The boy next door [20 m] grew up and matched with me [23 F] on Tinder [FM]

Anyone who has been single and home for the holidays knows how depressing Home Town Tinder can be. So I was pleasantly surprised when I matched with a cute guy. It took me a minute to realize who it was. The last time I saw Will he was 15 and I was 18. He grew up well, from the pics. His hair was longish, shaggy and light brown. His eyes were intense. He was no longer skinny in that awkward early teenager way, and had grown a nice beard.

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“You’re not 21, William —-” was my opening message. Because it was true. I remember him being 15 when I was 18, so he’d be no older than 20.

“Yeah, you caught me Rachel, for some reason this app bumped my age up a year. Don’t tell ;)”

We texted back and forth for a while. I found him oddly charming. I didn’t think anything was really going to come of it, but it was nice catching up with someone I hadn’t seen since high school.

“You know I had a huge crush on you back then.’

“Oh, I’m aware.” I sent back followed by a laughing gif. “Remember when I had that pool party and your mom sent you over to tell your sister to come home? I swear your eyes almost fell out of your head when you saw my bathing suit.” You see, reader, my username checks out. I was a 36 F cup at 17, and the twins have only fluctuated slightly in size since then.

“Oh yeah.. I remember that black bikini” he admitted. I couldn’t help but blush at that. What can I say, it’s good to be admired.

“so, what are you up to tonight?” I asked. Which I am aware is awfully forward. I was lonely, sue me.

“Nothing much. My folks are out till tomorrow. Helping collect my sister’s stuff from school.”

“Oh, want me to come over? We could watch a movie or something” I said. knowing damn well that the odds were likely that we’d decide on “or something”

He, of course, agreed that it was a good idea. So I took a quick shower, did my make up, and changed. I settled on my favorite bra/underwear combo, a pair of tight denim jeans, and a black spaghetti strap top. In other words, I wanted him to remember why he had a crush on me back in the day. I through on a light jacket and put on a pair of boots and went for the door.

When I got to Will’s house I gave him a big hug, and kissed his cheek. He was taller now, maybe 6’2 to my 5’6. And when he hugged me his arms felt strong, muscular but not overpowering.

He made us drinks and we cuddled on the sofa to watch something on netflix. I’m honestly not sure what it was, some horror movie. We didn’t watch it long.

I made the first move. Playing with his hair lightly and then whispering “this movie is kind of boring. Want to make out?” Turns out he did. He was a good kisser, just forceful enough without being completely overbearing. He ran his hands through my hair and I shivered. I slid off my jacket and then straddled him, taking his tongue in my mouth as I grind against him. I felt his hands on my breasts over the fabric of my top, and lifted my arms, encouraging him to take it off. When he did so I felt his cock growing hard through his jeans.

“What’s that” I teased, groping him lightly. Even through the fabric of his jeans, I could feel it was really thick. He groaned and my touch and then laughed. “You know what that is,” He said, his voice cracking in a way that was hella endearing.

“Want me to take it out and play with it?” I asked. He emphatically did. I sank to my knees, taking off his belt.

“I’m actually not usually a huge fan of head,” I he told me. “I’ve never… you know…”

That set off my competitive streak. “You’ve never cum from a blow job?” I giggled incredulously. He shrugged.

“I guess not.”

“Okay, well that changes tonight.”

I pulled at his jeans, hungrily, eager to take him out. When I got his boxers off, I must have sat up straight a bit startled.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

And reader, I swear I’m not exaggerating for internet points. Will had the thickest cock I’ve ever seen in my young life. I have no idea how long it was, but absolutely longer than average. It was uncut, with a slight upward curve. And like I said, thick. Like when I grabbed it the tips of my fingers didn’t touch.

“No wonder girls have trouble with this” I giggled. I grabbed a hair tie out of my purse, put my hair up in a pony tail and leaned in to get to work.

Not trying to brag, but ya girl has always been told that she’s talented at oral. I was trying to bring my A game, regardless. I leaned in, making eye contact as I kissed his balls. Then slowly kissing up the underside of his shaft until I took his head in my mouth. I slid back his foreskin and then I stroked him slowly with both hands as I gently kissed his head. My tongue swirled around the underside of his head as I worked in slow, deliberate motions.

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He reached down a hand, unclasped my bra, and began playing with my breasts. My nipples are rather large and super sensitive. It was like he found an on switch. I began bobbing my head in earnest, working up and down his shaft, hitting about the midway point each time before gagging. My jaw ached already but I forced myself lower and lower, not able to take it all, but surprising myself how much I could take.

I came up for air, my breathing hard, and wiped drool of of my chin.

“How is it so far?” I teased, stroking him slowly with both hands.

“Fucking incredible.” he managed. So I got back to work.

I gently positioned it so that he slid lightly against the roof of my mouth, tilting my head back, loving the feeling of his thickness in my mouth. I hummed a bit as I worked, and from the way he reacted, the vibration must have felt nice.

After quite a bit of time on my knees, I realized this wasn’t going to do the trick, so I stood. slowly taking off my pants, and suggested another path of attack. “Finger me while I choke on your big dick” I said, trying to sound sexy without sounding too porn-y.

I climbed back up on the sofa, got on my knees and arms and went back to work on his dick. He listened to my request, and I soon felt one of his long fingers tracing my over my panties. I didn’t realize how wet I was until I felt his touch.

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Will was surprisingly gifted at fingering, moving slowly but assuredly even as my head bobbed more and more wildly. He fond my clit and gave it just the right amount of attention. I felt the warmth building through my body as his fingers moved faster and faster, occasionally slipping in me but mostly focused on rubing my clit. I could barely focus on anything more than the feeling of his fingers and the up and down motion of my neck as I pleased him. I could feel tears coming down my red face, had gagged several times. When I finally came I forced myself to take as much of him as I could, convulsing on it.

When I came up for air, gasping, I realized sadly that he had still not come. I had one last trick I knew of to play. Standing, I grabbed his cock. “Let’s go to your bedroom,” I said. I walked ahead of him, my hand never letting go. When we got there, I lay on my back, my head draped over the side of his bed, my mouth open wide.

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His hands explored the curves of my body as his cock entered my mouth, moving slowly. I could feel him tensing.

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“I think I’m going to come,” He gasped. “Can I finish on your tits.

“nuhuh” I said and then took him out. Trying to look seductive despite being upside down. “If I’m the one who finally makes you come,” I reasoned, “I want my prize. Finish in my mouth. Maybe next time I’ll let you pick a different target.”

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And next time he did.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ej1btr/the_boy_next_door_20_m_grew_up_and_matched_with