripper”*

Cindy: *”Duh… Can I play pool with you guys or not?”*

We let Cindy into our game and then cue an hour of Cindy leaning over the table to get her shot suggestively. I was disgusted with the way my cock was pressing against my jeans and I wanted to run screaming like a love sick 16 year old from the pool hall. All this did was cause me to have more beers than I planned and before long I had a strong buzz going. Dan soon disappeared and then it was just Cindy and me.

Me: *”I need to get home..I have work in the morning”*

Cindy: *”You’re drunk, I should drive you home.”*

Me: *”Fuck off”* (is what I should have said).

Me: *”Ok…”*

Cindy drove me home and about half way through the car ride home I forgot my anger with her and was just staring at the side of her face as she drove. Fuck she’s beautiful is all I could think… We pulled up to my apartment.

Me: *”Are you coming in?”*

Cindy: *”Do you want me to?”*

Me: *”Yes…”*

We walk to my front door and as soon as the key is turned, I am turned around and kissing her. It was like we hadn’t missed a minute of our lives apart. It felt like she was the only girl I had ever kissed before and I was melting into her. She was kissing me back nearly as feverishly as I was kissing her. It was wild and passionate, I was undoing some of the buttons on her dress and she was undoing the buttons on my jeans.

She stopped..pulled back a bit. Then pushed me back on my couch. She stood above me, still her in dress, her heels making her seem to tower over me. She fixed her dress and then started to undo the buttons below the couple I had undone. Her hips started to sway and she started to dance a little as she undid each button. She was showing me what Vegas had taught her. The clumsy teenage girl I knew before was gone. This girl’s moves were honed and purposeful. Her hips and her chest moved fluidly as she undid each button. Bellow she revealed a white bra and matching panties. As the buttons she was undoing reached just below her hips, she pulled her arms from the dress and allowed it to fall to her feet. Then stepped out of it flipped it to the side with her feet. She kept rocking her hips as she twisted around to show off her ass, tight from dancing for a living, and her, white, skin tight thong hugging the crease of her ass. Her body was perfectly sculpted from her hard work and she loved the way my eyes were glued to it.

She leaned over me and then kissed my lips, then my ear and then she started to nibble and sucking on my neck. She whispered in my ear *“take you pants off”*. I undressed completely and sat back down on the couch. My cock pointing north as my blood pumped steadily to it. She straddled my lap and sat facing me on my lap. We kissed passionately and my hands ran over her tight body. She reached down and pulled her panties to the side and started to rub her wet pussy against my cock. Fuck…

Then it happened. I don’t like to admit to being that guy. But it’s who I am. My head started swimming and I started thinking *“what the fuck are you doing… you hate this bitch..and god knows who she’s fucked in the last two years”*. And when my head starts thinking, the blood starts flowing to my brain and not to my cock. I went from 99.999% hard to a mere 53.084309%, and it was obvious. Cindy realized something was wrong and pulled back.

Cindy: *”Are you ok?”*

Me: *”I just don’t know if this is the best idea”*

Cindy: *”I know, but I missed you so much.* (she leans into my ear). *I missed your cum inside me.”*

That would normally work on me, I’m a sucker for talk like that, but this time it had no effect. This was the girl who destroyed my teenage heart.

Me: *”We probably shouldn’t.”*

Without a word said, in one fluid motion Cindy slid her knees off the couch and behind her, and her body slid down mine. Her knees hit the floor and her body and hands slid down mine until her face was nuzzling against my cock. It was like some practiced dance move of hers. Before I could protest, her lips were caressing my cock. She kissed it with as much passion as she did my lips before. Her hands running along my chest and sides. She wrapped her mouth around my cock and started to suck and run her tongue around the head. My thoughts, my worries, my concerns, they evaporated and all I could think about was her mouth enveloping my now fully hard cock.

She paused for a moment and undid her bra and slid it off her perky 21 year old breasts. Then she leaned forward and ran my cock across them. Before leaning back down and taking me into her mouth. Looking down, I could see the shape of her body. Her body was tight and trim from dancing, the muscles in her back and on her side showed as she moved up and down on my cock, but they gave way to the smooth curves of her hips and the sight of that tight thong between running down her ass. The sight of her thong is what would start to put me over the edge.

Cindy doesn’t really mind cum in her mouth, but will gag a bit if she tries to swallow. Because of this we always had a little signal I would use to let her know I was close. I’d wrap my hand in her hair and tug a bit and she’d know. I don’t know if I forgot the signal (doubt it) or just didn’t care at the moment. But I suddenly felt myself start to pulse into her mouth and I hear Cindy gag on my cum and pull back. It spilled from her lips and down her chin and onto her breasts..the last few pulses running down her hand and my cock. I gasp louder than her as I felt that post orgasm bliss run through my body. Cindy looks a bit pissed, but instead of saying anything negative, she slides her cum covered hand over her breasts and spreads both my cum on her hand, and what leaked down from her mouth, all over her chest. She made a show of rubbing my cum into her skin and then looked me dead in the eye and said *“now I smell like you”* and gave a little smile. Fuck she’s playing some mind games…

She falls back down and lays her chest over my legs and hugs me and holds me for a moment. Her head on my stomach, her breasts on my legs. She lays like that for several minutes and just holds me. I’m lost..I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t know if I should love her or hate her or just use her. After 10 more minutes, Cindy stands up and grabs my hand. She walks over to my bed and leads me with her. She’s still wearing her platform heels and only her thong. She still looks incredible, but at that moment, she’s never looked more like a stripper to me. She stops at the edge of the bed and slides her panties down, and then kicks them off her heels, so they’re all she’s wearing. Then she sits on the bed, reaches down and one by one loosens and kicks her heels off…then she lays back onto my bed naked.

Cindy: *”Get in bed.”*

Me: *”Fuck off”* (I’m going to actually say it one of these times).

I crawl into bed and we start to softly kiss and cuddle. We’re running our hands over each other. Everything feels so familiar, yet so very wrong at the same time. My heart is racing, I shouldn’t be doing this. Her hand is sliding over my shaft and I’m rock hard as she’s kissing my neck at the same time. Then she pushes me onto my back and quickly climbs over me. Before I can tell her we shouldn’t..she’s sliding my cock into her wet, warm pussy.

**Hey Restless_13, put a condom on you dumbshit!** Is what no one said or thought…

She pressed me deep into her and sighed like a junkie getting her fix

Cindy: *”I missed you… I missed you inside me.”*

Me: *”I missed you too”* (don’t say that!!)

Cindy’s hips start to rock back and forth and her pussy slides up and down my shaft. She sits up and her body fully stretches out before me. Her breasts bounce as she rides me, her hips flex and her body moved in ways I’ve never seen before, she’s half lap dancing, and half fucking me. She’s showing me the ways she’s learned to move her body. Her hips are rocking faster and she’s effortlessly sliding up and down the length of my cock.

Cindy isn’t a squirter or anything. But I would describe her as a gusher. When she cums, you know. Her pussy literally gushes half a liter of juices all at once.

Her body starts to rock and her breath gets faster and she starts to moan loudly. She gasps and starts to repeat the words *“I love you… I love you baby… I love you”* as she’s sliding up and down my cock. Then I feel it, her hips lock a little and her body convulses and I feel her juices dripping down my thighs and balls. I know she’s cumming and she’s freezing up.

She collapses down onto me. Her chest against mine as she keeps slowly moving her hips. She whispers in my ear *“cum inside my baby. I miss having your cum inside me. Mark me as yours”* I don’t think there’s a man on earth that can resist this girl whispering that in your ear. I lose all control, my hands grasp her hips and I feel myself start to pulse into her. She yelps in my ear in delight as she feels my cock pulsing into her. She keeps moving slowly and sliding up and down my cock, as she spreads the mix of our juices. Then we both just fall asleep. My cock still inside her..

I woke up a few times in the night and just took in the sight of this gorgeous girl asleep in bed with me. My first love. In the morning she climbed out of bed and started getting dressed.

Me: *”Am I going to see you tonight”*

Cindy: *”No, I need to drive back to Vegas this afternoon.”*

Me: *”Oh, I didn’t realize you were going back so soon.”*

Cindy: *”Yeah, I work tonight.”*

Me: *”Well, maybe you should call me after work.”*

Cindy: *”I don’t think my boyfriend would like that, but I can come back and stay longer in two weeks?”*

Me: *”Fuck off”*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d7br0i/my_first_love_was_a_stripper